I parked up in front of my ridiculously huge and clean house. I grumbled as my Jacket got caught in the door as I shut it.

"Fucking clothes"

First of all I was greeted by one of our maids, Ali.

"Hey Bri" She smiled as she continued to cut the grass.

"Hey"

"Had a good day at school?" She asked

"Yeah, it was Fan-fucking-tabulous" I said with a sarcastic tone

"Oh, sounds awful" She giggled. I just shook my head and carried on walking.

"Brian, is that you?" I heard my step mother, Suzy yell from the front garden. Even though she was my step mother, she was more than that to me, she was my mom.

"Yes" I yelled back

"You're Dad is waiting in the lounge for you."

"Kay" I spoke as I threw my school bag onto the sofa.

"Hey Bri!" My little sister, McKenna, who was 12, chirped as she punched me in the arm. Oh my god, why couldn't people just leave me alone for a little while? Great, she was in one of her little annoying moods too.

"What was that for?" I groaned pushing her hard so she fell into the sofa.

"No reason" She giggled "Dad said that I'm gonna be getting a new guitar soon, a purple one of yours, except mine is more expensive, obviously." and then, out of the blue, she kicked me in the leg.

"McKenna, what the fuck? Stop hitting me!" I yelled, I swear this kid was bipolar. One minute she'd be all nice to me, then she wouldn't speak to me, and then she'd do everything in her power to hurt me. "And, are you wearing one of my band shirts?" I asked looking at the large 'Pantera' sign on the front.

"No!" She sprung up and started to run, obviously she was wearing my clothes. "And I'm telling mom you swore!" She yelled. Like I gave a fuck if she told on me.

I just shrugged and walked out into the lounge, where my dad was sitting on the sofa watching some movie on our ridiculously huge TV.

"Suzy said you wanted to see me?" I asked. My dad jumped slightly.

"Oh, you gave me a little scare then" He chuckled as I forced a smile "Yes, I wanted to talk to you about a few things. Come, sit." He motioned for me to sit, so I did. "Now Bri, do you know what day it is?"

"Yeah, it's Monday" What the fuck? What kinda question was that?

"And you know what you do on Monday's,right?"

I groaned as I realised I had Guitar lessons and my gym session to do tonight. "Yes, I do"
Today had been such a blur, with me getting paired up with Matt and all, that I totally forgot about my stupid fucking schedule.

You'd think that school and homework was enough to deal with, but nooo, my family always wanted me doing things, always wanted everything from me, and always expected excellent outcomes. Which was impossible seeing as I was only 17.

"Yes well, I have added a few hours onto your Gym session, you're not in perfect shape. And don't forget you have to come to that important business meeting tomorrow with me. You better look smart, I have a reputation to keep up"

My mouth hung open "Dad-"

"No buts, Brian. You do as I say."

"But-"

"Brian Elwin Haner Jr" He said sternly and stared at me, dead in the eyes. I clenched my jaw tightly. "Leave, and get ready for your lessons. Now."



Guitar went by surprisingly fast, which I hoped it wouldn't, seeing as I was not looking forward to these 5 hours at the gym.

I walked into the Gym to be greeted by Tony, the Gyms manager.

"Hey Haner" He smiled

"Hi"

"How's your Dad doing? Haven't seen him down here for a few weeks"

"Oh, he's busy with work and stuff, he's helping design my little sisters new guitar too, so he's always on the go"

"Bummer" He chuckled

"Yeah"

"Well, have a good workout son"

"I will, thanks Tony" I said as I walked off down into the main workout room.

The gym was one huge room, but they had different cornered off sections, which all had different apparatus. Thank god the gym wasn't busy, because it was kind of late and I didn't want to be sweating like crazy in front of a load of people.

I started off on the running machine, I was already tired by the time I had finished that. Gosh, I was so out of shape. I then moved onto the rowing machines, then the bike riding. My last thing to workout on before I did a another quick run on the machine was the weight lifts. I made my way over to that section of the gym.

My ears were hit by some low, gruff moans. I looked over to the punching bags. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I saw no one other than Matt, beating the living shit out of the large black bags. He was dripping in sweat, his back muscles were pumping like mad as his fists and legs smashed the bag back and forth. I gawped at his physique for a long, long time. He suddenly stopped and his head fell forward onto the bag, his hands stayed in a fighting position, his breathing loud and fast. Why had he stopped?

I looked around the gym to make sure no one was watching before I called out his name.

"Matt?" I whispered. His head shot around so fast that it caught me off guard.

"Brian?" He asked in disbelief, his mouth hung open slightly. His lips were all puffy, as were his eyes. I guess he'd just been working out to hard. He quickly ran the boxing gloves over his face and regained his posture.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" He sniffed

"Okay" I said, not believing for one second at all, that he was okay "You look-"

"Just drop it Haner" He growled as he barged his way past me, his shirtless torso left a patch of sweat on my arm. I scrunched my nose up in disgust.

"I'm trying to be fucking civil with you here!" I yelled

He just shook his head and stormed back off into the changing rooms.

What was his problem?

Notes

So, as you can see Matt and Brian's home lives are alot different!
Sorry if there's any mistakes, I'm a bit too sleepy to check everything over again and again. Hope you guys enjoyed this.