Okay, so this is my first Grojband Fic, but will NOT be my last! I am working on another one, and the first chapter will be up in a day or two!
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Grojband, if I did, Corey wouldn't be an oblivious fool to Laney's love….
Now, let's get on with the story! Blown Away: Laney P Style.
(Transition)
Dry lightning cracks across the skies. Those storm clouds gather in her eyes. Her daddy was a mean old mister, Mama was an angel in the ground. The weather man called for a twister, she prayed blow it down.
A red- headed, sweet five year old little girl had been sitting next to a window, a particularly bad storm overhead of her small house in Oklahoma. She had been crying again, not that anyone cared. Her mother, a sweet woman, had been run over by the little girl's father after she tried running away. They never arrested him, since he convinced them he hadn't meant to, even though he had been lying.
Vivian, her mother, hadn't made it through the night. Somehow, the little girl's father blamed her, Laney. Vivian was the only person who had put up with the man's antics, so he became incredibly lonely, Laney wasn't enough company. He beat Laney daily, screamed obscenities in her face. He made that sweet, cunning little girl feel like nothing.
The television suddenly screamed a news alert out; Laney rushed over to see what it said. A tornado alert was up, it was going to touch down near her house, and make a direct path towards her.
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma to wash the sins out of that house, there's not enough wind in Oklahoma to rip the nails out of the past.
Shatter every window 'till it's all blown away
Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away.
'Till there's nothing left standing, nothing left to yesterday. Every tear- soaked whiskey memory blown away, blown away, blown away.
Laney stuffed as many of her valuables into a suitcase as she could, rushing around her room. She was looking out for herself; she couldn't have cared less if her father died in this tornado.
She heard those sirens screaming out, her daddy laid there passed out on the couch, she locked herself in the cellar, listened to the screaming of the wind. Some people called it taking shelter, she called it sweet revenge.
Laney was dragging her suitcase along to the cellar with her, passing the living room on her way. She saw her father lying on the couch. He had drunk so much, he passed out.
"Shame." Laney thought, passing the man and getting her stuff into the cellar.
She heard the tornado sirens, knowing this was it, she would be free of him, free of his tyranny.
She couldn't help the sadistic smile that graced her bruised lips as she shut the cellar doors and locked them.
"I'm free." Laney whispered, sitting down on the floor and waiting for the tornado.
Shatter every window 'till it's all blown away
Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away.
'Till there's nothing left standing, nothing left to yesterday. Every tear- soaked whiskey memory blown away, blown away
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma to wash the sins out of that house, there's not enough wind in Oklahoma to rip the nails out of the past.
Shatter every window 'till it's all blown away (blown away)
Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away. (blown away)
'Till there's nothing left standing, nothing left to yesterday. Every tear- soaked whiskey memory blown away, blown away
Blown Away
Blown Away
Blown Away
Blown Away
Eventually, a voice on the radio cleared everyone, and she stepped out of the cellar with her suitcase. Her house was obliterated. Not a single wall stood anymore.
"He surely couldn't have survived." Laney said, smiling.
Once the rescue team handed her to the paramedics, her stuff by her side, they began to search.
Eventually, a woman walked up to Laney.
"What's your name sweetie?" She asked.
"Laney. What's yours?" She questioned.
"Evelyn. Now sweetie, do you have anyone else you can live with? You father has…. Passed on."
Laney's heart swelled with joy.
"My aunt Lucilia. She lives at 328 Dragon View in Peaceville." Laney said as Evelyn wrote it down.
"Okay, can you call her?" Evelyn asked Laney.
"Sure!" Laney said, taking the cell phone from Evelyn and calling her aunt.
She gladly accepted Laney into her house, happy that her niece was finally safe from her father. And, it turns out, that a little boy named Corey live just across the street. He and Laney were instant friends. And eventually, became the love of each other's lives.
(Transition)
Okay! So, I'm pretty sure this story was "legal", since this song is out in the public domain…. If not, then I apologize, and will revise it to make it "legal."
Thank you for reading! (Even though it is surprisingly dark…)
'Till next time!
-Starlight Titan