Chapter One.
Tears are falling, clothes are being shoved into a small duffle, and all you can hear is my pathetic sniffling in this entire house. I ignore the pounding silence and zip up my bag, pushing it towards the door to my room. Next on the list is setting my Gibson custom acoustic in its case and putting 'the box' of my music in it as well, and then I'm off to the bank to get some cash. I truly, truly can't stay here. It's not what I thought it would be, and I need some time to just...not be here.
I'm fairly certain that entails booking it to London.
I grabbed my bag and through it out the window into the bushes outside my house, and then gently lowered my guitar down after it. A sound from Kevin's room reaches my ears and I panic. I planned on leaving a detailed note about what I was doing, but I don't think I have enough time. I gotta get out, grab the car, get some cash, and get on a plane for the other side of the world. I blew a kiss to my old life and climbed out the window, using the large tree near it to reach the ground safely.
Once I hit the grass I pulled out the key's to my new Mustang and loaded my things in the car. The engine roared to life and I turned my back on everything I had worked so hard for. Now I just had to find a bank that was open this late.
After maybe 20 minutes driving the quiet LA roads I found a 24-hr atm next to the 7-Eleven near the label offices. I scowled at the towering building next door and withdrew as much as I could. I'd have to go to a different ATM if I hit my limit before I had enough, but fortunately I was able to withdraw about 6,000.00. It would be enough to get me out of the the country, hopefully. Then I could get a job and forget about the massive fortune my brother's and I earned.
I didn't need the money anyways. Just the music.
That's the whole point of this escapade anyways, to find my music again. I couldn't do it here, so London here I come. I sighed, gripping the wheel as I headed to LAX. Hopefully this'll work.
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