My Rock

Maria is a 16 year old girl who lost her brother in a car crash. Her father blamed her and turned to alcohol. He abuses her when he's drunk. Her mom is subject to emotional break downs and can't be there to defend Maria some times. Just as Maria is about to give up hope she meets the One Direction boys, and finds something to keep her going. And who knows? She might just find a little romance in the process.

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8. My Rock

Maria’s POV: The boys left, and once I finished, I did too. I had nowhere to go so I went home. When I got home the house was a mess. There was a broken vase, a torn curtain, and my dad passed on the chair. There was a note from my mom on the fridge. She was in New York for a week or two for business, and dad was leaving later tonight for a job interview in some town I couldn’t pronounce in Northern Cali. He would be gone a couple of days if all went well. She had left me $500 to get me by while my parents were gone and the request that I get dad up and ready, and to make sure he was sober when he left. Staying home alone for periods of time while my parents were away was nothing new to me.

            I got my dad up and dressed. He was unusually cooperative, though did get a bit pissed when I told him he couldn’t have a beer. At 6 his ride came, and I had the house to myself. The first thing I did was call the maid. Miss Sophia was a lovely lady who had cleaned our house for as long as I could remember. She preferred to work at night, so when I called her up, she was more than happy to come. She came in about 15 minutes, and just stared.

            “Your dad drunk again?” she asked, in her Spanish accent. I nodded. “Well you go and play your piano, I’ll work on cleaning up.” Miss Sophia liked to hear me play over the surround sound, so I went to my music room and plugged my piano in. I started to play Ed Sheeran’s The A Team. I don’t have a mic yet, so she can’t hear me sing, but I don’t think she wants to. Everyone always tells me that my voice isn’t good. Once I finished playing I heard clapping, though I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. I looked around a bit, kind of scared that someone was watching me, until I realized that the clapping was coming from my pocket. I pulled out my phone and saw that I had butt dialed Niall, and it was on speaker! Crap! I thought.

            I turned off speaker and held the phone to my ear. “I’m sorry Niall, I didn’t mean to call you.” “I know” he responded. “I kind of figured when you didn’t talk back when I said hello, and that you were playing the piano and singing like no one was listening” “Crap you heard that??” “Of course, you’re really good” “Well I’ve been playing piano for years now. I’m sorry you had to hear me sing though.”

 

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