Chapter 6

                                    

                                          
Justin waved to me as he drove off. I walk up the drive way and get a weird feeling in my stomach. Like something bad was bound to happen. I quietly enter the house and make my way to the stairs.
                          
The light suddenly comes on over the kitchen. I turn my head and my eyes widen. There at the island is Jane with my acoustic in front of her. 
                          
I slowly walk over. "Um... I-i-i can explain. See, Julie didn't have any more room at her place, so-"
                          
"Don't lie to me little girl." Jane cut me off. "You said you were going over to Julie's. I come to find out your at some club singing, jumping around tables, acting like a little tramp."
                          
"I wasn't-"
                          
"You weren't? Then what is this?" Jane shows me a previous live of me singing at the club. "We have told you, time and time again, there will be no music in this house!"
                          
"But that's not who I am!"
                          
"You are who we say you are!" Jane yells at me.
                          
"I am who I want to be! And I want music in my life!" I glare at her.
                          
She stomps over to the kitchen island and grabs my acoustic. "You are who we say you. And we say, No Music!"
                          
"NO!" It was to late. She smashed my acoustic to the ground, breaking it into pieces. "No! Stop! Please!"
                          
"What the hell is going on? Jane! Stop!" Mark runs over and takes the remains of my guitar from her. "What the hell are you doing?"
                          
"She has disobeyed us one to many times, Mark. We should have never let her be in that music program. It's getting all these ridiculous ideas in her head. Music will get her nowhere!"
                          
"That's not true!" Mark yelled over her.
                          
"How would you know?!"
                          
"I've seen her, okay!" Mark looks at me, sympathy in his eyes. "I've seen her, heard her. The way she plays, the way she sing. How she writes with so much passion, emotion. Emotions that we have caused. Emotions that you caused!" He looks back at her and glares.
                          
"Oh, so now this is my fault?! I'm not the little shit who didn't do what they were told!"
                          
"Don't call her that!"
                          
I couldn't take the fighting anymore. I ran to be room and slammed the door. I grabbed a duffle bag and shoved some clothes and my song books in there. I then went under my bed to pull out my six-string. I lightly traced my fingers against the case. "At least she didn't find you."
                          
I then headed to my window and snuck out. I ran all the way to Julie's house. All the lights were out. The all must have went to sleep. Not wanting to disturb any one, I make my way to the studio. When I walk in, nobody was in there. I set my guitar case down and head to the bathroom to change into some pj's.