Hey so here is Chapter two...
This one is different, it is more focused around the lead male role...
Oh yea! That is Tommy!!
ENJOY!
Destined for Help
Chapter 2
Fun at an Expense
Everyday had seemed to start the same for Tommy. That is until he took the initiative to find a place of his own, and finally create the musical place he had dreamt of. No it may not be in the mountains, or be a large beautiful mansion, but it did the trick. In the past four months he had successful bought and created a musical set up that even he couldn't believe he could successfully do.
Work, relationships, and his memories were leaving their mark on him, and he needed a place out of town and away from his stress filled city home. G Major had been a headache lately and he wished he never would have started to work here in the beginning, but now he was stuck. Darius has him pinned their, and there isn't one thing he can do about it. It isn't that he doesn't mind the work... no that is not it at all... it is the circumstances he has been put under. Artist after artist... job after job... no one he could just settle and work with. Just like his relationships, and memories. All so overwhelming.
That is why he bought the farm house.
It use to be owned by a family, but evidently they had been having some financial troubles and needed to sell it... In his urgent need for a change, and despite the high price, he bought it. He hasn't regretted it one bit. Especially because of days like today...
"Hey Kwest, Tell D I'm taking the evening off..."
"What? Is Julie not performing for you Tom?" Sarcasm was evident in Kwest's voice.
"What do you think man? Use your brain..." Tommy rolled his eyes, he wasn't in the mood to fight.
Julie was one of Tom's many artists, and recent relationship. Last night they had one massive fight, and they had yet to make up. The way Tommy figured it was that it was over. She had broken up with him just like the previous four girlfriends before her. The only problem was he had to still work with her. At least he did today, and they didn't achieve anything. He knew he was going to hear it from Darius too, so he figured he would leave before he received more of an earful.
With that he picked up his things and left.
He arrived at the farm house after dark. He hadn't planned on visiting here this week, but obviously his plans had changed. He noticed the lights on, and didn't think he would have been one to leave them like that, but considering the circumstances... he could care less. Instead of entering through the front door, he decided to go through the back one. As he drove back there, he completely missed the car that was parked in the front lot off to the side. As far as he could tell, everything (besides the lights) were completely normal.
That was until he got out of his car...
He swore he could hear noises.. And as he approached the door, he realized he heard singing. The singing wasn't half bad either. Actually it was pleasant, and matched the key of the guitar well.
Normally, if someone was found in his house, he would barge in and take control. He would make sure they regretted trespassing, or stealing, and especially the decision they had made to enter his grounds.
But this time was different. Oh yes... he would confront this girl who had decided to break into his place. He would just do it much differently than how he would approach anyone else. Heck he needed some fun...and he was going to have it. He would teach her a lesson alright...and he would have a little fun with it too...
He was going to scare her. Not lay a hand on her...no... just show her what happens when she messes with thee Tom Quincy.
He went to the front door and peaked through the window.
'Oh what do you know... a little blonde...who likes to play with instruments...This is going to be fun..'
With that thought he barged in, swinging the door open as widely as he possibly could. He almost couldn't keep a straight face as he watched her face become filled with shock.
She seemed to be speechless...
He could talk, but chose against it...
Actions can be much more frightening then words...
As soon as she started to stand up he started to approach her. As she began to pick up her pace of leaving, he, too, picked up his. She went to break into a complete sprint, but just as she started her stride, she tripped over a chair and came crashing down.
"OUCH!"
This was his chance to talk.
"I think you're lost..." He said this as low and haunting as he could.
She didn't respond.
Instead, she attempted to get up and leave again. But she was slow attempting to achieve it.
"I said I think you are lost...I'm sure you have noticed you are on someone else's property."
Frustration was starting to appear in his voice without any extra effort.
Oh yes... she knew.
"Look, okay, I am sorry..." She said this while backing up heading towards the back door. There was that immature worked up voice she had again.
He continued to follow her. He had become awfully close to her.
"It's just I...needed a place to go... and well... We... I mean...my..."
"CRASH"
There he went, he tripped over the acoustic she left on the floor. It hurt. He was on the ground, and on top of him were pictures, and many values that had broken as the shock his fall knocked them off of the wall.
By the time he had gotten up he knew she would have left.
And that she did... but with more havoc than he could have imagined. He heard a loud screech, and looked outside to find her driving through his driveway at an excessively quick speed.
But oh no.. that isn' t what the noise was from. He had a feeling he knew what is was... but didn't want to admit it.
...He was right...
In front of him was his precious viper, with a wonderfully long scratch mark across the side. He was now enraged with anger...HIS VIPER... LONG... DEEP MARK
That little runt! In an attempt to leave quickly she must have had whipped around through the back parking area and was caught by surprise at the scene of his viper. Within her hurry, she must have caught a section of his viper with part of her hood...and kept going...
"Things just can't get any worse can they...?"
And with that said, he walked into his farmhouse, picked up his acoustic, and grabbed the writing she had left on the floor...