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✔ Scars. (Book One) ✔

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Life was great for Katie Walker. She had amazing friends, Nice Siblings and the most perfect Boyfriend any girl could wish for! Or so it would seem. From the outside looking in, Katie and her boyfriend, James, are happy and completely in love, and that's true... most of the time. James has an alcohol problem, and when he's drunk, he beats Katie.

Did I mention James was an Up-and-Coming world-famous Rockstar? No? Well, he is! and it was the weekend of a Music festival that Katie began to have enough of the way James treats her.

What happens when you throw a much nicer guy into the mix that has an interest in Katie..and happens to be one of James close friends?

Well, Trouble, Duh!

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Chapter One
I stood on the side of the stage, Watching my boyfriend bounce around, amping up the while crowd. Screaming out the lyrics, song after song, Never once showing anything other than excitement. The fans down in the audience were a pretty shocking sight. I love how their music affects so many people. Some started crowd surfing, some took it upon themselves to start a mosh pit, and some were simply just standing there, singing along to the music. My attention flipped back to the mosh-pits and the security trying and failing to break it up. I love how they show devotion to bands, but at the same time, they're so dangerous. You could hear the occasional ''Boo'' from a member or two in the crowd, but no one cared. If they didn't like them, why are they even stood here listening to them if they don't like their music? Shaking my head, I turned back to my boyfriend and his bandmates, Smiling. It was one of those rare summer days the United Kingdom got from time to time, but it wouldn't have been on a better day. The whole day, in fact, had been really hot, and as the evening descended, it remained warm, and what better way to spend a Saturday than at a music festival, Watching your boyfriend wow hundreds-of-thousands of people. I'd never had a VIP experience at a music festival before, and it was really eye-opening. It made me realise that just because the party on stage stops for the night, the party backstage is only just beginning. I've had a pretty amazing day. I got to listen to some of my favourite bands and now, I'm watching my boy, do what makes him happy. Not a bad day at all. Oh, and in case you were curious, My sexy, famous, rockstar boyfriend? James Bradly... Lead vocalist of Blackheart, The UK-Moved-USA newest band on the scene. I'm one lucky girl. It's funny, As I stood, Looking at him, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to what it often dod wonder too... How could I be with someone like him? He was perfect, sexy and definitely out of my league... and me? I was a chubby, short-arse with a few piercings and dark brown shoulder-length hair. Probably not the bleach blonde, size 0 you'd expect a rockstar to be dating. He loved me for me, and it's what keeps our relationship solid... especially since he and his band moved to the states. As you can Imagine, the parents weren't best pleased when I brought him home, and even less impressed when they learned of his ''Job''. We had a slight age gap too, but, Age is just a number when you're in love. I'm 19 and he's 27. He made me happy, why should I break up with someone, just because my parents didn't like him? Luckily, my older brother was covering my ass this weekend so I could be here. I mean, Saying to my parents; ''Hey, I know you don't approve of my relationship, but I'm going away to a music festival with him for the next few days. Yeah, there will be drinking and drugs, but, worry not. I'm gonna be spending all my time with James on his tour bus anyway!'' Yeah... No. That wouldn't have worked. At all. Pulling myself out my thoughts once again, The guys were on their last song of their set-list, My favourite; Scars. It was a bittersweet one for me. It's meaning meant a lot to me, for such horrible reasons. Shaking my head, I pushed the thought out of my mind, and joined with the crowd, Singing along. When Cory played out the last few drum-beats, ending the son, The guys all shouted there ''Thank you''s and ''Goodbye''s and ran off the stage, Leaving James to make his usual speech to the crowd about how amazing they are; 'Wow, You guys always make our gigs the best! Every single one of you are awesome! You're the reason we keep coming back! Keep rockin'... Till Next time, Newcastle!'. Everyone cheered as he exited the stage too. He had succeeded in pumping up the fans, Leaving them cheering the band's name. One by One, The guys came rushing over to me, Locking me in a sweaty hug and placing a kiss on my cheek before bombarding me with questions; 'How was it?' 'Was the setlist ok?' 'Were we good?' 'Did you enjoy it?' 'Did I f**k up? Because I feel like I f****d up' I couldn't help but laugh and roll my eyes. Telling them to calm down, I answered all of their questions. It was cute, In a way. They were all excited and had adrenalin pumping through their veins. 'You guys were absolutely amazing! And no, you definitely didn't f**k up. You guys rocked! You were great, the setlist was great... everything was great!' They smiled and started talking among themselves, complimenting each other on their performance. While they chatted, I looked around, trying to see where James was, before my eyes rested on him talking to one of the Roadies. He leaned forward and whispered something in her ear, Making her laugh, and when he looked up and saw me, I quickily looked away again. I tried not to let anything like that bother me. I knew it meant nothing. Smiling to myself, I turned my focus back to the guys, but out the corner of my eye, I could see James walking over. 'Hey baby'. He greeted. 'Hey, Great set!'. I leaned up on my top-toes and placed a kiss on his cheek. Pulling away, he smiled at me and wrapped an arm around my waist. 'I know it was, but it's always great hearing someone else praise us'. He told me, cockily. I playfully rolled my eyes and laughed lightly. He smiled but squeezed my waist. 'Im joking'. His smile didn't change. 'Anyway, What do you guys wanna do now?' i asked, Turning my attention back to the tall men standing in front of me. I saw these guys as my brothers. They were so protective and sweet. If they ever knew the truth... I had to shake my head again. No, Katie, Stop thinking those stupid thoughts'. 'Lets just head to the bar and go from there'. Everyone nodded in agreement and headed off, I was about to follow when James pulled me back. 'Wait!'. I stopped and looked at him. He didn't look impressed. 'What's wrong?' 'What was that?' He stepped closer to me and leaned in to whisper his question. To anyone walking past, It would be mistaken for an intimate moment rather than what it was. 'What are you talking about?' I honestly had no clue. 'The eye rolls. Were you trying to make me look back in front of the guys?' I panicked. 'No, God no, of course not baby, I was being playful'. I looked up at him, with pleading eyes. After a second or two, I saw his expression relax and he let go of me. 'Good. Come on, the guys are waiting'. He didn't want for me to respond before he marched off in the direction his friends went. I took a quick look around to see if anyone had seen what had just happened, but luckily, no one was paying any attention to us. Dropping my gaze to the floor, I took a deep breath, but I plastered my fake smile on and followed my boyfriend. As I walked into the bar area, I had to remember my place as not to embarrass James or the guys. These people were proper rockstars, that had been in the industry for years. I needed to behave myself. My eyes darted around the room before they rested on the small table with the guys crowded around it. As I approached, I heard them cheer; ''Let's Get Wasted!!'' Fear instantly exploded in my stomach, Because, you see... I'm not one of those Girlfriends who thinks she can tell her boyfriend what to do and what not to do. I honestly didn't care if he had a drink or two.. Or three... but when he gets wasted, like really out-of-it drunk, James has this issue... And that issue is, he can't keep his hands... Or his fists to himself...

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