After ten cups of coffee, chapter 1
Tia ran out of the front door of her house slamming the door behind her. Fumbling with the keys she somehow managed to open the door of her brothers, Tys Merc, and chucked a bag containing some clothes and all her CDs, most of them Green Day. Her father ran out of the house and began tugging at the car door as Tia started up the car motor. "You stupid bitch, get out of your brothers car right now and face your punishment!" Her father was shouting but Tia backed out of the driveway, giving him the finger as she drove away. She looked down at the thick wad of cash poking out of her jacket pocket. The money made her feel sick but she needed it, deserved it too after what she had been through her whole life.
Once Tia was convinced she had gone a safe distance from her angry family she pulled into the parking lot of a random café. Shakily she put most of the money in the bag which she slung over her shoulder as she got out of the car, barely remembering to lock it. Tia glanced around the parking lot to check that she wasn't followed before heading into the café, where she ordered a small cappachino. She sat down at a booth in the corner, staring at her cup fighting back tears that had been delayed for the last ten years, only a few escaping at nights. "You gonna drink that or what?" A voice startled Tia out of her thoughts, making her jump slightly and look up. "Holy shit," she said under her breath. "Um, still deciding." She said looking into the face of her hero, Mike Dirnt. He laughed and sat down next to her. Tia bit her lip and looked at the table, realising she was staring. "So, how come you look so depressed?" Mike asked her. Tia looked back up at him, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What's it to you?" Mike looked taken aback but he took a piece of laminated paper out of his pocket. "I like to know the names of the people who go backstage at a Green Day concert," Mike said sliding the paper towards Tia. "Also a little bit of their backgrounds." Tia picked up the backstage pass and looked at in wonder. "I-I'm Tia." She said pocketing the ticket. "And your story?" Mike asked. "You really want to know?" Tia arched an eyebrow questionably, "Well, my parents have abused me for all of my life, while my good-for-nothing brother was treated like a prince. I tried to run away hundreds of times but this is the only time it worked, however knowing my father he'll find me and beat the living crap out of me." Tia stared at Mike blankly as if she was saying that she had had a perfectly normal childhood but that effect was ruined by her suddenly bursting into tears. Mike moved so he was sitting next to her so she could lean against him, tears forming a dark patch on his blue T-shirt. "By, the way, in case you didn't know, I'm Mike." He said in her ear. Tia looked up at him. "I know." Tia said through tears. "Come on, let's go. Do you have a car?" Mike asked. Tia nodded and they walked out into the parking lot. Tia led him to the car. She passed him the keys 'cause she didn't really feel up to driving. Mike unlocked the doors for her. "Do you want to come to the band practise?" Mike asked. "Yes, please." Tia replied.
Mike drove down the highway, occasionally looking at Tia who was drifting in and out of sleep. She was slumped against the seat, eyes half closed. "Mike," she said. "Don't worry, Tia," he said. "No-one will hurt you now."
Au contrite, Mike, au contrite.
Once Tia was convinced she had gone a safe distance from her angry family she pulled into the parking lot of a random café. Shakily she put most of the money in the bag which she slung over her shoulder as she got out of the car, barely remembering to lock it. Tia glanced around the parking lot to check that she wasn't followed before heading into the café, where she ordered a small cappachino. She sat down at a booth in the corner, staring at her cup fighting back tears that had been delayed for the last ten years, only a few escaping at nights. "You gonna drink that or what?" A voice startled Tia out of her thoughts, making her jump slightly and look up. "Holy shit," she said under her breath. "Um, still deciding." She said looking into the face of her hero, Mike Dirnt. He laughed and sat down next to her. Tia bit her lip and looked at the table, realising she was staring. "So, how come you look so depressed?" Mike asked her. Tia looked back up at him, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What's it to you?" Mike looked taken aback but he took a piece of laminated paper out of his pocket. "I like to know the names of the people who go backstage at a Green Day concert," Mike said sliding the paper towards Tia. "Also a little bit of their backgrounds." Tia picked up the backstage pass and looked at in wonder. "I-I'm Tia." She said pocketing the ticket. "And your story?" Mike asked. "You really want to know?" Tia arched an eyebrow questionably, "Well, my parents have abused me for all of my life, while my good-for-nothing brother was treated like a prince. I tried to run away hundreds of times but this is the only time it worked, however knowing my father he'll find me and beat the living crap out of me." Tia stared at Mike blankly as if she was saying that she had had a perfectly normal childhood but that effect was ruined by her suddenly bursting into tears. Mike moved so he was sitting next to her so she could lean against him, tears forming a dark patch on his blue T-shirt. "By, the way, in case you didn't know, I'm Mike." He said in her ear. Tia looked up at him. "I know." Tia said through tears. "Come on, let's go. Do you have a car?" Mike asked. Tia nodded and they walked out into the parking lot. Tia led him to the car. She passed him the keys 'cause she didn't really feel up to driving. Mike unlocked the doors for her. "Do you want to come to the band practise?" Mike asked. "Yes, please." Tia replied.
Mike drove down the highway, occasionally looking at Tia who was drifting in and out of sleep. She was slumped against the seat, eyes half closed. "Mike," she said. "Don't worry, Tia," he said. "No-one will hurt you now."
Au contrite, Mike, au contrite.
