Broken kingdom

Good for him. 

“Hey, man. Whatever works.” 

He places his fingers over the piano keys. “Ready to write some emo shit?” 

Hell motherfucking no. 

“I don’t know. I’ve never done it before.” 

“Well, it’s simple.” He presses down on the ivory keys, filling the room with a melodic sound. “I just need you to give me the good, the bad…and the ugliest parts of your heart and soul.” 

There’s only one person who has that. 

I’m leaving the studio with two songs written and a weird sense of accomplishment buzzing through my skin. 

I didn’t think I’d be into it, but hearing my words put to music was pretty fucking dope. 

It’s something I definitely want to do again. 

I’m stepping into the elevator when my phone rings. Hoping Bianca decided to pull her stubborn head out of her ass and talk to me, I pluck my phone from my pocket. 

An ugly feeling rises up my throat when I see Crystal’s name flash across the screen. 

“Not today, Satan,” I mutter. 

I’m getting ready to hit the ignore button but then it occurs to me that there might be something wrong with C.J.

I quickly swipe the green button. “What happened?” 

Crystal’s sobbing on the other line, which immediately makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “You need to get to the hospital right now. Your dad…” She’s crying so hard she can barely make out her next words. “He’s been shot.”