22 April 2012
Chapter 2. Fake or real Mum and Dad?
I slowly opened the door and crept downstairs into the living room. Lucas was sitting on one of the black velvet sofas: crying. Mary and Philip were on opposites sides of the marble table: shouting and arguing. "Now you listen Philip. You CAN NOT tell Jessica who her real mother and father is. She already knows enough from Kate!" Mary retorted, tears trickling down her pink checks. Her voice was hoarse and her face was swollen, she looked HORRIBLE! "No, you listen Mary. She needs to know her mother is Sophie and her father was called James. She NEEDS to know that her mother and father were the richest people in London and her fathers closest friend took all of their money. Not leaving a single pence for James Bentley. Jessica has to know that her father died of a heart attack because he was under a lot of stress and pressure. Wouldn't you, Mary, want to know about your own mother and father?" Philip asked; Philip looked just like Mary. But worse, his beautiful deep blue eyes, which usually made you feel warm when you look in them: now where red and glowing with anger but mostly sadness. "Shhh! Be quiet: she will hear you!" "Let her hear. She has a right to know." "Your talking just like that good-for-nothing Kate." "Kate is brilliant at the job she has now! She was the one that looked after Jessica for 2 years and thousands more children. Mary; you have to at least appreciate that!" Without thinking about what I was doing; I ran into the room and screamed at the top of my voice:"For all these years living with you lot. You haven't told me one single thing about my real mother and father. And you think this is the right time to tell me. By yelling, and screaming so that the whole street can hear you? Well your wrong! Both of you. Of course I wanted to know about my mum and dad. But not like this Philip! I HATE you! I HATE you all!" "Jessica, I... We... I am really sorry... Don't cry darling... I... I know it wasn't the way to tell you... I just... Just didn't think!" Philip stammered. "Yes Jessica... We are VERY sorry... It just slipped our mind... You understand don't you?" Mary explained. "How dare you! Don't say lies Mary. I heard everything! And how can it just slip your mind NOW? But when YOU was yelling, screaming and all the rest of it, it didn't? I wonder why?" I bellowed. And with that I sprinted out of the room kicking the tables and sofas. Knocking down the expensive marble table. (Which by the way is THE MOST expensive thing in our house, well THEIR house!) Ripping the magazines and throwing the books off the shelves. Smashing mugs and plates, I raced up stairs into my room: I wasn't looking where I was going so I tripped on one of the stairs and cut my knee. I limped to the door then slammed it shut. I got my first aid kit, cleaned my cut, put 4 plasters on it, then flopped onto my bed and cried and cried; until soon I went to sleep I woke up the next morning, my hair looking like I had just been in a storm, my eyes red and tired and my head was aching. The house was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. It was 3:50 in the morning and everyone was sleeping. I know enough about my mum now. I thought to myself. So why don't I run away? I know this is the maddest idea in the the whole world. Universe. But I have to do it; no one understands me, loves me, cares for me! You may think I am crazy: I probably am! I mean; if I run away. Who will feed me, where will I sleep, what if I am thirsty, what if my mum doesn't remember me, what if she doesn't want me! There's kidnappers, murderers, thieves! Oh, just what will I do? Who will I go to? But think about the way they are treating me. Even Philip has turned against me now. Right! It's decided then! I AM RUNNING AWAY!
Runaway (Chapter 2) • Opuss № I