Austin's POV

Austin wished he could die. Not literally, but long enough to where he could escape his father. His abusive, no good, dick sucking father. Okay he might not be a dick sucker, but he is truly a nightmare. Austin wished he wasn't his son.

"Honey he's your father. You should be happy he's coming home." His mother said with her hand on his back. Austin's head laid in his hands that were pulling at the roots of his head. Concentrating on the pain instead of his fathers return.

"He was suppose to stay in for a few more years." Austin said, his voice quivered slightly.

"He got out early because of good behavior." She told him, completely oblivious to why he so devastated about this. He doesn't know why, he knows she knows how bad he's hurt both of them.

"What if he does something to you mom? You can't handle anymore stress or you could deliver early." Austin said, lifting his head to look a her protruding stomach before putting his head in his hands again. "I need to protect you both."

"Don't ever say something like that again. You father is a changed man, Austin. You need to put more faith into him." His mother snapped at him. Austin closed in on himself slightly at her tone. "Now go to your room, I don't want to hear any of this nonsense." Austin wasted no time to sprint to his room.

From the beginning of time, Austin has been a coward. He doesn't take a chance, a risk that could change his life, and it's always been because of his father. Mike Moon was a isolating asshole. He never let Austin or his mother do anything without him knowing first, and that had made a deep impact on Austin's life.

Austin walked over to his guitar in his room, impatiently putting it on his lap. He tried to find a rhythm. A rhythm his could put his heart into to make it slow down, but his mind comes up blank. It takes everything in him not to throw his guitar against the wall.

"Calm down Austin, it just Dad." He said to measly said to himself. He hadn't felt this much anxiety since talking the principle about bullies, and then he almost passed out.

He pulled out his phone, speed dialing on of the two contacts in there. It only took two rings before he answered.

"Hey dude, what's up." His friend said.

"He's out, Dez." Is the first thing he said, the panic lacing through his words stronger than ever. He never bothered to hide his emotions around his best friend, because Dez was the only person he could go to.

"It only been seven months." Dez said, " what happened to the nine years?"

"Someone bailed him out because of his good behavior, and the cops called to tell us he'll be transported to our house in a few hours." Austin rushed out all in one breathe.

"You want to come over? Spend the night if you have to?" His friend offered, knowing good and well his friend couldn't handle his father.

"I'll be over in thirty." Austin said, packing quicker than he ever did in his life before he headed over to Dez's place. Thirty minutes was an understatement went it come down to it, because Austin was there in ten.

"That bad?" Dez asked, moving out the way so he wouldn't be run over by his best friend. He wasn't really expecting an answer from Austin, so he just went with what he planned. "Zaliens?"

"Zaliens." Austin said, and both plopped down on the grey couch to watch the rated R movie.

"You know my mom's due in two weeks?" Austin asked, eating more popcorn than he needed. "My Dad doesn't know, and I'm afraid when he finds out he's gonna hurt her, but what would I do? My father is three times stronger than, my noodle arms would never be able to take that."

"Maybe you should start working out. Then you can have muscles to back him up and all the girls following you." Dez said, his eyes lolling to the back of his head. Austin was no where close to feeling sleepy, and Dez didn't trust his best friend to be alone while he slept.

"Like that would work." Austin retorted back, "I would hurt myself." He said it like he hadn't done that already. "What time is it?"

"Three in the morning." Dez said, his head hitting the pillow. "Are you ready to sleep yet, because I got a test tomorrow and I need at least twenty percent of my brain to function so I can get a C on it."

"Sorry for keeping you up." Austin said, turning the movie off. He gets up to make his bed on the couch, and froze as he looked outside. Across the street he could see a brunette as she wave goodbye to her friend. Austin could've sworn he'd seen her somewhere before.

"Night." Dez said as he stalked up the stairs so he could pass out on the bed. Austin looked back out the window, watching the girl retreat back into the house. He wondered what it was like to want to stay in his home.

The next day was dreadful. Austin's appearance was less than decent. The mop of blonde hair on the top of his head was unkempt, and his plain clothes looked more battered than usual. He slugged around everywhere, bumping into anything and everything that was too close to him. A lot of sorry's were under his breath.

He sat in his seat in music class, happy to be in the one room he tolerated. If he didn't have bad anxiety, music may have been his life, but there are to many was to fail. He could already see the disappointment in everyone eyes if he ever became a musician. Even if he knew how to play fifteen instruments, and knew how to sing his heart out, he knew the music business wasn't for him.

"Austin, sweetheart, can I ask you something?" The teacher, Ms. Dolan, asked. He tensely got up and walked over to her. He knew she put in her sweetest voice she could, because otherwise he wouldn't be able to walk up there to her. "Is everything alright? You seem a little out of it today?"

"M' fine." Austin said, realizing that she had started the class and that everyone's eyes are now on him. He felt his heart race as he closed in on himself in the corner. He looked around, seeing the harsh eyes of his peers that he despised, except one pair were kind of nice. They were a soft brown color that were framed with this eyelashes. She seemed to innocent to be mean.

"Alright." The teacher said, turning back to the class. "As I was saying, the project will be a group project, and you have to make a song that is at least two minutes long. You can make your own melody or use another songs melody, but you have to create your own lyrics. I will be assigning your partners so no one gets left out."

Austin watched as each student got picked off one by one, and in some cases he was happy he wasn't being called. Some of the people were just conceited ass holes.

"And lastly, Austin and Ally." The teacher said. "Everyone can get started." Austin looked around the room, completely and utterly confused. Who the heck is Ally?

"Hi." He heard a shy voice say behind him. He turned to see the shy girl, he brunette hair hiding her face. He remembers that brunette hair.

That was the girl who live across the street from Dez.

What a coincidence.