The Drummers Sister

When Ashton told his band mates he had a younger sister, they didn't expect this.

Emily isn't anything like Ashton, other than her sarcasm and good looks. She isn't sweet, or caring. She's cold, heartless.

And maybe that's why Calum can't seem to get her off his mind. She's broken, that much he knows. He doesn't know what happened to her to make her hate the world so much, and more importantly hate herself. But he's determined to figure it out.

The only problem, will she let him get close enough to find out.


1. Prolouge

"Emily?" Ashton called, his voice was laced with concern as he gently knocked on her bedroom door.

"Go away," Emily demanded, wiping at her mascara stained cheeks.

"Em, what happened?" He slowly opened her door, his breath catching in his throat at the sight before him. His little sister sat on her bed, a torn shirt and her skirt being the only thing on her. He took in her busted lip, black eye, and the bruises littering her arms and chest.

"Oh Emily," he sighed, wrapping his arms around her as she released a chocked sob.

"H-he didn't - he didn't stop," she cried, gripping tightly to his shirt. Ashton's jaw tightened in anger, rubbing her back soothingly.

This shouldn't have happened to her. She's too sweet, too caring. Too innocent. She's only fourteen...

Three years later...

"Emily, it's three am!" Ashton snapped in a hushed tone, glaring at his sister as she walked into the living room in tight black jeans, a low-cut blouse, and reeking of alcohol.

"And?" She replied, rolling her eyes. It's not like he cared either way, he was always on tour with his band. She hadn't seen him in two years really, only seeing him for a week or two at a time before he was off again. It had been like that since just after the incident.

"And? You're only seventeen! You're not even legal yet!" He lectured, sounding tired as he ran a hand through his - now long - hair. He looked up at her, his eyes holding a mixture of disappointment and sorrow.

"Why do you do this Em?" He asked, using her old nickname. Her careless persona faltered slightly, remembering when she would hear that name everyday as they cooked together, or played video games. She missed it.

"It's easier than remembering what happened." She stated, closing her eyes before sighing and walking up the stairs to her bedroom without another word.

A/N: Hi, I'm Kayleigh and this is my first book on here. I hope you like it, and I'll try to update often.

X - Kayleigh

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