Disclaimer: Really? Do I LOOK like James Patterson? Or any of the other famous people of the world?
Max: She couldn't own us if she wanted to.
Fang: Max, that wasn't nice.
Max: I don't give a….
Me: I do own plot and band name though.
Chapter one
Fang POV
"Yo, Fang! Are you going to watch the concert with us or not?!" my brother, Iggy, asked from downstairs. I pulled my head up from Lissa's and got out of the bed.
"Where are you going?" she asked in her seriously irritating high pitched voice. I let her grab my hand.
"The concert is about to begin. I promised my brothers I would watch it with them to see why they're so obsessed with the band."
"Oh, you mean MENAM? They're no good. There's no point in watching them." She tried to pull me back down on top of her, but I just pulled out of her grasp and walked downstairs. I heard her stalk after me and smirked to myself.
"It's about time, dude. They're about to begin." I sat down on the loveseat, and Lissa took the liberty to sit in my lap and start kissing my face.
Ok, so maybe I should explain a few things. My name is Fang Walker. I will be 16 in a few weeks, which makes me the oldest of the three boys in my family. My parents are Anne Walker (she's dead) and the devil Jeb Batchelder. I have darker than raven black hair that tends to grow to the point that I have to cut it at least once a month, obsidian eyes, and olive skin. I wear all black all the time because that's my favorite color.
I have two brothers, Iggy and Gazzy. Iggy just turned 14 a month ago; he has strawberry blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. He's a wiz at cooking just about everything, and he kicks ass at chess (seriously, I could have three quarters of his pieces and all of mine, and he'd beat me in, like, 2 minutes). Gazzy is a 12 year old with regular blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. He can mimic any sound and makes bombs out of anything he can get his hands on.
My brothers are basically my safe haven. When they're home, my dad doesn't do anything to me. But when they are at school or something and I'm home alone with Jeb, let's just say Cinderella had it a lot easier than I do. All she had to do was be a servant.
I get beaten with various weapons: belts, sticks, extension cords, whips, you name it. Once when he was drunk, he approached me with a knife. Now I have a long as hell scar going down the front of my chest to my waist.
He's the reason I'm so quiet. I don't open up to people, not even my brothers. So you can understand my reluctance to watch five girls around me and my brothers' ages on stage with other kids cheering for them at the top of their lungs.
So, that is my very first fanfic ever! Do you like it? I know the whole band thing and the abused kid is overused, but I was hoping by switching who gets what life would help that out. Please review! I have a bunch of other chapters already typed up, but I won't update until the day after tomorrow. That gives me enough time to read any reviews and edit the next chapter.
-RozaCourt