Pirates at Heart

Chapter 2: Disappointment

I continued walking up the damp cobblestone streets. All I could think think about was the grief that I was about to receive from my Father. I had always been his least favourite daughter, my two older sisters had become successful and grew up to be amazing housewives. Me? Not so much.. I was a labeled as a disgrace by my family because of my addiction. I walked up the path to see my depressing home. The walls were ebony black and it was 3 story's high. It looked like it had been pulled out of a horror story, nonetheless I loved that house very much, as it was the house I grew up. Shaking ,I walked up to the front doors and hesitated for a second. I knew I was going to be roasted alive the second I walked in. I gulped. Without a second thought I turned the handle and opened the door. I feared what would come next...

Father had been waiting for my arrival

"ISOBEL, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN." My father yelled, pointing his index finger at me accusingly .
"Nowhere Daddy! I swear." I backed away from him. I always called him Daddy to get on his sweet side.

My Father looked at me suspiciously and inhaled my scent.
"Is that beer I smell?" He asked whilst rubbing his temples. He seemed to be absolutely furious. I swore there was steam coming out from his ears as he was so hot with anger.
"It might be.." I sighed

"How very DARE YOU!" He slapped me hard across the face. "Young girls shouldn't be out drinking, they should be at home washing up and caring for children! I mean look at yourself, you look as if you are homeless scum!" He cried.
I was on the verge of tears, I gently rested my hand on my already bruised face, staring up at this man who I barely knew..
"I'm sorry daddy.."
"You're a disgrace to this family"He spat.
He stomped into the kitchen.
I couldn't hold the tears back, I knew I was a disappointment. All I wanted to do was drown away my sorrows with a bottle of beer. Weeping, I walked into the bathroom so I could wash my teary face. I stared hard into the mirror, my eyes were bloodshot and my mascara was running. I ran the tap and splashed cool refreshing water on my face.He was right, I should have been at home, looking after the cows. I balled my fists in anger, my father couldn't tell me how to live my life! I smiled as I knew exactly what I would do tonight.

5:45pm

I rushed to my bedroom and searched in my untidy closet for the perfect outfit. I decided on wearing a mustard yellow collared shirt with hazel buttons with some slacks. I knew it was quite a controversial outfit but I didn't care. I was very content with my outfit choice. I made sure my cheeks were powdered and my lips were rouge. Admiring myself in the mirror, I pouted my lips to get the full effect. I then snuck out.

~AT THE PUB~

Slumped in a chair, I sipped my beer happily as I was content at last.
"Hey aren't you the mayors daughter?" A concerned woman asked me
"Yes I am" I swivelled my head around and saw Dianne and her 3 kids along side her.
"Well you should be at home! This is no place for a girl like you,"
"Oh fuck off Dianne, I know your a slag with all those kids" I hiccuped drunkenly. The pub went silent.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know people were so sensitive nowadays!" I laughed swigging my beer again. Dianne stared at me as though she about to cry, she then fled the pub with her children. The pub soon livened up a bit but I sure didn't. I felt terrible about what I had said to poor Dianne, I felt like I should apologise so I hopped up from my seat and set the half empty bottle down. The bell clanged as I left the pub. I searched near the streets and alleyways in hope of finding Dianne but I stopped dead in my tracks. I heard something! It was whispering? It sounded like a familiar voice but I didn't know who.
"Dianne? Are you here?" I called, kind of nervous.
"WELL DO IT ALREADY. WE DONT HAVE ALL DAY!" Came the familiar voice again. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I readied my stance to fight whatever was whispering.
"Who's there? I KNOW KARATE." I lied.
"Sure you do princess." yelled the familiar voice now from behind me
I whizzed my head around, I felt intimidated by the voice but I didn't show it. Suddenly a bag was thrown over my head and I was thrown onto the floor. "Sorry about this matey.." called an unfamiliar raspy voice. I tried to call for help but my screams were muffled.
"Oh shut up will ye? Your giving me a migraine princess" called the familiar voice as she tied up my limbs.
I wriggled frantically as they carried me off somewhere.
"STOP WRIGGLING YOU PICKPOCKET!" Screamed the familiar voice again. I then realised who it was...

HOPE YOU LIKED IT! I HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING THIS