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Soul Mates

Black Veil Brides

-5 months later-

"What!" my sister shouts from her seat at the dinner table
I am just as shocked as she is, why would my parents ever suggest such a thing?
"You heard me Alyssa, if you want to go to this concert, your sister has to go with you." my father says, never looking up from cutting a piece of steak.
"She HATES my music! She will be a total buzz kill! Please don't do this!" she begs
"Please, isn't there another way for her to do this? I don't want to go." I say from my seat
"If you don't want to go that's fine, but your sister doesn't go either." my mother says
I could say no, I could avoid the headache that will be this stupid concert. My sister will live, if they "go big" like she claims they will, they will be around again when she is older and can go herself. But I look at my little sister on the verge of tears. Now if they are actual tears of sadness or tears of anger I will never know, but I have always been there for my sister, and I will be there for her now.
"What is the name of the band?" I ask
"What?" Alyssa says looking at me
"I said what is the name of this band I have to be tortured with?"
"Really! You'll go to the concert? Allison you are the best big sister in the whole world! I will never be able to repay you!"
"Oh no you wont," I laugh, "but can you please, for the love of God, answer my freaking question!"
"The name of the band is Black Veil Brides."

Notes

Again, short chapter, sorry.

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