A/N: PHOTO ON THE SIDE IS JACOB BY THE WAY!!!

Ok it's actually the gorgeous Matty Murder, but he's gunna play Jacob :3

Jacob's POV

I had heard my phone go off from upstairs.

I had just finished burping Amelia after her feed so i handed her to mom so she could sleep and went upstairs to see who was texting me.

It was Brian from Avenged Sevenfold.

Uncle Gates: Hey kid, we're going back on tour in two days and were wondering if you wanted to tag along at our LA show next week? It'll be loads of fun, we'll even give you booze on the bus!

I replied after a little giggle.

Me: Sounds awesome Gates! Looking forward to it!

Uncle Gates: You'll have to ask your dad first though. No sneaking around like the last time.

I mentally facepalmed.

Basically dad wouldn't let me go so i went anyway. I won't go into detail though because... Reasons...

Me: Fine... Love ya.

Uncle Gates: Love you too kid.

I smiled. The relationship i had with Syn was amazing. I was most definitley closest to him.

Sometimes i was closer to him than i was with my parents.

I think that was because of the fact that if it weren't for him, i wouldn't have got as good on the guitar as i am am now without him. He inspired me to pick a guitar up in the first place.

I pocketed my phone and went to mom and dad's bedroom door and knocked four times.

"Fuck off Jacob, i'm not in the mood for you right now!" Dad yelled through the wood.

I was taken aback by his tone, but tried not to let it get to me.

But that didn't work...

Dad had never yelled at me like that before. No even the day before when he got pissed off with the way i was acting around Amelia.

I went downstairs to ask mom instead.

I couldn't help but keep the lump in my throat though.

Dad scared me when he yelled.

But like i said, he'd never yelled at me like that before.

"What's wrong Jake?" Mom asked softly as i walked into the kitchen.

She has Amelia in her arms and both of them must have noticed the confused look on my face because of mom's question and Amelia looked like she wanted to cuddle with me because her arms were out and directed at me.

"Nothing." I whispered, avoiding any cracking in voice.

Mom must have noticed anyway because she swiftly walked over to me and embraced me in a tight, yet one-armed hug.

"What's the matter sweety?" She asked in the same whisper i gave her.

"Dad yelled at me." I cried, allowing my voice to crack and the tears to role as i collapsed on the floor.

Mom left for a moment before coming back without Amelia and hugged my curled up body tightly.

"He's just in a bad mood honey." She mumbled, kissing my shoulder blade.

"You didn't hear him. I've never heard him shout at me like that before." I sniffled, wiping away the tears.

I felt like a wimp.

I was nearly sixteen and i was curled up in a ball on the floor crying in my adopted mother's arms.

"Shh sweety. I'll talk to him ok? Could you look after Amelia for me whilst i do that please?" She asked, her voice soft and comforting.

I nodded and got up, going towards Amelia, who was sat quite happily in her highchair.

Ray's POV

I stormed my way upstairs and barged through mine and Andy's bedroom door to see him texting someone.

I instantly went over to him and took his phone off of him before throwing it across the room, where it broke on impact with the closet door.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Andy shouted.

I scoffed. "What the fuck is my  problem? What about yours Andrew? Your son is downstairs in tears because you yelled at him when he did nothing!"

Andy squinted at me like i was stupid. "What? I never did that? Is he fucking lying to you now? I swear i'm going to kill him." 

I found it impossible that i was actually hearing that come out of his mouth.

"Excuse me?" I retorted quietly.

"You heard me." Andy said.

"How dare you." I mumbled. "How fucking dare you." 

He just looked away.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU CALL YOUR SON A LIAR? HE HAS NO REASON TO LIE TO ME ANDY! AND INT HE WAY YOU'VE BEEN ACTING SINCE LAST NIGHT, IF THERE'S ANYONE I THINK IS LYING, IT'S YOU! NOW I WANT YOU TO GET A FUCKING BAG, PUT SOME CLOTHES IN IT AND GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING HOUSE!" I screamed at him.

Only then did he look up at me.

He had tears in his eyes.

No way was i about to drop to my knees and apologise for what i said.

That was his job.

"Maybe... Maybe i did... Raise my voice a little... When he knocked on the door earlier. I can't remember." He sighed as his fingers played with themselves in his lap.

He hated this. Whenever we got into a fight, whenever he knew i was right and he was wrong, he'd go like that.

And it wound me up more than anything.

"Get. Out." I said between breaths so i wouldn't loose my temper again.

It was ten minutes later and i was back downstairs with Amelia and Jacob by the time Andy made his way downstairs as well.

I didn't realize he had gone until the door slammed.

I looked to the kitchen door as it did and sighed.

"Are you ok mom?" Jacob asked.

I put on a brave face and smiled.

"I'm fine. Everything's fine. Just stay happy for me ok? I love you." I walked over to him and hugged him round the neck tightly.

"I love you too mom."