Chapter 4
Phoenix
I ignored the absolute hate that Meredith was pushing on to me. Carefully I noticed that on the porch was a guy. He had black hair that fell into his eyes, pale skin, and a black hoodie. Hendrix had said that'd he'd come and rescue me if I needed it but damn, he hadn't known that easily. "Vlad!!" squealed Meredith leaping into his arms. I took the key out of her hand as she stared into his eyes lovingly. "I'll be unpacking, not that you'd care." I slipped into the house hearing Vlad mutter something.
Unpacking came easy. Being passed from family member to family member based on my delinquency has taught me to always stay packed. The only thing I ever bother to unpack are my stereo, my bass, my guitar, my CDs, and my posters. I took my time unpacking. I glanced at the bedding. There was a pastel green old comforter, a pillow yellowed with age, and a worn purple throw blanket. Carefully I buried myself into the throw blanket.
Moments passed and the tears that I always cried in privacy had dried to my face. "Oh Vlad! Stop!" I had heard them giggling through the walls. I groaned. How I was related to someone so vain, so completely moronic was beyond me. I scooped up my guitar. I began to play Like Wasteland by Trapt. I'd much rather be on the drums to drown out the noise of their disgusting romance. Half way into the song Meredith charged in, throwing my guitar from me, and letting it smash in the wall. "Did you really just do that?" my whole body was quivering. What gave her the right to take the only thing I had away from me? "Yes, I did!" I lunged forward and so did Meredith. To her bizarre twist of luck, Vlad grabbed her arms. "Go on! Go make out with the pop tart and tell her everything's going to be fine!"
I slammed myself down on the bed. My guitar had lost a few strings and it was in need of repairs. But it wasn't like I had to go get a new one. That chick must be so lucky.