I pulled the pillow over my head, "Shut up!" I shouted. I stood up, slammed the door, put in my Bink 182 CD and turned the volume up then lie back down on my bed. None of it could drown out their screaming. It made me sick to listen to them fighting like that. I couldn't take it. This had been going on for so long. I couldn't take it anymore. "That's it," I said to myself, standing up and grabbing a few bags. I threw as many clothes as I could fit in there, a notebook, a pen and I grabbed my bass. I stormed down the stairs to see them yelling at each other in my living room.

"Do you ever shut up?" I shouted above them. My parents stared at me as I stood with my bags in my hands. "Do you ever think about anyone except yourselves? Jazzie's in her room crying and no twelve year old should have to listen to this shit. I'm out of here guys." I turned to the door.

"Dougie Lee, where are you going?" My mom asked me.

"Anywhere but this place." I responded, "It's a living hell in here listening to you guys fight like this. I can't stand it. Nothing could possibly be worse than this place. I'm out of here."

I heard footsteps "Dougie!" a small voice shouted. I turned around and my little sister was at the top of the stairs, tears streaming down her face "Dougie don't go!" she ran over to me. I knelt down next to Jazzie and hugged her. "I'll come back Jazzie. I promise. You'll be fine without me."

"No I won't" she sobbed, "Please don't go." I looked up at my mom and dad who were staring at us, "You see what you've done? This is why I'm leaving."

"Dougie no!" my sister cried pulling my arm, "You can't go!" I shook her off and grabbed my bags, then headed out the door. I listened to my sister crying and it broke my heart. I felt terrible for leaving her there. But I just couldn't take it. I held back my tears and called the only person I could think of to help me.

"Tom?" I said into the phone after he picked up.

"Dougie, it's nearly midnight. What do you need?"

"I need to come stay with you and the guys. I know I told you I couldn't but I have to get out. Can you come pick me up?" I told him.

"What's going on? Are you alright?" he asked, concered.

"Yeah." I said swallowing hard, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just didn't know what else to do. I'm sorry for waking you up."

"Don't worry about it. I'll be over in a little bit."

"Is everything okay?" Tom asked as I hopped into the passenger's seat.

I shook my head, "No. Not really anyway. It's my parents."

"What's going on man?" he asked me.

"My parents won't stop fighting. It's like this every single night, Tom. I can't listen to them yelling. I try to drown it out and it doesn't work! I need to get as far away from them as possible. You still have that empty room in the house?"

"Yeah, it's all yours." he told me, "Hey. You're gonna alright now. Don't worry about it."

When we stepped inside everyone was awake. "Hey, what's the matter, Doug?" Danny asked. He was in just a pair of sweatpants and making a bowl of cereal.

"Dude, it's almost midnight." I told him. "Hungry?"

He laughed, "Yeah I guess so. Or maybe just worried. What happened?"

"It's my parents," I told him, "They've been fighting for a while now. I just can't listen to them yelling at each other like that. I needed to get out, you know. It's still cool if I stay here right?"

"Yeah, mate. We were hoping you would eventually," Harry said. I blinked back tears and headed up the stairs to find my room. I set my bags down grabbed my iPod and lie on my bed staring at the ceiling. I could still hear their voices inside my head screaming at each other.

"Hey," Tom said coming in. "You sure you're alright?"

I nodded, "Mhm, I'll be fine. You guys can go back to bed if you want. I didn't mean to wake everyone up."

"Don't worry about it." Tom assured me, "It's fine.''

The next morning I woke up feeling sick. I headed down the stairs and into the kitchen where everyone was looking for something to eat.

"There's nothing to eat in here!" Danny said looking through the cupboards, "Tom, when was the last time you went shopping?"

"Oh, it's my job to buy food?" he said, "Since when?"

"Since always. You take care of the food, Harry cleans,"

"And you?" Tom asked.

"I sit around and look good." he smiled, "Whatever, let's go out for breakfast. I don't feel like making anything anyways."

Everyone got ready except for me. "Doug, aren't you coming?" Harry asked pulling a sweatshirt over his head.

"Nah, I'm not really hungry. You guys go ahead."

"You sure?" Tom asked me. I nodded, "Yeah, definitely. Besides I still have to unpack and everything. I'm fine though."

I unpacked my stuff then headed downstairs to make a glass of chocolate milk. I figured they had to at least have milk and chocolate syrup. I heard the door open while I was in the kitchen.

"Hello?" the shouted through the house letting themselves in. I didn't think much about it. "Anyone home?"

"In here," I told them. I looked up to see a girl, maybe 16 years old in a pair of jeans and a pink tank top standing in the kitchen doorway. "Is Danny here?" she asked me.

"Nope," I said pouring my milk, "He went out to breakfast with Harry and Tom."

"Oh, then you must be Dougie."

"The one and only." I told her. "Do you need something?"

"No," she told me, "Danny asked me to stop by this morning but I can see he isn't here. That's just like him. To invite me over then not be here."

"You his girlfriend or something?" I asked her sitting up on the counter top.

"Hardly," she laughed, "He's been my good friend since grade school. I haven't seen him in a while though. Anyway, I know who you are. I'm Robyn."

I nodded and stared at her big blue eyes. She was beautiful. Danny was lucky to have a friend like that.

"So how come you didn't go with them to breakfast?" she asked me taking a seat at our table.

I shrugged.

"Are you usually this quiet or do you just not like me?" she laughed. I smiled and turned red, "No. I mean, I don't know. I guess I'm just quiet."

"Danny said you usually were." Danny talked about me? What else did he say to her?

"Anyway, I don't want to bother you. I should probably go. Tell Danny I stopped by, okay?" she said getting up.

"I can do that," I told her.

"It was nice meeting you Dougie," she said smiling, "Maybe I'll see you around."

"Yeah," I said as I watched her walk out the door.

Okay, so my other story...kinda sucked. lol but like I said it was just something to do till I got a better idea. So, here's my better idea. The other one...gone.
Reviews? Thanks much. -Erin.