Chapter 1: Storms
"You come back here, April! I swear I'll kill you if you don't!" Mark Winslow yelled at his daughter. He probably wouldn't kill April; hurt her maybe, but not kill. April had long since grown tired of her father's over-controlling and somewhat abusive ways. Mark Winslow became bitter and cruel after the murder of April's mother by her extramarital lover. April turned around to face her father, who had stormed after April to her room. A dangerous twinkle sparkled in the high school sophomore's eyes.
"Oh, go fuck yourself. Your wife sure as hell couldn't!" April squeaked in her unusually high voice. It sounded odd, such words coming form such a child-like voice. April slammed the door just moments before her father's fists boomed on the door like thunder. It resounded around the small house that April shared with her father and brother. Between the thunderstorm of fists and the real thunderstorm outside, April could barely hear anything except the constant booming.
20 minutes later, only the natural thunderstorm remained. April knew her father was probably in the den getting as pissed as he could. A terrific sense of gratitude overtook April when a car horn honked outside her window. A small group of April's peers, other groupies and the people that were closest to what April would call friends, were crammed in a Mustang that sat in April's driveway.
"Hey! April! Get down here! We got an extra ticket to the Aliens concert! You comin'?" A girl, whom April recognized as Jessie, called. Perfect, I get out of here for a bit and have a go with one of the guys. April thought to herself. April knew she was a groupie, amd so did everyone aroud her, but she couldn't care less. The Aliens were a new band out of nearby Dayton, Ohio, and also happened to be one of April's favorite bands.
"Yeah! Just give me a minute!" April hurriedly slipped into a pair of tight jeans that flared out at the ends, and slipped her white, plastic belt through the loops. A cropped peasant shirt slid easily over April's petite frame. After a quick application of makeup, April began to open the window that lead to the roof over the garage. The sound of someone picking a lock and opening the door to her room stopped her.
April didn't need to turn around to know that it was Damien, her twelve-year-old brother. "What is it, Dames?" April asked in exasperation, using her nickname for the small boy.
"Don't go. Dad'll kill you. You can screw whichever band it is another time." Despite Damien's crude language, he was looking out for his troublesome sister. He really did care, more than the siblings' father anyway.
"I'm going out with the girls for a few hours. I gotta get out for a bit, Damien. I'll be back before Dad gets up, okay?" Even though April was older, Damien did more of the looking out, while April was the one that was looked out for.
"Don't blame me when Dad kills you. I'm just warning you." Damien said these words to his sister almost every night.
"I know. Be back soon. See ya!" With that, April slipped out her window and onto the garage roof, then to the ground, where she climbed into the Mustang. Damien simply stood in April's poster-covered walls, watching the bone-white car fade into the velvet darkness of the blackest night that the boy had ever or would ever see.
Author's Note
This is my first Rocky Horror fic, so I'd love constructive criticism that is not flames, but if you want to beg me to post the next chapter, I'm fine with that too. I'll admit that right now I am a video virgin, but I won't be by the end of the month. I'm going to a full throttle audience participation showing!