response.
All I could do
right now was ignore him. However, I couldn’t shake
off the feverish rage rising within me, dying to burst out. As still as a
lifeless body I sat there on my bed. My skin was like the hard shell of a bomb,
holding everything in. Fiercely, my mind re-enacted the idea of trashing
everything in my room. I could never push myself to do this physically as all
the things I’d be destroying were my own so I would only be hurting myself,
which I didn’t deserve. Plus money was tight and the last thing I needed to do
was to destroy my own belongings.
Suddenly, I
heard the front door shut and I ran to the window hoping both of them had gone
out. Disappointingly, it was just my sister leaving in her boyfriend’s four by
four. Even though she’d sat there quietly I knew that was why she had been at
the house in the first place. They had decided to refer me to a psychologist
together. If she disagreed she would have defended me but she just sat there
with a sympathetic expression on her face, which then changed to frustration
when I confronted them. I checked my phone for a text message from her as she
was always the first one to text me after an argument. After a ridiculous
excuse, she’d usually remind me of what I was allowed and not allowed to do
whilst living under my dad’s roof. Luckily, she’d moved out with her boyfriend
two years ago and was able to afford a place of her own. This left me stuck
here, working part-time and going to college with the hope of having enough
money to leave one day. Without my mother, who was brilliant at mellowing
everything out, I felt that my only choice was to avoid making conversation. This
was easier now that I knew that he was against me.
Chapter
13
After reading a novel about betrayal, love and revenge then listening to
the radio, night-time was upon us. Working in the dark had been a habit of mine
but after a while I’d strain my eyes, and give myself a nasty headache. That’s when
I decided to close my curtains and put on my desktop lamp, as I could never
relax in a brightly lit room. I noticed the old clock tower read eight o’clock.
Four hours in my room had gone by like a brisk wind.
Just as I was about
to pull across my velvety smooth, plum curtains, a dim light shining from the
top window of the old shoe factory caught my eye. Carefully, I leaned forward
but I wasn’t close enough to see. The ice cold glass was starting to blur from
the warmth of my breath. Impatiently I pushed my window open not realising how
far out I was, until a prickly cinnamon-coloured leaf slapped me in the face,
startling me. I looked down in shock to see a blurred version of the street.
Almost losing my balance I dug my hands into the window sill, quickly pushing
myself back, only to trip over my college bag, landing uncomfortably on the
floor. In panic I froze expecting my dad to run up the stairs and shout ‘what’s
going on?’ but luckily, nothing. He hadn’t heard anything. With a sigh of
relief I shoved my bag underneath my bed and got up to look at the speck of
light again, except it was gone.
I could have
sworn I saw a light, followed by a moving shadow. After much thinking I
convinced myself it was a cat because the thought of it being the shadow of a
man seemed a bit frightening. Especially after what Sonia had told me about the
dead body that had been found in that very same building! I wasn’t sure about
what I’d seen but if I kept going around and around like this in my mind I
would drive myself crazy, or crazier, according to Jenny.
Suddenly, a high
pitched ringtone startled me half to death. It was Sonia (I really needed to
calm down).
“Hello.”
“Hey,
how you doing?” It was
always refreshing to hear her bubbly voice.
“I don’t know.
I’m a bit freaked out.” I couldn’t help it. I needed someone to give me
realistic reasons for the strange events that had occurred. Even though asking
Sonia, with her wild imagination,
All I could do
right now was ignore him. However, I couldn’t shake
off the feverish rage rising within me, dying to burst out. As still as a
lifeless body I sat there on my bed. My skin was like the hard shell of a bomb,
holding everything in. Fiercely, my mind re-enacted the idea of trashing
everything in my room. I could never push myself to do this physically as all
the things I’d be destroying were my own so I would only be hurting myself,
which I didn’t deserve. Plus money was tight and the last thing I needed to do
was to destroy my own belongings.
Suddenly, I
heard the front door shut and I ran to the window hoping both of them had gone
out. Disappointingly, it was just my sister leaving in her boyfriend’s four by
four. Even though she’d sat there quietly I knew that was why she had been at
the house in the first place. They had decided to refer me to a psychologist
together. If she disagreed she would have defended me but she just sat there
with a sympathetic expression on her face, which then changed to frustration
when I confronted them. I checked my phone for a text message from her as she
was always the first one to text me after an argument. After a ridiculous
excuse, she’d usually remind me of what I was allowed and not allowed to do
whilst living under my dad’s roof. Luckily, she’d moved out with her boyfriend
two years ago and was able to afford a place of her own. This left me stuck
here, working part-time and going to college with the hope of having enough
money to leave one day. Without my mother, who was brilliant at mellowing
everything out, I felt that my only choice was to avoid making conversation. This
was easier now that I knew that he was against me.
Chapter
13
After reading a novel about betrayal, love and revenge then listening to
the radio, night-time was upon us. Working in the dark had been a habit of mine
but after a while I’d strain my eyes, and give myself a nasty headache. That’s when
I decided to close my curtains and put on my desktop lamp, as I could never
relax in a brightly lit room. I noticed the old clock tower read eight o’clock.
Four hours in my room had gone by like a brisk wind.
Just as I was about
to pull across my velvety smooth, plum curtains, a dim light shining from the
top window of the old shoe factory caught my eye. Carefully, I leaned forward
but I wasn’t close enough to see. The ice cold glass was starting to blur from
the warmth of my breath. Impatiently I pushed my window open not realising how
far out I was, until a prickly cinnamon-coloured leaf slapped me in the face,
startling me. I looked down in shock to see a blurred version of the street.
Almost losing my balance I dug my hands into the window sill, quickly pushing
myself back, only to trip over my college bag, landing uncomfortably on the
floor. In panic I froze expecting my dad to run up the stairs and shout ‘what’s
going on?’ but luckily, nothing. He hadn’t heard anything. With a sigh of
relief I shoved my bag underneath my bed and got up to look at the speck of
light again, except it was gone.
I could have
sworn I saw a light, followed by a moving shadow. After much thinking I
convinced myself it was a cat because the thought of it being the shadow of a
man seemed a bit frightening. Especially after what Sonia had told me about the
dead body that had been found in that very same building! I wasn’t sure about
what I’d seen but if I kept going around and around like this in my mind I
would drive myself crazy, or crazier, according to Jenny.
Suddenly, a high
pitched ringtone startled me half to death. It was Sonia (I really needed to
calm down).
“Hello.”
“Hey,
how you doing?” It was
always refreshing to hear her bubbly voice.
“I don’t know.
I’m a bit freaked out.” I couldn’t help it. I needed someone to give me
realistic reasons for the strange events that had occurred. Even though asking
Sonia, with her wild imagination,
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