Shane rolled over and groaned his head felt like it was being pounded out from the inside. He threw off the covers and let his cold feet touch his hotel room floor. He squinted his eyes to see where he was and was blinded by the light streaming in from the window so he trudged clumsily in that general direction to close them. With that taken care of he made his way to the washroom and started drinking water from the tap to try and calm the hangover that felt like it was devouring his head.
Shane leaned against the bathroom wall to think. He tried to remember to the night before and realized he had been at the bar in the hotel. In his head he tried to count the number of drinks he had drank but he couldn't distinguish one drink from another. He wondered how much he had spent but then decided it really didn't matter he could always go to the bank machine to get more.
Crap. He couldn't. Shane slid down the wall and put his head between his knees. If he used his credit card his family could find him, although a part of him argued that wasn't a bad thing, he wasn't ready to go back yet. He tried to go over what got him into this mess in his head.
As a kid he had run away a couple times for days at a time if he wasn't happy about things, it wasn't a big surprise if a 13 year old Shane didn't show up to school for a week. But since his band with his brothers had gotten 'discovered' he had too much riding on him being where people wanted him when people wanted him.
After Shane's 15th birthday his band of himself, his older brother Jason and his younger brother Nate had been given a contract with a recording studio after they got 'discovered' playing in a small cafe in their hometown. Since then they had made multiple successful songs and even two CDs. Shane as a teenager knew that most of the fan base loves him since he is the middle band boy and the bad boy of the group. The studio offered him multiple times to go solo but he was a smart kid and knew that without Nate writing the songs and Jason playing the guitar solos he would lose some fame. His teenage celebrity years have been his best - he had more money than a teenager needed, girls threw themselves at him constantly and everyone knew who he was.
It was a month ago that everything had been threatened. Jason, being older now, proposed to his girlfriend and he wanted to leave the band and live with his fiancé to have a more normal life and Nate wanted to record some solo songs. Shane had thought at first that this was just a joke but one night Nate had come home saying he was recording his new song tomorrow and Jason had announced when he was moving in with his fiancé. The band was broken up. Shane left the next day taking a lot of cash and clothes.
How could they just leave him like that? They were a band! They were actually brothers and his own brothers left him alone. How was he supposed to sit by and watch them go to other places while he stayed behind? Where was he supposed to go?
Shane had been gone two nights now. The first night he had driven for so many hours he lost count and slept in the closest hotel when he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. Yesterday he had woken up and turned on his phone to see dozens of texts and missed calls and had promptly turned it off. He had gone out to breakfast in a little restaurant as to not be seen and checked his text messages which all consisted of "Where the hell are you?"s and "You better get back here before the press realizes" and after reading them all and refusing to respond he had walked around the small town for hours stomping his feet angrily into the pavement. When it got to be a late hour he went back to his hotel and to the bar feeling glad he was finally old enough to legally drink.
Where did he go from here? He had no idea but he was not going home. For now he just needed to get back to bed. Shane stood up with a great amount of effort and made his way to his bed before falling asleep again hoping to wake up when all his problems were solved.
