Wow, fourteen reviews with two chapters? I feel special. ;) I've decided that I will pick one reviewer throughout the chapters to give a shout out to! Today, I'd like to give a shout out to the guest who said that chapter two was awesomeness! Thank you for saying that, it made my day!
Also, just in case anyone was wondering, next Friday is when The Chosen Ones is off hiatus. Sorry.
But, I do have a new story! It's called 'Fighters' and it's a crossover between the Hunger Games and House of Anubis! I hope you'll consider reading it and reviewing it!
This Friday I will decide if I'll do a Percy Jackson/House of Anubis crossover. Only one person has voted so far, but it'll close on Friday! PLEASE VOTE!
Enough with the author babble and onto the story! P.S., it'll be Nina's point of view unless said otherwise.
"…so I was like, no way, those are MY shoes. I don't care if you saved for a month! Get some in a size larger, it lasts longer!" Amber babbled coming into the foyer. I rushed from my room to the top of the stairs, excited yet anxious to tell them my news.
Fabian smiled when he saw me at the top of the stairs. He started to say something, but was cut off by Mick. "So are you pregnant or not?" He asked, chewing on a churro. "What? NO! And I read that article too," I said. Fabian's face flooded with relief. "But, I have big news. Everyone, go into the common room," I ordered. "Why? I wasn't done with my story!" Amber whined. "Amber, we don't care," Patricia snapped. Joy and Mara nodded vigorously. Amber heaved a big sigh, but followed the boys into the parlor.
Once everybody got into the room, I stood at the front, pacing uncertainly. After a couple minutes of this, Jerome said, "Just say it already!" I glanced at them. "I…you guys are going to hate me," I blurted out. "What? You're cheating on Fabian with Robert Pattinson? Because I would totally unders-" Patricia started out, but I yelled, "WOULD EVERYBODY STOP THINKING I'M CHEATING ON HIM?" They turned silent.
Joy spoke up, "Are you going to tell us or not?" I sighed, and sat down on the nearest couch. "The truth is…my music producer called me when you were gone." I confessed, twisting my hair uncomfortably. Fabian's face fell.
"Fabian...I said maybe," I told him. His face lit up. "Only if you guys want to come," I continued. Everyone's face had expressions of complete and utter shock, except for Fabian, who also had a relieved look, and Amber, who squealed. "So…is it your own personal tour?" she asked. "No, not with just one album. I'm the opening act for…Adele." I whispered the last word so quietly, no one heard me. "Opening act for whom?" Fabian urged, his face saying that he hoped it wasn't a supermodel or anything.
"I'm the opening act for Adele," I told them. Joy jumped up and almost screamed, "I'M GOING ON A FREAKING TOUR WITH ADELE?" I smiled. After all that had gone down between us, she was friendlier, and I was getting to know the real Joy, which was really nice.
"Only if all of you and the school and your parents agree to it," I warned them. Fabian sucked in a big breath. "I need to talk to you in the hall," he said to me. I nodded, and walked out into the hall.
"Nina…if I go with you, new rumors will spark up, and I don't think I could handle famous life," he said. "It's okay, and I don't give a damn for the rumors," I promised him. "Nina, I just don't think I can do it," he confessed. "Sure you can. Please, I can't do it without you." I begged him. "Go take your fifteen minutes of fame while you can. I just can't come," he said.
"It's not fifteen minutes! I am better than that!" I argued. "I know, I just don't like modern music that much," he assured me. "Oh, so you don't want to go on tour because you don't like Adele? I thought you loved me!" I wailed. I didn't know why I was picking this fight, but I didn't know why he didn't want to come with me. "I do love you, I just don't like that you always write about us!" he yelled.
I stopped. I didn't know he felt that way. Realizing how I had taken it, he said, "No…I love your songs…NINA!" I had already run upstairs.
I was trying to come up with a stupid song to write, but it didn't work. I had absolutely no inspiration. Zip, zero, nada. Okay, I had to dig deeper. The only song that hadn't been about me and Fabian was about my brother. Okay…family.
The truth was, my father was a recovering alcoholic. In my younger years, he had always yelled at my mom, my brother, and me, and taken about a pack of beers a day. After he had gotten into Alcoholics Anonymous, and several therapy sessions, he had returned to our family extremely sorry. But, it took a long time for him to convince me he had changed. I had actually refused to talk to him for five years.
I flipped my songbook open to a random song. It was a song about my dad.
When I got to Mr. Winkler's room, I checked the song, and realized, too late, what I had written. I started sobbing, hard, remembering that time. I collected myself, and started playing the piano.
Tears streaming down my face, I started singing:
Four years old, with my back to the door
All I could hear was the family you wore
Your selfish hands, always expecting more
Am I your child, or just a charity ward?
You have a hollowed out heart but it's heavy in your chest
I try so hard to fight it but it's hopeless
Hopeless, you're hopeless
Oh father, please father
I'd love to leave you alone but I can't let you go
Oh father, please father
Put the bottle down for the love of a daughter
It's been five years since we've spoken last
And you can't take back what we never had
Oh, I can only be manipulated only so many times
Before even 'I love you' starts to sound like a lie
You have a hollowed out heart but it's heavy in your chest
I tried so hard to fight but it's hopeless
Hopeless, you're hopeless
Oh father, please father
I'd love to leave you alone but I can't let you go
Oh father, please father
Put the bottle down for the love of a daughter
Don't you remember I'm your baby girl?
How could you push me out of your world?
Lied to your flesh and your blood
Put your hands on the ones that you swore you loved
Don't you remember I'm your baby girl?
How could you throw me right out of your world?
So young when the pain had begun
Now forever afraid of being loved
Oh father, please father
I'd love to leave you alone but I can't let you go
Oh father, please father
Oh father, please father
Put the bottle down for the love of a daughter
For the love of a daughter
I wiped my eyes, and sighed. Clapping emanated throughout the tiny theatre. I turned around, surprised. There stood Fabian, at the doorway. "What are you doing here?" I asked. He walked up to the stage. "Figuring out your past," he said quietly.
"So now you know. That was one of my biggest secrets," I said, wiping tears from my eyes. He took off his shirt. "What are you doing?" I asked. He showed me his back. I gasped.
It was full of scars and handprints. "What happened?" I whispered. "My biological dad. He's in jail for child abuse and I have a stepdad," he said, just as quiet. I rubbed off concealer from my wrists to show him the remaining handprints from the time my dad had squeezed my wrists. He'd never gotten a knife, though.
"I'm so sorry," I told him, hugging him. "No, I'm sorry. I thought no one had gone through the hell I'd gone through. I never imagined…" he trailed off. "Will you reconsider going on the Adele tour?" I asked. He nodded, and I hugged him. "You know, we should be on a soap opera," I said when I pulled away. He laughed and wrapped his bare arm around my shoulders. "No, because then one of us would have to die," he joked. I rested my hand on his shoulder. "I love you," I whispered. "I love you too," he said. I smiled and kissed him.
Sorry about the child abuse caused in this chapter. I just despise it so much, and I wish that it could be ridded from the world. I also know I'm causing Nina a lot of pain, so next chapter's about the tour and a bunch of other lighter things.
~ChocoAwesomeness~
