CHAD POV
I had never had the perfect life as everyone so acclaimed. My dad beats me, is a druggie and an alcoholic, I had no friends because I wasn't allowed them, I was only needed for my money. I had attempted suicide 3 times but my mum always found me and didn't report it to the police because of dad. I' guessing she had an affair because she just took off. Packed her bags and left me to face dads beatings by myself. The only person that even made my life worthwhile now was Sonny Munroe. Her smile lit up my day, her kindness made me love her even more than I already did – the problem was that she hated me also. Whilst hiding from my parents or when they were out, I taught myself to play the guitar and song write, but recently I had no inspiration.
Suddenly I found myself on the floor and Sonny rubbing her head opposite me. I wanted to apologise but I didn't want my dad coming after her like he had threatened.
'Watch where I'm going Munroe!' I yelled in her face, 'I've got enough pressure in my life and I don't need you aswell.'
'My heart bleeds for you Chad.' She retorted angrily.
'Well it should!'
'Well you know what Chad! It doesn't! We all bleed the same way as you and we all have the same things to go through. You don't think my life isn't pressured enough because I don't work on a drama! Well your wrong!' Sonny yelled and then I realised that was going to be part of my new song.
'I'm never wrong.' I hissed.
'Fine!'
'Fine!'
'Good!'
'No, we're not good. You know nothing about my life Sonny Munroe and I highly doubt that you will want to.' I said and I stalked off leaving her gobsmacked. I slammed the door to my dressing room and didn't notice that it didn't shut probably. I felt so lonely, I wanted my mum back forgetting the fact that she left me alone with dad. I was manically depressed and there was nothing I could do about it. I suddenly saw the guitar standing in the corner and I picked it up and began my new song.
SONNY POV
Something was up with Chad. He never ends our flirtatious arguments like that! Ijust stood in the hallway for half an hour. The Mackenzie Falls cast was laughing outside... without Chad and I frowned and walked to my dressing room.
'Hey Tawni, how much do you know about Chad?'
'Not much. He's very private and when we were on the goody gang together, I didn't like the look of his dad. He didn't like the fact that Chad had friends and his mum was hardly ever there. In fact after the second episode, Chad's dad was at filming all the time. Why do you ask?'
'No reason, I'll be back.' I whisked around and headed straight to CDC's dressing room ad realised the door was open a crack and I saw him writing with a guitar on his lap.
'Done.' He said sadly and he took the guitar in his hands and began to play.
'This world But we all bleed the same way as you do
This world is cold
But you don't
You don't have to go
You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely, and no one seems to care
Your mother's gone and your father hits you
This pain you cannot bear
And we all have the same things to go through'
I hid in a gasp as I realised that that was what I had said to Chad! 'Hold on if you feel like letting go Your days But we all bleed the same way as you do Hold on if you feel like letting go What are you looking for? Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
You say they're way too long
And your nights
You can't sleep at all
Hold on
And you're not sure what you're waiting for, but you don't want to know more
And you're not sure what you're looking for, but you don't want to know more
And we all have the same things to go through
Hold on it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking, you're one step closer
Don't stop searching, it's not over
Hold on
What are you waiting for?
Do you know what you're doing to me?
Go ahead...What are you waiting for?
Hold on it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking, you're one step closer
Don't stop searching, it's not over
Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
Hold on'
I was completely puzzled as to why Chad would write such a depressing song. I mentally sighed and walked away from his room, passing a man with blonde hair and brown eyes. He had a resemblance to Chad and was very muscular.
'Excuse me Miss, could you point me in the direction of Chad Dylan Cooper's dressing room?' he asked kindly and I smiled.
'Sure, I was just there a couple of minutes ago.'
'You were with my son?'
'Well technically no, I just passed it.' I said and his face contorted into a forced smile.
'Well, thank you for telling me this Miss...'
'Sonny, Sonny Munroe – it was a pleasure meeting you Mr Cooper.'
'You too Miss Munroe.' Mr Cooper nodded and walked off. I raied an eyebrow but went on my way.
