Aurora's POV:

This just in at Triple J, Of Mice and Men have SPLIT UP but don't fear the World Tour continues! The boys set foot down under in just two weeks! Get ready Australia this will be your last chance EVER to rock out with the Of Mice guys! Tickets still available at tickettek.com.au!

The radio announcement boomed inside of my Mum's car as she drove me to my best friend, Sabrina's, house before they rolled into playing one of their old songs 'Another You'. From the corner of my eye I could see Mum squirm in her seat at the mention of the band. You see her and I both had a strong mutual feeling of hatred for the lead singer, Austin Carlile. Before you ask, no it's not rude for us to use the word 'hate', we had a better than good enough reason.

"Rory sweetie, could you change the radio station please," it wasn't a question, rather a demand, as she kept her eyes firmly glued to the road. I did as she said not only because she asked but also because I didn't want to listen to my deadbeat father's voice roar through our car.

"I hope that they're splitting up on bad terms and that they all hate each other and I hope he sinks into an overwhelming hole of depression that he can never dig himself out of," I hissed the word 'he' I couldn't even bring myself to say his name. I knew what I said was a bit harsh but in all honesty nor did I care or nor was I sorry because that's how I feel about scum of the Earth men who can't raise their own children.

"Aurora! If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all," she scolded me. Every time, without a doubt, that I bought up the subject matter of 'my father' Mum tries to avoid it as if he never existed. It just pained her too much.

"Oh god forbid the ass hole gets a taste of his own medicine!" Mum gasped from the seat next to me, my 'language' I'm guessing.

"Language!" she scolded me once again. What a guess.

"Why can't you be cool like Uncle Mike?" before I could stop myself the words had already slipped my mouth and I knew I'd hurt her feelings, she hates it when I call Mike 'Uncle Mike'.

"For one, stop calling him 'Uncle Mike' he's your Dad and two I'm your mother not your best friend I'm not supposed to be cool, I'm supposed to look after you and have your best interests in mind at all times possible to make sure I can give you the life Austin couldn't!" she stuttered his name, almost not able to push it past her lips and by the end of her speech she was yelling. She sure had succeeded at making me feel bad.

"I'm sorry I know you just want the best for me but he's not my Dad," I sighed. I always knew he wasn't my Dad they never tried to hide it from me and I always knew who my real father was and that's what made it hard for me to look at him as my 'Dad'. It hurt him so much and don't get me wrong I felt bad because he did a better job that he ever could but I couldn't bring myself to call him that.

"He raised you! It doesn't matter if he has the same blood as your or not he raised you, he was there for you, he was there for all your surgeries, he taught you to play the drums! What else do you want from him?" she was right again, in fact I'm one hundred percent that she was almost always right.

"I know Mum, I'm sorry," I sighed again making Mum sigh as well. We were both sick of the arguing so she apologised back saying all the cliché things like 'it's not your fault' and 'you just need to see things from our point of view'. The next ten minutes of the drive to Sab's place was spent in silence.

Mum pulled into the drive way of Sab's white, two story house and I leant over placing a kiss on her cheek that she returned back to me. I trudged my backpack from next to my feet and slung it on my shoulder and then leant over to the back seat to grab my pillow.

"Bye Mum love you," I waved as I jumped out of the car.

"Love you too Rory! Are you sure Sabrina's mum is okay to drive you home tomorrow?" I nodded in response before running to the front door and knocking. Moments later the door swung open swiftly to reveal my pink haired best friend. She pulled me into a tight hug that I gladly returned, you would've thought we hadn't seen each other in years but that's not true. We just sore each other yesterday at school. When she pulled back she dragged me by the arm upstairs and into her room where we plunked ourselves on her massive bed.

"Did you hear the news?"

"Yes, isn't it great! The scum bags band broke up!" her eyebrows furrowed at me. Oh I almost forgot, their her favourite band.

"I know you hate him but their music is soooo good!" she smartly avoided using his name before annoyingly whining about how much she would miss their music.

"More importantly Sab, is our plan still going ahead?" I raised an eyebrow excitingly and shot her an evil wink. She knew exactly what I was talking about according to the smirk that popped up on her lips.

"You know it! Trent," her super cute, older brother, "agreed to drive us there and wont tell Mum or Dad as long as I pay him fifty bucks," she explained.

"What a scam artist!" we both laughed together knowing the twenty five dollars each we'd pay to him was totally worth it.

"Oh well it means I finally get to see my favourite band in concert!" she jumped in her spot next to me before noticing how scared I was becoming for my upcoming confrontation.

"And that I finally get to be face to face with my dad," I frowned as Sabrina rubbed her small hand comfortingly up and down the spine of my back.

You heard me, we were sneaking out of Sab's house in two weeks with the help of her hot brother to go to the OM&M last ever world tour so that I could finally confront my deadbeat father. I felt so badass yet I was so scared of what was going to happen, was he going to welcome me with open arms or brush me off like he has for the past sixteen years of my existance?

Either way, he had some explaining to do.

Notes

Here's a little spoiler of the upcoming sequel! Hope you guys like! :) <3