Truly Twisted (Floyd Leech x OC)

Awake O Sleeper

"Again?! You were fighting AGAIN?!"

Ophelia ignored her mother as she poked the stained ivory keys of the old piano. Stained, not from use, but from extensive smoking habits that plagued the house. Ophelia herself would also steal the occasional (daily) cigarette. It helped with moments like this.

"I didn't start it," Ophelia said, her bandaged fingers moving gracefully down the keys.

"You CAN'T just punch someone because they bumped you!"

Ophelia glanced up at her mother before returning to focus on the keys, slamming her finger on a jammed key. "The piano's out of tune."

Her mother was close to pulling her dyed brown hair out. Ophelia wasn't certain why her mother dyed her hair. Her natural hair color was just fine, strawberry blonde, but closer to blonde. Ophelia's was similar, though more copper than blonde. They had matching eyes, rivaling the vicious gray clouds of a thunderstorm.

Most would agree that Ophelia's temperament came from a lack of discipline. She would disagree. Over the years, she had been smacked quite a few times with a ruler to correct her posture either standing or the way her hands were positioned on any given instrument. More than once had she lost her voice to an overzealous voice teacher who was certain they could turn the alto into a soprano.

Ophelia had discipline. She just...didn't care anymore.

Life had become mundane. That much was clear in her sneaking out at night. Never to meet up with friends or hook up with a boy. She simply wished to see what happened.

Unfortunately, her nights of adventure came to an end after she got blackout drunk and ended up in a jail cell during homecoming.

She lived a Hollywood drama. She just wanted to experience something different. Different wasnt cutting it anymore. She felt lost and alone, drowning in boredom.

"I can't do it anymore, Drew!"

Ophelia stopped playing, looking curiously at her mother. It had been a LONG time since her mother even spoke about her father, much less called him.

"She's getting into fights! Of course she says they aren't her fault! No, it's YOUR turn. No, I'm sending her to Africa for the summer." Her mother sighed, exasperated, "She's your daughter, too. It's time for you to spend time with her and see what it's like to be a single parent."

Her mother hung up and sighed, standing silent before looking at Ophelia, "Figure out what you need. You're going as soon as the school year is over."

"Did you say Africa?" Ophelia asked.

"South Africa," her mother corrected. "Your father left Australia a few years ago to follow a Great White to South Africa."

Ophelia frowned, "So much for emus. Think it's hot there?"

Her mother sighed, annoyed, "It's Africa. I'm sure it is."

Ophelia rolled her eyes and stood, quietly covering the keys again. "I haven't seen him in so long...Will he even remember me?" She glared, "He doesn't want to see me. Why should I go?"

"You need a change of scenery," her mother said. "I think being away from the bad influences will be help. Not that your father is much better. He was a horrible influence on me." She sighed again, "Just two more weeks and you can leave. It'll just be for the summer..."

"But, if I'm happier there, then don't come back," Ophelia said.

"Yes," her mother agreed.

Ophelia was hurt, but that didn't show with her smile. Honestly, she was excited. A change of scenery...that sounded perfect. Something different from this life with a mom that was a traveling nurse. She wouldn't be alone for weeks at a time...right?