Who Knew? // 5SOS [ #Wattys 2015 ]

Chapter 50

"Mummy, will you sing to me?" I asked her as I was laying in bed, not wanting her to leave me.

"No, Sweetie, I can't right now. It's way past your bedtime, you need to sleep," she smiled but her tone was uncertain.

"Okay Mummy, I love you," I smiled back at her.

"I love you," she gently kissed my forehead. She stood up from my bed and headed towards the door.

"Mummy?" I called. She turned around and leaned on the door frame. "When will Daddy be home?"

"I don't know Lauren, I don't know," she sighed before turning off my light and closing my door.

I laid in bed for a while and heard Dad come home.

"I had the worst day at work, where the hell is my food!?" Dad's distinct voice boomed through the house.

"Sh, Lauren's sleeping. It's in the fridge," Mum's voice was much more hushed.

"I don't give a shit!" I winced at the loudness of his voice. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and crept out of my room. I tiptoed down the hallway and down the stairs. I peered around the corner, seeing Mum staring off into space and Dad eating, both sitting at the table. I stared into Mums eyes, soon her eyes locking with mine and going wide. She looked back at Dad then to me.

"Go!" She mouthed, secretly pointing for me to leave. She kept mouthing that and caught the attention of her husband. She stopped suddenly but Dad's head snapped my way, burning holes into me with his eyes.

"So we have a guest," he shot up from his seat and I stood up, starting to back away slowly. He stomped his foot, acting as if he was going to run towards me. I went to run but tripped over my own feet. He rushed over and pulled me up by my arm.

"Ow!" I squealed.

"Stop! You're hurting your daughter!" Mum screeched, standing up from the table, the chair scraping loudly against the tile. Dad let go of me, but pushed me down in the process, and headed for Mum.

"No!" I cried. Dad didn't listen and grabbed Mum's wrist, his knuckles turning white from his grip.

"You're hurting me," Mum whimpered.

I sat up, Luke's arm restricting me. I wasn't sweating, my breathing wasn't heavy, and I wasn't crying. I've never had this dream. I gently rubbed my eyes and saw that it was 4:09 am. I climbed out of the bed, walked into the bathroom, and got a glass of water.

I sat on the closed toilet seat and closed my eyes, my head resting in my hands.

"I miss you Mummy," I whispered to myself, hoping she heard me from heaven.

I finished my glass of water and climbed into bed with Luke. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, hoping nothing bad will happen.

I couldn't help but open my eyes when I felt something next to me other than Luke. I opened my eyes and looked up to see my mother standing over me, her body glowing angelic like, the same clothes she was wearing in the crash draped her body, except they weren't torn and tattered, or had blood all over them.

"Mummy?" I sat up on my elbow, Luke's hand falling onto my waist.

"Happy birthday baby girl," she smiled, her voice soft. "And I'm sorry, for everything. I'm glad you're with people who love you." She started to slowly fade away.

"No, Mum! Wait!" I whisper-screamed. I reached up for her but my hand went straight through her and I fell to the bed.

"Mummy," I whimpered quietly as the tears ran down my face.