Speak to me...

Chapter 2:

Chapter 2

Elizabeths POV:

"When we get to the house not a word to anyone understand. Not even the delivery man."

Is all John says while in the taxi, I replied with a simple nod.

'It's not like I am going to speak anyway.

'About half an hour of being driven around by the taxi man we arrive at a huge house with children playing in the huge front garden then me and my father get out the car and turn to the other side of the street to see and beautiful three story house with and long front porch with a swinging chair and two large white pillars with greenery wrapped around them.

I grab are luggage and head inside.

The first thing I notice is there is a long Hallway with oak wood floor boarding with pale blue walls with chandelier like lights hanging from them.

I don't have a change to look around before my father speaks.

"Your room is on the top floor I don't want any noise from you till you come and cook dinner at six on the dot... That means on the table at six. Not start making it at six or do you want a repeat of what happened last month."

He says coldly bringing back the memories when I made dinner late and almost got choked to death.

I head to my room to see a huge light purple desk with a dark purple lamp and a balcony with and bench chair in the corner and a huge queen sized bed in the centre of the room.

Well this shows my dad wasn't the one who decorated my room he would have left the now darkish purple walls probably white and put mattress on the floor to call a bed 'but I'm not complaining' I think to myself before I flop onto the bed and let the darkness consume me not before setting my alarm for 5:30 pm.

I wake to my alarm screeching at me and race down the stairs to start cooking Johns tea. 'I will never call him dad' Roast beef with crunchy potatoes and gravy just as he likes it.

Then I hear the thud of his shoes on the oak floor"Its 6 where is my dinner" he shouts from the second floor I pour the gravy over the potatoes and set it down on the table just before he walks in.

"Good okay you can eat tonight then clean up and go bed you're going to school tomorrow be ready by 7 okay oh and you'll be meeting my new partner tomorrow as well okay...

I said okay girl remember you must always reply even if it's just a flipping nod!!!" he screeched with a mouthful of food.

I nod quickly opening the bread cupboard.

I grab two slices of bread and butter them. What can I say I badly eat this is like a feast to me. After he has finished eating I put the played and trays into the dishwasher and turn it on before heading to bed setting the alarm for 6 am.

Great can't wait for school. Just another place for people to judge me for not talking.Why does my life suck so much? What did I do to deserve this in my past life.