Synister: The Push Series - Book 1

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Copyright (c) 2016 by Alexis Riddley

Push logo and lyrics © 2016 by Alexis Riddley

Published by: Alexis Riddley

Cover Design © by Jay Aheer

Editing by Paige Maroney Smith

Formatting by Lindsey Gray

ISBN: 1535152143

Disclaimer:

This book contains scenes with strong adult content, situations and contains rape.  This book is intended for mature audiences only.

For Angela…Synister finally got his time in the spotlight; because of you!

For Sarah…my sister from another mister!

Title

Copyright

Dedication

PUSH Members

Prologue
- Every Story Has a Beginning, Even the Really Shitty Ones

Drowning Pool - Bodies

Chapter One
- We Had Fucking Made It, So Why Do I Feel Like Shit?

Fuel - Empty Spaces

Crobot - Nowhere to Hide

Chapter Two
- Five Years, Four Months, and a Million Seconds Later

Artifas - Hold on Me

Letters from the Fire - Eleanor Rigby

Chapter Three
– Oh No, He Didn’t!

Bullet for My Valentine - You Want a Battle? (Here’s a War)

Chapter Four
- I’m Gonna Kill Him

Halestorm - Familiar Taste of Poison

Chapter Five
- 
Two Weeks Later and We Still Haven't Talked About “It” 

Kaleo - No Good

Pop Evil - Ways to Get High

Chapter Six
- Ice Cream, Oreos, and Thor Make Everything Better

Breaking Benjamin - Who Wants to Live Forever

Chapter Seven
- The “Almost” Marriage

Truett - Be Mine

Chapter Eight
- Glitter, Girls, and Decisions

In This Moment - Fighter

Shaman’s Harvest - Dirty Diana

Chapter Nine
- How Many Times Can One’s Life End?

Angels Fall - Drunk Enough

Corey Taylor - From Can to Can’t

Chapter Ten
- Pray…Just Pray

Ron Pope - Ain’t No Angel

Kaleo - Way Down We Go

Chapter Eleven
– Why

Queensryche - Silent Lucidity

Chapter Twelve
- And Then There Was Darkness

City and Colour - If I Should Go Before You

Chapter Thirteen
- Dreams Never Last, Memories Fade, Reality Blows

Plan Three - Everything Comes to an End

Chapter Fourteen
- Broken Wings and Beautiful Things

Broken Iris – Forevermore

Chapter Fifteen
– Healing, Sweat and Acid Rain

Avenged Sevenfold - Acid Rain

Epilogue
- Life

Sixx: A.M. – Smile

METEOR

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Scottie Chevelle - Lead Singer

Hendrix St. James - Lead Guitar

Zeke Trettin – Bass

Synister Smith – Drums

Oscar Mathus - Piano

Every Story Has a Beginning, Even the Really Shitty Ones

“Where are you, you little bastard?”

Goddammit, he was home. I grabbed my drumsticks off the floor, pulled them to my chest, and rolled under my bed. I was fifteen and had spent enough time around Vince, my mother’s current asshole father figure for Scottie and me, to know when to run and when to fight. As he screamed throughout the house, there was no way to miss the added hiss every time he said my name.
Synister
. As a shiver ran down my spine, I had never hated the sound of my name more than that moment. I closed my eyes and could see his ragged, worn face as clear as if he were standing in front of me. And I would have sworn as the final syllable of my name left his lips, a venomous tongue peeked out from between his lips and rattled at me like a python.

“You think ya can hide from me,
boy
?”

In the darkness under my bed, I lay as still as the dead, praying to anyone that I would remain hidden. Keeping my breathing shallow, I knew he couldn’t hear me, but that did not mean he wouldn’t find me. Judging by the tone and distance of his voice, he was still downstairs. Maybe the SOB would pass out. When a tiny, cold hand pressed against my back, I threatened to give away my position. I wanted to scream. Rolling my head to the right, I saw the material of my comforter shift. As it settled into place, Scottie moved in beside me. I placed my finger in front of my lips as neither of us dared to make a sound.