It's Just You and Me Now
A/N: Hi there! This is my first story on here, so I hope you like it! The prologue is a bit long, because I need to explain some things for he story. You really don't have to read the prologue, as it doesn't have to do with McFly, it just explains the main character's background.
I'm rating this T for not-too-much-but-enough violence, and language. I do warn you, I'm co-writing with a friend, and she wrote the fight scenes, and she can get a bit creative, so take caution. I'll warn you throughout the story if there is any really... creative stuff, so don't worry :)
D/C: I obviously have no connection whatsoever with McFly, just a big fan, because let's be honest, If I knew them, I wouldn't be writing a fanfiction about them.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. Rate, Review, Favorite, Do whatever you see fit for my story!
Prologue
The small girl flinched and she heard the shrill but all too familiar sound of her mother screaming. Another night, another waterfall of tears… All too familiar.
The girl opened her eyes as she heard a muffled thump, then silence. She swallowed, soon getting lost in her own imagination of might have happened, all thoughts leading to the same thing.
She jumped as she heard the door to her room quickly open, then silently shut. She trembled quietly as she feared the worst, heavy footsteps starting to grow louder and louder in the darkness. They stopped right next to her, causing the girl to look up.
'It's okay, sweetheart,' a husky said in a sinister whisper. 'It's just you and me now.'
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. The fifteen-year-old girl stared blankly ahead of her, bumping her head rhythmically against the wall she was propped up against.
He'd done it. He actually went out and did sold the one thing she cherished, her guitar. And what for? Drugs and alcohol, of course. She almost gave a hard whack at the wall as she thought if it weren't for the sound of the front door slamming open.
The girl froze, her eyes quickly focusing, realizing where was.
Shit.
She was in the one room, the one place that her father seemed to have remembered something about. She was in the basement, the home of her father's deals, games, and fights. She was in the one place she wasn't allowed to step foot in.
Her eyes quickly shot through the dimness she was sitting, looking for an escape route. She quickly scanned through her options, her brain rattling with the pressure of time it took for her father to get fully down the stairs, but her quick search was to no avail. Her only way out was the old worn wooden stairs leading to the first floor, but she would rather be slaughtered alive than be caught walking up those stairs by Him.
She so deep in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice the feet that had silently approached her, until one of them was lodged in her side. She gasped in shock, and stared up, eyes wide.
'The fuck you think you're doing here, eh?' The girl caught her breath as another steel-toed boot bore into her. 'I told you to stay the hell away from this part of the house! Are you fucking deaf? Huh?' By these words two strong hands had pulled the girl up off the ground by her blonde hair and shoved her against the wall, a tight grip on her neck. 'ANSWER ME!'
The girl was speechless. She had not seen her father like this since years ago. This look in his eyes, the kind of force that he was using, was something she hadn't experienced before. This wasn't some drunken madness. This was sober anger, and it scared her even more than the night when he'd been so disoriented, he could barely breathe properly.
The girl knew what she had to do. She'd been planning it months, just not for it to happen tonight.
(A/N: Some creativity from my co-writer in here, just beware, and if you want, skip through the "*" I'm gonna put)
As her father's hands clenched tighter around her neck, the girl struggled for tried to calm her rapid pulse. His upper lip curled into a nasty snarl and he raised his fist up to her eye level. She panicked for a fleeting moment as the hand flew towards her eyes, but she raised her own small, but strong, hand just in time for her to catch the large fist back and gripped the one tightly fit around her neck. The man let out a frustrated growl and jabbed his fingers into his daughter's stomach. The diminutive hand that covered his yanked his hand back, and a small snap was heard. He reeled back and hissed in pain, narrowing his eyes into menacing slits. A surge ran through her body as she jammed two fingers into his left eye.*** A sickening squelch rang in her ears, as did his yell of pain***. The man crumbled to the floor, heaving. When she was sure he wouldn't get up, she bolted up the stairs quickly, tripping over her own feet. She sprinted to her room and roughly shoved the door open. She yanked a small navy suitcase from under her small bed, where she had been hiding it for last six months. She started running again, with the suitcase flying wildly behind, when she stopped suddenly. She urgently walked over to her dresser and pulled out a small music. Her mother gave it to her one day when she was very small.
The little girl and her mother sat side by side on the edge of the bed.
'Sweetie,' then mother began, taking her daughter's hand in her own. 'I know that you know that Daddy doesn't like Mommy very much.' The girl frowned and nodded somberly. 'So in case Mommy… has to leave forever one day…' Both of their eyes glistened with tears and the child's hands gripped her parent's, as is she was going to leave right then. Her mom cleared her throat and began speaking again. 'In case Mommy has to leave forever one day, I want you to have this.' The older woman carefully pulled a small wooden box from her purse. 'It's a music box. It plays a song when you turn the key.' She patiently explained as she wound it up. When the let go of the key, a sweet but eerily haunting melody wafted through the air. Deciding she very much liked the box, the little girl gently took it from her mother's hands, and smiled. 'Keep it safe,' she said in a voice barely above a whisper. And with that, the little girl ran off to find a place to keep it safe.
The now-teenage girl's eyes brimmed with tears as she hugged the music box close to her. It had been her rock and her safe house when she had overheard her parents fight. The day She was killed, the girl played it one last time as a funeral song for her mother, put it in drawer, and never touched it again.
That is until now. She almost forgot her urgency until she heard a few heavy footsteps coming from the basement. She gripped the music box in one hand and the small suitcase in the other, and took off. As the footsteps started to get louder and closer together, she gained speed. Adrenaline coursed through her body as she rammed into the front with all force she could muster. The door slammed into the wall loudly and almost swung back to hit her, but she nimbly dodged the door and kept moving.
Not caring about the pedestrians who saw her, she ran as fast as she could with the small suitcase flying wildly behind her. She didn't know or care where she was going; she just needed to get away.
Away from the house where her mother was brutally murdered and various drugs were hidden.
Away from the evil man that had beat her senseless, almost killed her numerous times, and was unfortunately her father.
Away from her previous life, and all the horror in it.
After what seemed like forever, the fifteen year old finally collapsed from exhaustion, the adrenaline surge gone. She sat up and thought about what she had done.
You attacked him, her inner conscious said in a nasty voice. Just like he used to do to her. Like Father, Like Daughter. No, she wasn't anything like him! She wasn't addicted to drugs, or alcohol, now was she!? Besides, it was self-defense.
Well you could've defended yourself without breaking his wrist or gouging his eye out, you sicko, said the cruel voice in her head.
The girl's temper flared a little at her own thought. Maybe she could've gotten away without hurting him, but she didn't give a damn! Her life had been falling apart at the seams ever since it began, and it was his entire fault! He killed the only person she ever loved and sold all of her possessions for his own selfish, stupid addictions. She had nothing because of him, and hell, he deserved to get his wrist broken and eye put in, and if anyone deserved to do it, it was she! Hot tears rolled down her face in anger and frustration. A wave of sleepiness washed over her, and she lay down in the small alley, resting her head on the suitcase, putting the music box she had clutching so tightly to on the suitcase as well. The girl massaged her fingers, which were stiff and sore from holding the box so tightly. As she shivered in the cold night, the girl opened the lid of the music box, and slowly started to turn the old key. The fifteen-year-old runaway soon fell asleep to the song that had haunted all her worst nightmares, but that she loved anyway.