Ruining lives wasn't exactly what Lauren had hoped would happen. Her mother was also slightly over exaggerating her behavior. Yes, Lauren skipped school regularly, but she was visiting her grandfather mostly. Yes, Lauren's grades were dropping, but Lauren felt the best lessons were taught out of school. Her intentions weren't to ruin lives. But when her mom went off the deep end and aired all her dirty laundry, Lauren , as well as the rest of the family, was shocked.
Leaving was easy for Lauren. She loved her aunt and her Pop Noah. Plus the grass was greener on the other side. Until she arrived on the other side.
Lauren entered the house after the death of her Pops to a problematic marriage. She longed to go back but knew that going back wouldn't be any better. Her father's marriage issues plagued her.
She could hear them arguing. Something she'd never heard before. She had caused the problems. After all she was born to the wrong father. Sleep was hard for her; many nights she tossed and turned.
Some nights she would finally get to sleep only to be disturbed by a knocking noise. The noise returned night after night until finally she left the comfort of her room to inspect the noise. She crept across the house trying to find the source. It wasn't until she entered the garage that she noticed the rhythmic beat of drums.
Reluctant to break the beat, Lauren tip toed down the stairs. At the bottom she found her father. As if sensing someone was there, Wilson stopped drumming and turned to see Lauren watching him, "That was good."
Wilson smiled and motioned at a guitar across the room, "Why don't you join?" Lauren wasn't any good at either instrument, but she would try for her father.
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