Hey everyone! Now that my old Fic “Be My Escape” is over, I had this new idea for a fic. It’s a little different from my other stories, but I’m really excited about this! With a new year comes a new tale, and I truly hope that you like it!  

Just Listen to the Melody. Prologue.  

   It’s been over a year now… The shock has slowly worn off, but the sorrow has yet to follow suit. It’s the hardest thing in the world, loosing a loved one, but I have somehow learned to cope. I have accepted the fact that my mother has gone to a better place, and no matter how hard I cry, no matter how much I pray… there is no way to get her back.

   If only she had taken me with her… But instead, I am left here, living with Steve. I’m not sure who was less thrilled about the situation, me or Him? Steve was my mom’s latest husband… so now that forever makes him my step-dad.

   From the very beginning, he and I have never quite seen eye to eye. The only reason we ever put up with each other was because of my mom, and now that she’s gone the only thing keeping us together was the law. That’s right, Good ole’ Steve is my legal guardian.  

   And after a year of verbal warfare, disrespect, and a growing mutual hatred we have both finally had enough.

  “Deena, get your as.s in here!” hollered Steve from the living room. I sighed and started walking towards him, tripping over the old pizza boxes and unpaid bills that were strewn across the carpet.

   “Yes?” I asked in an annoyed tone. Steve took a quick swig from his beer bottle, and exhaled.

   “I have some news…” he said huskily. Ooh great, what could it be this time? Did he get fired again? Is it even possible to be fired from janitorial work? “Leslie is pregnant.”

   “Oh…Well… ughh… congratulations on finally spawning?” I said, crinkling my eyebrows. Seriously, what else was I supposed to say? ‘Great job knocking up you trashy girlfriend Steve?’ Yeah, that didn’t seem fitting.

   “Les and I have decided that it would be best for me to move into her place.” He said.

   “Wait… there is NO way I am living with that… that… wh.ore of a woman!” I objected, crossing my arms. Sure, Steve was bad… but Leslie… I have only seen that god forsaken woman twice in my life, and that was two times too many.

   “I’m not asking you to come.” Steve said. He took another long swig and explained. “Leslie still doesn’t know that I’m your guardian. She thinks that you are my niece or something.”

   “So… you are leaving me?” I asked.

   “Don’t even start with that Deena. I know you want me gone as much as I want you gone.” He shot. He was right. I would give anything to rid this man from my life.

   “But… but the law… and where will I go?” I asked in a whirlwind of panic. “I’m only sixteen.”

   “The law can’t do sh.it if they don’t know where we are. Leave the state, get a job… Do what ever the hell you want, it's your life. I don’t care, so long as you get out of mine.”

So that was the beginning, Chapter one will be coming atcha either tonight or tomorrow, so keep it locked. Thanks for reading, and comments make me smile :)

--Lauren

This sounds really awesome so far!!!PMS!!!

another amazing FF so far =]

pms!

-manda

Wow!!!! Amazing I love it. PMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Merci for the comments! Glad you are liking it! here’s more for your reading pleasure:

Just Listen to the Melody. Chapter 1.

   “Deena, table two is ready.” The waiter Mike informed me. I nodded, and walked over to the table.

   “Hi, ready to order?” I asked the table full of guys. I slipped out a note pad and pen from my pocket and awaited their order.

   “yeah.” One guy spoke up. “A round of bud for the table, and 4 burgers.”

   “Okay, anything else?” I asked, furiously scribbling on the note pad. 

   “Ya.” Another guy said “I’ll take a side of that as.s you got, and make sure it’s served hot.” This received numerous loud chuckles and high-fives from the guy’s friends. I rolled my eyes and walked back into the kitchen to place the order.

  I’m Deena Derosa. Your average 17 year old high school dropout. I have been working at Dave’s sports bar and grill for just under a year now. Sure, it’s not a glamorous job, and not at all satisfying… but it pays the rent. Getting ogled by middle-aged men who don’t know I’m underage just comes with the territory I guess. 

  “Hey Dave?” I asked the man behind the bar counter, who also happened to be my boss. “My shift’s over, I’m heading out”

   “No problem baby. See you tomorrow.” He replied with a wink. Dave has always scared me, but he’s the only person around here that would give me a job, so I guess I can’t complain.

   I hung up my waitress apron, and slipped into my tattered jean jacket. “where are you going sweetheart?” asked one of the guys from table two. I ignored him and made my way to the back door.

   I swung it open, and was met with a harsh icy wind. “Be careful on the ice Deena, wouldn’t want a pretty little thing like you to get hurt.” Dave called out. I nodded and took a step into the blistering winds.

   I hugged myself for warmth, desperately trying to stop the shivering, and started my expedition home. I walked through the back alleys that I have grown so accustomed to, and listened to the soft sounds of traffic, and police sirens off in the distance. I listened closer and could hear the light crunching of my shoes into the snow at my feet, and the stable sound of my breath as I could see it in front of me.

   I like New York, I really do, but when winter rolled around I thought it was God, playing some sick joke on me. This time last year I was living in North Carolina, where snow is a fairly rare sight, and breath is not meant for seeing.

   This time last year was also right around the time when my good for nothing so-called stepfather pushed me away with no money, no guidance, and no where to go. But I didn’t need him… I made it on my own. I did what I had to, and I did it my own way. Am I living the good life? No. Am I particularly happy? Not in the slightest… But I’m independent, and don’t need to rely on anyone but myself, because in the end… that’s the only one you can trust.

   I may not have friends, but that was a choice. Call me jaded, but people are not to be trusted. Personal experience has led me to see the worst in everyone, and so far it was working. I have never once been let down, betrayed, or hurt by someone since I moved here. Happiness is just a small price to pay.    

   I sat down in the small shelter built at the bus stop, thankful for the roof over my head to stop the snow, and waited patiently for the bus to come and take me home so I can do this all again tomorrow. Joy.

Viola! A new chapter. Thanks for reading, it’ll start to get good by next chappy me thinks! Comments make me smile :)

--Lauren