Black Hearts and Renegades, chapter 3
I sat on the edge of my bed with my black and red guitar in my lap. To my mom, if I don't practice my guitar, its like a kid who doesn't practice piano for three million hours a day, if it doesn't get done then I'll get bitched at. It didn't bother me though only because my guitar was my life.
I started playing Beast and the Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold. This was my mom's favorite song besides Christie Road by Green Day. I really liked Avenged Sevenfold song's because they had crazy solo's and licks.
After I played a couple songs, Mom told me to do my homework. I groaned but reluctantly grabbed my back pack and started working. I pulled out my work and spread it all over my desk.
My desk was bare except for one picture. A very important picture ot my mom. Its of my dad. I don't remember my dad that much because he would leave for months at a time to go on tour with his band. I don't know if any of thats true or not but thats what Mom tells me.
I barley remember what he looks like, the picture I have was of him in middle school when him and my mom met. Come to think of it, I don't remember ever going to his funeral either. I do remember he had two weird friends that came over to our house all the time when I was younger.
He looked familier. Every time I see the poster on my sisters wall I feel like I'm looking at this picture. I waved the thought off and started working on my english home work.
I couldn't really get into it. When ever I thought about my dad that was what was on my mind all day. I pushed away from my desk and sprinted down stairs and into the garage when Mom was messing around on her bass.
"Mom?" I asked, walking down the last four steps.
"Yeah? Whats up?" She stopped playing and looked up at me. I walked over and sat down next to her. I looked down into my hands not wanting to ask her again.
"Whats wrong Zacky?" she asked. She always called me Zacky. She made up the name in the first place so just about everyone calls me it now.
I looked up at her, my eyes meeting her brown ones. "What happened to Dad? I mean I know he died and all but..." I trailed.
She sighed and placed her bass on the case next to her. "Zack, I have something to tell you."
I turned and looked at her, "What is it?"
"Your dad never died."
My eyes widened and my stomach dropped. I felt my face tense up in anger. I had never been so mad at my mom before. "What?" I asked quietly.
"He never died. He's still alive to this day."
I stomped my foot against the floor and screamed, "How could you lie to me?!"
She sunk into the couch. "I don't know, I'm so sorry Zach."
My fists where clenched at my sides. "Whats his name?" I asked lowly. I closed my eyes tightly and bit my lip to stop myself from screaming my lungs out.
"Your probably not gonna believe this but...Tre' Cool."
I started playing Beast and the Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold. This was my mom's favorite song besides Christie Road by Green Day. I really liked Avenged Sevenfold song's because they had crazy solo's and licks.
After I played a couple songs, Mom told me to do my homework. I groaned but reluctantly grabbed my back pack and started working. I pulled out my work and spread it all over my desk.
My desk was bare except for one picture. A very important picture ot my mom. Its of my dad. I don't remember my dad that much because he would leave for months at a time to go on tour with his band. I don't know if any of thats true or not but thats what Mom tells me.
I barley remember what he looks like, the picture I have was of him in middle school when him and my mom met. Come to think of it, I don't remember ever going to his funeral either. I do remember he had two weird friends that came over to our house all the time when I was younger.
He looked familier. Every time I see the poster on my sisters wall I feel like I'm looking at this picture. I waved the thought off and started working on my english home work.
I couldn't really get into it. When ever I thought about my dad that was what was on my mind all day. I pushed away from my desk and sprinted down stairs and into the garage when Mom was messing around on her bass.
"Mom?" I asked, walking down the last four steps.
"Yeah? Whats up?" She stopped playing and looked up at me. I walked over and sat down next to her. I looked down into my hands not wanting to ask her again.
"Whats wrong Zacky?" she asked. She always called me Zacky. She made up the name in the first place so just about everyone calls me it now.
I looked up at her, my eyes meeting her brown ones. "What happened to Dad? I mean I know he died and all but..." I trailed.
She sighed and placed her bass on the case next to her. "Zack, I have something to tell you."
I turned and looked at her, "What is it?"
"Your dad never died."
My eyes widened and my stomach dropped. I felt my face tense up in anger. I had never been so mad at my mom before. "What?" I asked quietly.
"He never died. He's still alive to this day."
I stomped my foot against the floor and screamed, "How could you lie to me?!"
She sunk into the couch. "I don't know, I'm so sorry Zach."
My fists where clenched at my sides. "Whats his name?" I asked lowly. I closed my eyes tightly and bit my lip to stop myself from screaming my lungs out.
"Your probably not gonna believe this but...Tre' Cool."
