Legends

When Romane woke up, she was feeling great. The bed was so comfortable, and do was the arms around her.

She slowly turned around to face Brian. He was sleeping deeply, him mouth slightly open. He was snoring lightly. He seemed so peaceful under the morning sunlight.

She stroked the his temple with her thumb. His hold tightened around her, as he pulled himself closer. He rested his head on her chest, and let out a pleased sigh. He was smiling in his sleep.

She was blushing, but didn't push him back. She slowly let her hand play with his hair. She smelled his sent, since he was so close, she was wearing his shirt and was in his house, she was surrounded. She was smiling. She was so happy to be able to be so close to him. It was kind of like she was winning a battle against her mom, and Arthur. They tried to destroy her, and they had almost succeeded. But now she was able to be so close from Brian. It was winning a battle.

After some time, Brian finally opened his eyes. He rubbed his eyes with one of his hand, before realizing where his head was. He blushed lightly and pulled away. She giggled, finding him cute.

He kissed her sweetly. "Morning, love."

She blushed deep red. He smiled.

"I can't call you that way?" He asked.

She blushed even more, and whispered. "You can, if you want"

"I sure do, love." He kissed her temple. He hugged her. She hid her red face into his neck. She breathed him in. His sent was perfect. His finger played with her long hair.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure."

"I was wondering... why did you get your chest tattooed? I mean, you're not one of those girls who are naked all the time, almost no one will see it. And why there it might hurt a lot."

"I didn't do it for anyone else, I did it for myself. You know I have a problem with moms" she explained, her head still in his neck. "And it was so hard to see my body becoming adult, to see myself changing in what I hate the most. It was really hard to accept that I was becoming a woman, and one day, a mom. I choose the chest, because it's the symbol of maternity. I get a tattoo to prove that before being a woman, a mom, before looking like my mom, I was myself. I was the tattoo, the rock girl. I don't know if you understand what I mean, but that's it. I wanted to be me before being a woman."

He hugged her closer. "You're so beautiful, Ro."

She smiled and blushed.

"Can I ask something more serious, and sad?"

She nodded.

"If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay, I'll understand. I was just wondering... how did you escaped? You said you were here for years, what made you ran away?"

She stayed silent.

"Never mind, forget I asked..."

"No, it's okay. It's just I have never told this exactly moment. I mean, I met my dad not long after, but the police told him, not me. And no one asked me directly..." she pulled away from his neck, and laid on her back, looking at the ceiling.

"Do you know the song Defy You, of Offspring?' She asked him.

"Yeah, it's a great song. But why?"

"It was because of this song. You may throw me down, but I'll rise again.

I love that song. But I'm wondering what it means.... put the music on speaker, as I sing. I open a new tab on internet, search for translation of the song. I find it.

It's like he wrote what's in my head. Like he knew what I am living.

At the end of the song, I start it again. Then the door open behind me. I turn around, and my eyes goes wide. Mom's here. And she's pissed.

"I called you a hundred fucking times!" She yelled.

Oh no! I step back. I need to stay away.

"Do you think you can escape? You're a piece of shit. I treat you like you deserve."

With that she slap me on my face. I hear Dexter Holland. He's still singing.

You cannot stop us!
You cannot bring us down.
Never give up,
We go on and on!

She punch me in the stomach.

"No." I say and look into her eyes.

"What?" She ask. She stop and look back at me.

"Stop that." I say, still listening to Dexter singing.

All my will.
All my strength.
Rip it out.
I'll start again.

She laugh. Why? There isn't anything to laugh at....

Her fist meet my jaw. It hurt like hell. There's blood in my mouth. I bent down because of the pain.

Bad idea. She made my head collide with her knee. It make a horrible noise. My vision is blurry. I fell on the floor.

Second bad idea. She kick me I the stomach. And again. And again. I'm screaming an crying. My face is covered in blood.

I hear the last words of Dexter Holland.
You'll never break us!
Never bring us down.
We are alive!

The song is finish. And I can't stood up for myself....

"FUCK YOU" I scream with everything I have.

She stops, and looks at me, as if I was the littlest thing on this planet.

She turn around and walks toward the door.

She leave me alone?! For real? My heart is running. I don't even feel the wound.

She stops. I should know she will never leave me alone. She turn to face the bed. With a smirk.

Oh my god.

On my bed.

There's my guitar. The electric one.

She take it. No!

She turns to me and laugh at my face. She walks back slowly to me. I'm terrified. What she's gonna do?

"You know you should never be mean to your loving mother"

"You're not a loving mother!" Why I am screaming at her, I don't know. She's gonna kill me after this. But right now I don't give a shit. I want to defy her. I'm feeling so strong. Like she can't touch me.

but she proves me wrong. She takes the handle with two hands. And rises it over her head. My eyes goes wide, and I put my arms my head to protect myself. I scream as my guitar hit my skin. My guitar. I saw piece of it on the floor. My arm is hurting like hell.

And she do it again. I'm crying. My guitar. My only freedom. And she's breaking it. She's destroying the last thing that keep me alive.

I fall to the ground. I don't even protect myself. What the goal? She broke the last thing. She smash it a last time on my leg, making me scream. Then she throw the pieces at me. She smile, satisfied by the broken look on my face.

She walks away.

At this moment, a new song start. I don't know what song was playing before. But this one is Get Out Alive, by Three Days Grace.

I cry over my destroyed guitar.

Then the lyrics hit me. I've already searched for a translation.

If I stay it won't be long
Till I'm burning on the inside
If I go I can only hope
That I make it to the other side

I look at my guitar. Then at the computer. My guitar.

If you want to get out alive
Run for your life

Tonight I will go. For ever.

~~~~~~

After Arthur has gone back to his and mom's room, I took a deep breath. My legs were hurting like hell. My left arm, and my nose too. With what Art hue just did I have a sharp pain between my legs. It hurt so much.

When I hear them busy with each other, I walk toward the front door without a sound. I open it, and run as fast as I canon the side walk.

I'm free.

Free.

For the first time.

I run. And run again. I have no idea where i am. My leg is hurting like hell. No, my whole body is hurting like hell. But I've never felt so good. I'm free. People were staring at me as I stop. I sit k. A bench. I'm free.

After sometime, Patrick, a policeman of the town, and an old friend of my mom, come to me.

"Romane, what happened?!" He almost screamed, worried. "People keep calling about you. What happened?"

"And I told him everything. He was shocked, he really believed my mom was a gentle and loving woman. And her boyfriend too. I stayed at the police station for three weeks, while we were contacting my dad, and everything. I stayed mostly with Patrick, he really took care of me. And then, u went to live with my dad."

Brian hadn't pronounced a word. She turned to him. He had a sad look on his face. She stroked his face. He took his hand and kissed it.

"It's so sad that someone as perfect, loving caring has to live so horrible things. You deserve so much better."

She shrugged. "But now, I have everything I can ask for. I have a loving family, loving friends, a band... a boyfriend" she whispered the end.

He smiled. "But you deserve so much more than that." He cupped her chin, and put his forehead against hers. "You deserve... heaven. Yeah you deserve to live in a fucking paradise. You deserve to have a perfect boyfriend. Not me, you deserve better. I'm shitty in relationship, I've already proved it. You deserve someone who will never hurt you. "

She blushed. "I don't want that perfect person you're talking about. I want to be with you. With all your default. A perfect person must be so boring. I don't care about the perfect person. I care about you."

He smiled wide. "Lucky me."

She smiled back.

His phone biped, signaling a text. He rolled his eyes and pulled away from Romane to look at his phone.

"Zacky is wondering what happened last night. He knows I went to talk to you, but don't know how."

"Cam we told them?"

"Sure" he said, rising an eyebrow.

"I have an idea."

She threw the cover away, then sat up, next to him."put you feet next to mine, like that" she said pointing at her own feet, the heels against the bed, the toes in the air. He did As he was told.

She snapped a picture of the four feet, and put in the caption just a heart. She showed him. He nodded, and she posted it.

He smiled noticing she hadn't even asked if she could tag him. She knew him well: he didn't want his personal stuff to be on the internet.

He kissed her on her cheek. He pulled her in his lap. She smiled and leaned against him. He stroked her arm.

"I love you" he whispered in her ear. It was so strange to tell her that. He had never meant it. And now he didn't even doubt his feelings. It was so new for him. He didn't exactly know how to handle it. He wanted her to stay as close as possible, he never wanted to let her go. He was hers, and he knew it with everything he had. It was so strange. He held her close as she pulled her head against his neck.

Her phone vibrated. "Can you take it?" She asked. She didn't want to move form his lap. He smiled, and bent on the side to take it form the nightstand. He handed it to her.

From Dad:
And I didn't want to go into your room to not wake you up...

"My dad knows" she told Brian.

He rose an eyebrow. "What?"

"My dad know we're together. Fran, Aaron and my cousins are following me in twitter, so they all know..."

Usually, he didn't really like being known by the family of the girl. After all he broke their feelings all the time. But this time, it was different. This time he wasn't bothered. What would it change: he wasn't going to leave her.

"It's okay."

"He don't really like you" she whispered.

"After what I did to you, I would be shocked if he actually liked me."

His phone ringed. He took it. Ted. He sighed.

"I don't want to answer."

"Why?" She asked, still against his neck.

He blushed lightly. "I wanna stay with you. Just with you" he whispered.

She blushed and smiled wide. "Then" she said, and took his still ringing phone for his hand, and turned it off. She handed it back to him. He smirked.

"What?" She asked quietly.

"Nothing. I just love that part of you, that's slowly growing."

She blushed.

He laid back on the bed, taking her with him. She smiled looking at her phone.

"My fans are wondering who you are."

He smiled back, holding her closer.

"You want to tell them?"

"No, it's my life, and only mine. We're just us."

He smiled wide and hugged her. "I feel exactly the same."