Home Schooled Loner

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Hello y'all,
So I realized that I just started the story and already I am falling out when it comes to updating.

So I decided to sit my ass down and type this chapter. I hope you all enjoy it but if not, don't worry this is just the beginning.

Also don't forget to leave your votes and comments behind after reading.

ENJOY!!....(And for those of you who won't enjoy it, MANAGE IT until the next chapter maybe that would be better.)

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Several minutes after waking up, Haylie lay wide awake in the big canopied bed she slept in, wondering what the day held in store for her. Not that anything interesting ever happened in her life anyway,

Certainly it couldn't be more boring than her previous days.

She turned restlessly in the bed, all her thoughts overpowering her. Why did she have to live this sort of life? Why can't her days be filled with many happenings? An more importantly, why couldn't they give her more freedom and allow her to be herself?

She found herself curling up in a ball in the vast bed, misery washing over her. Why was she brought into this world to live this kind of isolated life? She gave a broken sob in her throat, willing all her worries to leave her.

She closed her eyes, willing herself to to stop those thoughts from getting into her head. How can she continue to live this kind of life?

There as a soft knock on the door and one of the maids came in and dew back the curtains, to which she blinked at the harsh sunlight streaming in through the windows.

"Are my parents at home?" She inquired.

"Madam went out early this morning but the Sir is downstairs in the dinning room. He wishes o see you," the maid informed.

"Okay," she said blandly.

"Do you wish I help you get ready?" The maid asked.

"No thank you Diana. That will not be needed, I'll see to it myself," she said woodenly.

She didn't like it when people think she is incapable of doing minor things by herself. And besides, she didn't want anyone around right now. She didn't want their sharp eyes to notice her dampened cheeks or red eyes, which she was sure she looked like now.

And for that reason she didn't look Diana in the face but kept her face away from her. She didn't need any sympathy from no one.

After Diana left, Haylie went to get ready to go and see her Dad downstairs. If he was still at home at this hour then surely he had something very important to tell her.

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"Good morning Dad," Haylie said after giving her dad a hug and taking a seat beside him at the dinning table.

"Morning, dear. How was your night?" He inquired from her.

"Good and yours?"

"Mine was splendid though i slept late because i didn't close from work early," he said.

With concern in her voice, Haylie said, "You shouldn't work yourself out Dad."

"Don't worry, dear. your Dad is perfectly fine and will always be," he assured her smiling at his daughter's concern for him.

Haylie wanted to ask him why he was home at this hour and why he had asked to for hey, but she held herself. She would find out soon anyway.

"So what have you been working on?" she asked casually.

"A murder case?"

That got her : Someone being murdered. Why do people kill others? Don't they have compassion. Why the need to kill your fellow human being? How do they even do it? Are they that heartless? What do they even get from killing others? is it pleasure, anger, hatred or what? All these questions came running through her mind most at times when her Dad informed her, he was working on a murder case. And lately he seemed to be working on more such cases.

After they were served their breakfast, curiosity got the better of her making her ask, "What happened?"

He took time in answering. "It happened between a couple."

A couple? She thought loudly. This was a new one. Why would anyone kill their life partner nonetheless even think of it? This was absurd, she thought, her curiousity piqued. 

"What happened?" She asked a second time.

"I'm still working on it but the family of the wife believe her husband killed her."

What?! A husband killing the wife? Well it was not yet ascertained, but still, what?!

Why would any husband want to end his spouse's life? Was he not happy with her or the marriage? And if he wasn't, why marry her only to take her life when he could have just filed for a divorce? She couldn't even bare imagining being informed that her father has killed her Mum.

With curiosity washing all over her, she asked the same question again, "What really happened?"

With a wry smile in his eyes that she choose to ignore, he replied by saying, "It's not really important for you to know so lets drop it here."

But knowing him, she knew he wanted to tell her. He was just making sure to relish this opportunity. "Come on tell me," She demanded.

"Let's finish dinner first."