Dreams to reality

Chapter 3

I could hear the light chatter of my parents from downstairs as I sealed the steel window shut. It dreaded me talking to them at this time of day and I could already feel the babbling from my mother of how improper it is for a lady to lock her door at night or how dreadful it is to be this late to awake.

I wearily shifted downstairs, the pattering of my feet splashing against the cold wooden floor after each swift step I took. I may be exhausted but I still could carry myself well enough, for my parents well being and mine of course.

It only took seconds to realize I was already downstairs and about to wander into the old wooden kitchen, where my parents sat.

"Y/N, is that you dear?" A deep voice resonated throughout the house as I quickly responded to the call.

"Yes, papa,"

I strolled into the kitchen, now meeting the gaze I had been envisioning all morning.

"Good morning, how do you do?"

My father's voice was like sugar, so gentle that it added a sweetness to the salty moment.

I smiled at his question, I was so royally blessed to have a role model like him. When a child thinks of the perfect parent it consists of a patient and kind guardian. No harmful words are used to judge or punish, only love-thought and words filled with wisdom are given to encourage the child's growth. They should feel safe and secure like they could tell Dad or Mom anything they please without a ruckus.

"Phillip you are too kind to that child, Y/N! YOU ARE UP SO LATE WHY??"

Parents should be kind, they should try not to shout.

"I tried to open up your door to wake you but of course, YOU LOCKED IT AGAIN!"

Parents should respect their youngling's (star wars reference lol (I'm sorry)) privacy, and learn to trust each other fully.

"Y/N, Y/N!!, HELLO. ANSWER ME THIS INSTANCE."

Parents should truly care for their child and their mental well-being.

"Sorry Ms.Alice, I had a bad sleep"

I shyly said while rolling my eyes, communicating I didn't care about her opinion of me.

"You will call me mother and that's final, Phillipe I can't believe you let her treat me this way."

But most of all parents should work together in harmony, for they are a two-person team.

I stood in the doorway of the kitchen, the white wooden frame acting like a door while I stood under it. My parents were propped into two rusty old chairs, my father slouching comfortably while my mother sat upright with her back aligned with the backside of it.

Three pieces of toast lay individually on the table in front of them, blueberry jam covering a large portion of bread. A small stain could be seen on the topside of the white silk tablecloth covering the piece of furniture, which was probably from this morning as it looked fresh.

My father held a worrisome face as his eyes switched between the both of us, he hated when I and my mother fought.

Unlike the elephant in the room, she had a devilish growl plastered all over her that spoke of vengeance. She looked like the evil stepmother from Cinderella.

My father patted my mother's hand and nodded his head, her head sprung toward him at his loving actions.

She was frozen in place for a moment until she finally softened her features. She looked back at me blankly and patted the seat in between them.

I sat down and picked up my piece of toast, bringing it up to my mouth to taste the savoury, soft blueberry jam mixed with the crunchy, salty, burnt bread. It sounds strange on paper but made so much sense when put on a plate.

The silence was loud in the room as we munched on our toasts, no one dared to say anything.

It was like this every morning......

My father was the first to speak.

"It seems like you've been having trouble sleeping a lot lately, why is that dear?"

He asked in a caring tone.

I sighed as I reorganized my thoughts to think about last night.

"I'm not sure,....."

I didn't feel like telling him about my nightmares right now as I know Mom would have something to say about it.

When I sat there in silence not giving him any more information he spoke again.

"Is it those nightmares?"

I looked to the side, hoping Mom would ignore our interaction.

"You know honey, if they're still bothering you we can talk about them."

Only my father had heard about my night terrors, when I first had them I went to him immediately and he always sang to help me fall asleep. It always helped so I never went to my mother about it, why would I anyways, she didn't get me like Dad did.

I was about to speak when my Mother interrupted.

"Y/N I can't believe you are stuck on this issue, I thought we'd be past grade school by now.

What about these nightmares I will hear none of, it's about time you grow up. You know your cousin Isabella just got married to a fine man named Shane and already trying for kids. Yet here you are fiddling about childish issues, Isabella is almost the exact same age as you and she's beginning to make a family. So stop complaining and start learning how to be a proper woman."

There it was again, I knew she had to say something.

I glared at the ground as I heard my mother's anger slowly rise again, more intense than before.

She looked at my father going to pat my back when finally spoke again.

"Phillipe, I think it's time." She said sternly.

He froze in his seat. He replied with a no but my mother was determined.

A thick feeling of despair was shaken in the room as they debated

My mother ordered me to get dressed while they spoke.

I trotted upstairs to my room angrily, hoping my Dad could talk some sense into my mom.

I threw a corset on with a blue silk dress, it had white fabric embroidery on it and poofed around the sleeves. It wasn't anything to fancy but it was something elegant and pretty to impress my mom. If I wasn't lying tho, I did love the outfit as well.

I heard chatter again like this morning from my room, it was loud and angry. I could hear the voice of my father reluctantly debating with my mom as she pursued a secret topic she wished to discuss with me. It was strange, I braided two small pieces of hair to tie back into my long waviness that was down, It reached to about the middle of my back.

I finished getting ready and began to go downstairs.

I stepped into the kitchen and I saw my parents once again, my father looked saddened.

"Y/N we must discuss something, but we will wait until dinner, now please go out and fetch us food from the town"

I knew something was going on, my mom can be rude and pushy but never this bad. My Dad was also worried. 

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Hey guys hope you didn't forget about me hehe, sorry for the late submission I'm just nearing the end of the school year so work it pretty tight rn and don't even remind me of exams lol. Hope your enjoying everything so far and I know Eff isn't in here yet but he's coming real soon, I promise ;) Anyways Ill try to update again in a week but for now stay cranky (Or nestory IDK what to call us now) BYEEEEEEEE