Not Just A Maid

Age 7
“Go play outside, America. Mum and Gemma are busy.” My brother Harry told me as I tried to walk into mum’s room.

“You’re not the boss of me!” I yelled at them, even though I was internally giggling.

“I was born first, so technically, I am older.” He smirked at me.

“By only a minute!” I pouted, even though I was close to bursting into laughter.

“America Erin Styles, If you don-” He tried to threaten but was cut off by me laughing loudly. He soon joined me once he figured out I was kidding.

“Ok Haz.” I giggled, running outside and skipping along the sidewalk, singing a song I came up with.

“Yeah, wanna put this song on replay, I can listen to you all day,you all day. Yeah, gonna put this song on replay, we can start all over again, and again, yeah, wanna put this song on.” I sang, though it was the same thing over and over.

“Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass, and I’m homebound. Staring blankly ahead, making my way, making my through the crowd. And I ne-” I was cut off by a car stopping next to me.

“Grab her.” A gruff voice said, and I was roughly grabbed by two men.

“Anne, Harry, Gemma, Mrs, Crockfield, SOMEONE!!” I screamed as the two men dragged me to the large black car.

Tear streamed down my face as my ankle twisted as I was threw in the car. “Drive!” The gruff voice shouted, and the car wrenched forward.

“And who do you think you are, running round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts, and tearing love apart.” I sang quietly.

“Shut the fuck up, you little bitch!” He yelled. “You’re gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul, so don’t come back for me, who do you think you are!” I screamed at them.

The man next to me grinned evilly, “I know exactly who we can sell her to...Mr. Perri.” The rest of them nodded.

“Give me the damn cloth!” The gruff voice yelled and a dirty rag was shoved over my nose and mouth.

“Sleep now….” A soft, lilting voice said, and I complied.

*Hours later*

“Wake up....” A unfamiliar voice drifted through my sweet dream.

“5 more minutes, mum.” I groaned, trying to figure out why my bed was so hard.

“I’m not your mom, so get the fuck up before I fucking beat your ass.” The now deep voice hissed and I shot up to see a man with brown eyes and dark hair glaring down at me.

“I don’t really want to know why you’re still asleep, but get up and get to her room NOW!!!” He yelled the last part and stomped through a door at the edge of the room.

Me, not remembering a thing, stood up and went to go walk out the same door the man did when I heard a voice.

“Wrong way.” It chuckled, and I turned to see a boy with green eyes and blonde hair, who looked about 15.

“If you’re looking to be yelled at, go ahead. But Christina’s room is this way.” He pointed at the door behind him, and I shuffled at it when he stopped me.

“Is this your first day?” He questioned, following me through the hallway. I slightly nodded and he stopped me.

“I’ll show you where it is. My name’s Austin.” The corner of his mouth turned up as he pulled me into a hug. I stiffened, not used to him yet,

He slowly let go and pulled me down a long hallway with all blank doors except for two, which I guessed we were going to the pink one but we actually stopped at the black one. I turned to him with a questioning look on my face.

“That’s mine. Don’t judge me for loving pink!” He put his hands up and I giggled. I knocked on the door and a faint “come in” was heard. I walked in to see a girl with long black hair primping at the mirror.

“If you want to know if I’m hungry, Matilda, I alread-” She stopped when she finally looked at us.

“Oh, who are you?” She questioned, spinning around to face me.
“I am America.” I said proudly, and she froze. “Austin, please leave us alone for a moment.”

“Okay.” He nodded, and left the room.

“So you’re my little singer eh? Well, I might as well wait for my dad to get here, but first, I want to hear you sing.” She leans back in her chair, gesturing for me to sing.

“I can hold my breath,
I can bite my tongue,
I can stay awake for days if that’s what you want,
be your number one.
I can fake a smile,
I can force a laugh,
I can dance and play the part if that’s what you ask,
give you all I am.
I can do it,
I can do it,
I can do it.
But I’m only human,
and I bleed when I fall down,
I’m only human,
and I crash and I break down,
Your words in my head,
knives in my heart,
You build me up and then I fall apart,
cause I’m only human.”

I belted out the last part of the chorus as the door shut behind me. I flipped around to see the man from earlier.

“P-please don’t y-yell at m-me.” I whimpered, getting on my knees and covering my head. I tensed myself for harsh words, so when I heard a chuckle I was startled.

“This girl is a money maker! You were right to kidnap her, Striker.” He laughed, high fiving the man in a hood next to him.

“Here,” He says, handing me a journal. “Write all of your songs in this journal. Your room will have it’s own little studio for late night song writing. Austin will be teaching you every instrument.”

“Okay, I guess.” I hesitantly said. He grinned at me.

“Great! You start tomorrow!” Tomorrow?



Age 13
I guess I should tell you what happened since then.

Well, I’m now 13. I’m basically best friends with Austin, since we’ve been hanging out so much since he has to teach me every instrument known to man. I now know how to play the drums, piano, flute, guitar, ukulele, harp, violin, cello, bass, he taught me to use a bass board, and to widen my voice range.

Christina’s basically famous now, because of my songs. I can’t watch t.v. now without seeing her on the news, “Christina Perri, new rising star of all the charts!” That’s basically my life now, so lets get back to the story.


*****


I straightened my song lyrics before beginning.

“I wanna go back, forget that it's over
Paint it in black, when you left me alone
And I never knew, he was sleeping next door
With the girl I grew up with, and I can't go back to her
Anymore.”

“You tell me you were happier with them, but you want me to stay
And you tell me that you needed time but you pushed me away
But when you try to take me back, my heavy heart just breaks
No, I can't lift the weight.”

“Put you in the past, try to forget you cause it's over
And every time you ask, I'll pretend I'm okay.
You’re inside my head
In the middle of the night when I don't feel right
I dream I can hold you, and I can't go back to you anymore, yeah, yeah.”

“You tell me you were happier with them, but you want me to stay
And you tell me that you needed time but you pushed me away
But when you try to take me back, my heavy heart just breaks
But, I can't lift the weight, and I can't lift the weight.”

“And I can't lift the weight, no I can't lift the weight
Yeah, you stand on my shoulders and my heart just breaks
And I can't lift the weight, no I can't lift the weight
Yeah, you stand on my shoulders and my heart just breaks
And I can't lift the weight, no I can't lift the weight
Yeah, you lower your standards and I raise the stakes
And I can't lift the weight, no I can't lift the weight.”

“You tell me you were happier with them, but you want me to stay
And you tell me that you needed time but you, you pushed me away
But when you try to take it back, my heavy heart just breaks
But, I can't lift the weight, and I can't lift the weight
You tell me you were happier with them, but you want me to stay
And You told me that you needed time but you, you push me away
And when you try to take me back, my heavy heart just breaks
Say someday you will change, but I don't wanna wait.”

“Good America. But try a more happy song, I feel depressed, not happy.” Austin laughs and I grimace.

“I have one happy one, but it’s on guitar and drums.” I said as I switched instruments and and sat at the drums as Austin sat at the guitar seat and I gave him the music.

“I used to wanna be, living like there’s only me
But now I spend my time, thinking bout a way to get you off my mind
I used to be so tough, never really gave enough
But then you caught my eye, giving me the feeling of a lightning strike.”

“Look at me now, I’m falling
Can’t even talk, still stuttering
This cloud I’m on, keeps shaking
Oh, oh, oh, NOW!
All I wanna be, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
All I wanna be, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
Everybody’s tryin to be a billionaire
But everytime I look at you I just don’t care cause
All I wanna be, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you.”

“I used to run around, I didn’t want to settle down
But now I wake each day, looking for a way that I can see your face
I’ve got your photograph, but baby I need more than that
I need to know your lips, nothing ever mattered to me more than this.”

“Look at me now, I’m falling
Can’t even talk, still stuttering
This cloud I’m on, keeps shaking
Oh, oh, oh, NOW!
All I wanna be, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
All I wanna be, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
Everybody’s tryin to be a billionaire
But everytime I look at you I just don’t care cause
All I wanna be, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you.”

“Look at me now, I’m falling
Can’t even talk, still stuttering
All I wanna be, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All I wanna be, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
All I wanna be, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
All I wanna be, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
All I wanna be, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
Everybody’s tryin to be a billionaire
But everytime I look at you I just don’t care cause
All I wanna be, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
All I wanna be, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you.”

“There we go. That was the energy I wanted. Too bad you have to give every song you write to Christina.” Austin frowned.

“Not this one. Actually not most of them. I keep a secret journal under my bed.” I smiled at him, but he was frowning.

“That’s not good, America. You know you could get punished for that.” Oh yeah right. The last time I got punished was when I tried to escape, but Austin doesn’t know about that.

“Look, I’ll show you.” I walked over to my bedroom beside my studio, crawling under my and grabbing the makeshift journal I made out of sheet music papers and staples.

“Secrets, See You Again, Soldier, Someday, Look At Me Now. Jesus America. What’s with all the S’s?” He tsked, scanning them.

“I guess it’s just my lucky letter.” I shrugged. He looked over one again before handing them back to me.

“Those are really good, but you have to be careful, America. I can’t let my little bear get hurt.” He smiled, pinching my cheek.

“I love you too. So what’s the song you’re giving to Christina this time?” He asked, starting to tune the guitar.

“It’s called Bluebird. I didn’t really like it, doesn’t describe me.” I shrugged, standing up to give the song to Christina.
The Studio in her bedroom.

Notes

Hey Everyone!

This is my first story on here, and I wanted to start it off with a little kick.

Comment what you think below!