Maria

I tried asking her what to hang up but just ignored the gesture and hung everything up, about after ten minutes I figured it out and hung up hoodies, shirts, and n EP cd. I stacked the shirts in the different size piles and same with the hoodies. I laid out a necklace and opened up the money box.

I wrote out a name tag for her and I and she came back, slapping hers on right below her collarbone. I sighed and we hopped over the merchandise and started selling rather quickly. "Hey." Mom greeted. "What's up?" "Um, selling stuff, you know, legally, and he," I gestured to Anthony, "can help." He cheered in glee and I gave him a white bandana with BVB in different directions, making it look like a star.

"You know how to put that on." And I knew he did. He folded it right and put it on as a face cover. I rolled my eyes and paused quickly to pull it down. "Aw, why can't I wear it like Uncle Tony?" he complained. "Cause you will get arrested." I said dryly. Jordan elbowed me. "That's not something you tell a seven year old." She hissed. I sighed. "I meant you'll get in a lot of trouble." I couldn't emphasize that enough.

He nodded and pulled also, a small hoodie over his head. I pat his head. "Good job, monster." After about thirty minutes mom fixed his bandana so it was wrapping around his forehead.

"There. Now, I'm gonna get a water. You guys want anything?" she announced. "Mountain dew." I said immediately, "Monster." Jordan added and Anthony shook his head. She nodded and left. The lights went down and you couldn't literally hear yourself think.

"They play here a lot." Jordan shouted over the people. I nodded and we kept selling. I watched them play while selling; it was amazing how into their music Andy was onstage. Once their set list was over, they came over and started signing merchandise we had already sold. I was surprised dad hadn't shown, maybe it was a bluff.

Mom came back with our drinks, I bet it did take her a while to get them, and we drank away, I started taking things down when someone called my name. I turned to see Jordan with a pale face. I sighed and went by her side. "What?" I asked. She pointed to mom and someone arguing. It was a large, big figure.

I knew a bouncer could easily take him out, but mom? Hell, no. I walked up to mom, "who's this?" I asked. She gave me a stick of gum. "Really? Do I need to tell you?" she asked. I shook my head and shoved it in my mouth. "This is your father." She sighed. I looked up at him, tall, largely built, longish black hair and blue eyes that glowed like mine. He was wearing a black button up and black jeans with boots.

Needless to say, a larger version of Andy pretty much. "She needs to see her father sometime in her life." He grumbled. I could tell he wasn't happy. Probably because of my nose piercing.

"She's eighteen, legal enough to make her own decisions." Mom countered. He nodded and looked at me. "I wanna stay here with my friends. I lived eighteen years without you, and I've lived pretty well so far, I don't need anyone screwing that up."

He nodded again and walked away with that. I raised an eyebrow. "God I really hope he doesn't vandalize anything of ours." I mumbled. Mom slugged me in the arm. "Don't jinx it." "Someone call me?" Jinxx shouted over to us. I laughed and shook my head.

When we dropped Anthony off, he sighed and gave me one final hug. I kissed his forehead, his sweaty dirty, forehead, and Kathy picked him up from the car. "Bye Mari." He mumbled. "Bye Monster." I mumbled. Kathy gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and went inside.

"I see where I'm loved." Mom mumbled, and we drove home, with Jordan following us.

I felt my blood freeze when I saw the house. Windows were broken, the door was knocked off its hinges, and the garage door was beaten in several places.

I jumped out of the car and ran inside. Walls had numerous holes in them, I ran straight to my room, my mattress was shredded, pillow torn into bits, and I didn't wanna even see my closet. I bet my whole wallet my entire wardrobe was torn. And probably had holes. But I didn't want to see it. I fell on my bed. I looked at my window, yup, that one was smashed too. I looked in my bathroom and my mirror was broken and shower curtain again, shredded.

I sighed in depression, today started off awesome, why couldn't it have stayed that way?

Jordan ran downstairs and stood there silently. I grabbed a feather from my pillow. "I feel even more invaded, if that's possible." I mumbled. She sighed and sat next to me, wrapping me in a hug. I hugged her back, tightly. "I don't know how were gonna fix this."

She nodded and gave a final squeeze before letting go. I wiped at my eyes, last thing I needed was for me to start crying. "Well, we'll start to scrounge up what's left, so that way we know what we don't have to replace. Then we'll see where to go from there." I nodded and we started to go through my closet, bathroom, and generally, my whole room to see what we had left.

My dresser had about three good things in it. My sock full of money, a t-shirt, and a pair of sweat pants. My mattress was dead, so we took off the sheets and threw it out in the garage, and the air mattress was no good either.

My pillows were dead also, so we threw those away also. Mom had a trash bag full of, what I guessed were clothes, and we grabbed a couple and rummaged through my jeans to see what I had.

Only one pair was safe, and that was the pair I was wearing. We threw away everything else and even my long lived DVD collection. Each disc was smashed, along with the case. Then we started to vacuum up the feathers and stuffing from my bed and stuff when someone knocked on my wall.

I turned to see mom, her eyes were red, and so I assumed she had been crying. "I'll be right back." Jordan murmured, and went upstairs. Mom wrapped me in a bone crushing hug, I felt like crying again, but swallowed the tears.

"I swear I'm gonna start crying soon." I laughed. Mom smiled and moved my bangs out of my eyes. I let a tear slip, but wiped it away quickly. They started to fall one by one and wouldn't stop. I sniffled in the silence and she hugged me once more. "I don't know how you do it. Whenever I want to cry, I just happen to do it in front of you."

I sounded like I was complaining, but I actually was grateful. I was actually happy I could cry in front of her. She laughed, "It comes with the territory of being a mother."

I smiled and shook my head in the crook of her neck. "I guess so huh." "I know somehow were supposed to pay for this, but alone with what we've got, with damage and everything, we can only pay for about a quarter of it." She said, I knew it was true. Yeah her job paid a lot, but most of it went to my college fund, or went towards the bills. And John usually spent his money either on car insurance, or on drinking money.

And sometimes even on improvements on his car. Like leather seating or something. "I could get a job." I said, she sat us on the stairs. "Jordan!" she called. The smaller girl appeared around the corner smiling like a Cheshire Cat. "Help us brainstorm chick." I said. She nodded and sat with us.

"We could do a charity concert." Andy said, popping his head around the corner. "Gah!" I jumped and hit my head on the railing. "Sorry." He apologized and sat next to Jordan. "That'd be asking too much Andy." Mom said. He shook his head. "We wanna help, and I heard you guys need money and a charity concert is the perfect way to get some, all profits go to you." I shrugged.

"Mom?" she sighed. "Fine, you guys can have your charity concert, but whatever is left, actually goes to charity, got it?" Andy nodded and I smiled.

(A/N:... i know it kinda got depressing, but please dont kill me, it's going fairly well with what i have planned, so far...*smirks evilly* so please...REVEIW!)