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A/N: The whole story is told from Ashley's point of view.
He was the beloved Raife Davies. He was a natural-born rocker. The world loved him almost as much as I did, as much as I do.
We're living off his pension and when I turn eighteen I can finally access my trust fund. Until that day I'm stuck here. I'm stuck in this place.
L.A. has its perks. There are good parties, you can see some good live-music, and the weather is nice. Otherwise, it pretty much sucks. The people here are horrible and close-minded.
I never saw my dad that much, but I loved him very much.
Well now he's gone. I'm gone.
I feel gone. I feel empty. I feel lost.
Right now I'm at school. I barely show up anymore but when I do, I tend not to pay attention anyway.
"Hey, Ash," I hear from behind me. I turn around in my sit.
"Yeah?" I ask Aiden.
"You okay?" he asks quietly. I nod. I am okay because I feel absolutely nothing. He sighs and looks up again. He doesn't believe me. I don't care.
He acts like he still cares about me, but he doesn't.
The day goes by slow. It drags on and on. My head hurts. I just want to leave. Class ends and I rush out the door.
I need to go somewhere. Home. I don't have a home. I have a house. It's empty. It doesn't feel right. I don't want to stay at school.
I go to the beach.
I sit for a while. I take out my guitar and play for a while. Music is the only connection I have with my dad anymore.
Music is the only thing that makes me feel anymore. It gets dark. I leave the beach and drive back to my house.
"You're home late," my mom says when I walk through the door.
"Not like you care," I say back. She rolls her eyes and turns back to the television. "You're home early."
"Ashley," my mom begins to say.
"Save it," I tell her and walk up to my room. I slam the door behind me. Fuck. Fuck all of this. I grab my keys and the leave the house again. I'm angry. I need to do something.
I go to Ego. It's a club by night and café by day. Aiden is here with Madison, but I blow right past them.
I know who I'm looking for. I'm looking for Carmen. I see her dancing with some girl. I walk up to her. I step in between her and the girl.
"Hey," she says harshly and then notices it's me. She smiles and takes my hand. She leads me to the bathroom.
She shoves me against the wall. She kisses me hard. I don't know why I do this. It doesn't make me feel anything. I don't even enjoy it.
Her lips travel to my neck while her hands fumble with the button on my pants. Someone walks in.
"Let's take this back to your place," she says. I nod. I drive. We don't talk the way there. We've done this a million times. She pulls out a small bag of coke from her pocket. She spills a pinch on the base of her hand and then snorts it. The best part of hooking up with a drug dealer is the free drugs. But she takes whatever she gets her hands on in the morning so I guess it's not really free.
I pull into the driveway. My mom's car is gone. I guess she decided to go out for the night after all. Kyla is here though. Kyla my new 'sister'. She showed up after the death of my father claiming to be his kid. She's not all that bad. She's trying at least which is more than anyone has ever done. I had decided to give up fighting her and just accept that she's in my life now. When I did that, I realized she wasn't that bad after all.
Carmen pulls me into my bedroom. She pushes me back against the bed. She tears off my clothes roughly. I don't even have the energy to undress her so she does it for me. She pulls me apart. I let her fuck me. I do the same to her. It doesn't mean anything. None of this means anything.
I wake up in the morning and she's gone, along with all the money in my wallet. I'm not surprised.
I hear a knock on my door. Kyla walks in holding coffee. She hands me a cup.
"Thanks," I tell her. She nods.
"Carmen again?" she asks. Kyla has a way of prying herself into my business. I shrug. "Ashley, do you want to talk?"
"No, Kyla, I'm fine," I tell her. She gets the point and leaves. Off to another day at school. I drive to school tired and worn out.
I go to my locker. My head hurts. This place gets overwhelming. I don't think I can handle it today. I slam my locker and start heading towards the entrance. I run into someone. They drop their books.
"I'm sorry," I murmur as I bend down to help them. I look up and see a blonde with these big blue eyes.
"It's my fault. I'm new around here. I still don't know my way around school," she says. I nod. She smiles at me. I feel a little bit warmer. I don't know why.
But then my head starts to hurt more. I feel faint. I brush past her so I can leave. I get in my car and drive.
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