' is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? cause I know that it's delicate '
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ITS CONFIRMED. I am now officially Hollie Sienna Welton — taking my step mums name after her and my father's divorce did cause a stir in the media I must admit. But I can't lie I've always liked a bit of attention floating my way ( good attention that being)
People speculate about what exactly happened in the divorce for Rebecca to essentially ' win me over' — some are calling it an act of feminism because of how many mistresses my father went through whilst married to her, some are calling it a cry for attention from my father. But what it really is about is the fact from the age of six to the age of twenty three ( my age now ) Rebecca Welton has raised me.
Went to my parents evenings, sat front row at my sports days ( even partook in the parents race if I could convince her) , she held me after I experienced my first heart break ( the death of my hamster, may lulu rest in peace) , made me soup when I was sick, displays my photos and magazine front covers proudly in her home.
All of the above I can't even imagine Rupert doing without making it look like a chore, like I was a burden to him — which his actions throughout my life have led me to believe.
That's one of the reasons I'm stood here. A place before today I haven't dared to set foot in — the owners office of AFC Richmond, as I watch the final movers pick up one of his awards off of the desk and replace it with a pencil holder of fluffy topped pens ( my own personal touch for my mum) — arms folded as I watch as the last mover leave the room, I give him a smile and a nod.
My smile brightens as I notice my mum as she waltzes into the room — the definition of power with a unbreakable sense of confidence. Luckily, she notices me and her stern expression softens when she does.
" what do you think of the new digs?" she asks and nod approvingly which I see makes her feel a little bit of relief.
" it's nice, good view as well." I compliment, gesturing to the training field currently empty. My flight from France got in a few hours ago, luckily not a long enough time difference to be too tired to come and see my mum in action at her new job, ( the travelling straight from underground clubs in Paris to getting a plane back to Heathrow did that for me ) .
I've only been in the country for an hour and a half and I'm already getting calls from my agency about shoots and magazine covers. I've got two roommates who say they've turned my bedroom into a shrine because of how long I've been gone ( bit dramatic, but I love them still), and a guy from my old school who's trying to slickly ask me out on a date now we're back in the same time zone.
I look at my watch and back to my mum " isn't there meant to be training right now? I ask, she has a small smug smile on her lips and I furrow my brows.
" oh no- what have you done?" I ask as she shrugs like a guilty child who's parents just caught them crayoning their white walls.
" I fired the coach." she speaks nonchalantly, as I feel myself slipping into further confusion.
" what? Are you planning on trying to teach a bunch of man children to kick a ball into a net yourself?" I ask, and she tuts at my humour ( only because it's been passed down from her).
She steps around me and to the desk, sitting down in the chair seamlessly " no, I hired a new coach," she tells me " he's American."
Slipping deeper and deeper into the hole of confusion. I know little about football, mostly because the only football hooligan in my house was the man that I spent half my childhood pleading attention from and my teenage years avoiding like the plague. But I know that Americans know little about English football, or soccer as they have decided call it.
" he must have been a hard find, an American who knows there's another kind of football." I joke, the smile that lifts instantly halts when I see my mums face straight and lips flat.
" he doesn't."
I blink " what?"
exhaling " he doesn't know a single thing about English football." she tells me.
I've fallen head first into the hole, I've hit the bottom — and I'm currently staring at the top where my mum stands with her hands on her hips wondering why I'm so far down.
Blinking again, eyes fluttering as my mind tries to tie the two loose ends of my thoughts together. Make it all make sense. " um..ok?" I frown as she waves her hand.
" don't worry, this is not something for you to worry about." her tone instantly reassure me although I'm not sure why I was worried in the first place.
Except I'm worried about my mum, she's strong— the strongest women I know and probably ever will know, but finding out your husband was sleeping with an platter of other women while she was tucking his child into bed is quite a punch in the gut, and that's only my own opinion of it all.
Rupert loves this club, I remember overhearing the spiteful calls from my dad when she won it in the divorce hearing — I wouldn't be surprised if she intended on running the place into the pits of hell.
" I'm not worried." I lie, and she can tell its a lie but still doesn't say anything " you know footballs never been my thing."
She looks at me, in a way only my mum would "that's only because of your father." she informs me and I shake my head "it was the only thing he truly cared about, so I guess I have to hate it."
She stands, her hand outstretched as she takes it and rubs her thumb over the back of her hand "it's just you and me now kiddo." her voice gentle and soft.
I resist the urge to smile as brightly as I want to, so I nod and grip her hand a little tighter as I reply,
" just how I've always liked it."
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