The sun is up again, as the light reaches my cold sorrowful room I softly wake up. I still can’t distinguish if my body, my own cold body is now up with excitement and happiness or maybe this is another day for challenges and a day full of horrifying horrors. Horrors that I don’t know when or where will it happen maybe sooner or later or maybe now. But I need to rise now to face those “so called horrifying horrors” or maybe to prove that this day is different. I don’t know, but all I need to do is to rise and shine now, like what the wonderful yellow sun is doing.
And someone’s voice came into my mind in an instance saying:“Open your eyes my little girl, open it. I don’t want my beautiful princess to be late for school”
And suddenly my eyes open with tears, tears that I don’t know where it came from. I can’t control myself and also my eyes while tears stream down my face.
“Why did you leave me daddy?” my mouth whispers softly I don’t know where those words came from. But there is only one thing that resounds on my mind: my father’s name, and his last words on Earth.
I sat on my bed with my eyes wide awake and with an unwanted catching of breath. I stand up away from that horrible bed and reaches for the light switch. The lights have open seeing my messy room with full of paper works at a table on the corner side. I should not have looked at those papers, those stupid papers reminds me of work, work that is stressful and hard. I walk few steps away from the “horrible bed” and open my white door room to see what and who awaits me downstairs. As I walk down the stairs I can hear a woman talking on a phone saying: “Yes, she is for him, she is available” And as I see clearly, I saw that it was my mom. Before I have my last step from the stairs my mother turn around facing her stupid daughter with the telephone still on her ear.
“Chloe, there you are”
“I was sleeping upstairs mom”
“Oh yeah, breakfast is now prepared I bet you’ll like my pancakes” my mother said with a flirty tone of voice.
As I walk my way to the kitchen I can see two plane tickets to London at the coffee table, I grab the plane tickets and asked my mother
“Who owns this?”
“You and me” she answered
“We are going to have a vacation there on Sunday”
“A vacation, mom are you crazy?”
“What? What’s wrong with a vacation?”
“Mother look, we don’t have enough money for a vacation, we can’t even buy our own daily needs here inside the house and now were going on a vacation!?”
“My dear Chloe, don’t you worry about it, mommy knows best, right?”
“Don’t tell me you’re planning to use your credit card again?”
“No, I will not use it, just trust me I planned this years ago and now you’re telling me to not to do it”
“Mom, I have my work”
“I talked to your boss already”
“What? So you really want this vacation so badly?”
“Yes! And you’re saying yes too! Clear?”
“Whatever mom, you should think of things that are more important than those vacations”
I walk my way to my bedroom with anger and fear I wash my cold body with a hot tub of water and dress for work. After dressing someone knock on my room door
“Chloe, please open this” It was my mother, I try not to listen to my mom, I try to snob her but I can’t. I opened the door slowly with fear thinking what Helen Huntley will do with her stupid daughter. And after the doors were opened my mom talked in an instance:
“Are you still mad?” she asked with a little frown on her face
“No” I answered with a low quality of voice
“You know, if you don’t want to go to London then we will don’t”
“I understand you mother, I know that you just want to relax”
“And you are too, right?”
“Yes, I’ll admit I am really stressed with my job but I need to work to help you with our finances”
“Chloe, you’re just twenty-two your still a kid”
“Mom, I am not a teenager anymore, I am a woman now”
“I know, I know that”
“By the way, where will you get the money for you’re so called vacation?”
“Why don’t you let me fix your hair, isn’t that a good idea?”
Then my lovely mother fix my hair with elegance, she curled my long black hair with a curling iron. I wonder why my mother won’t answer my question maybe she will use her card again, but my mother is not yet deaf, she’s still young to not to hear me. But maybe there’s something mysterious on why she won’t tell me. Maybe it’s a precious secret.
(Soooo.. Here ya go! This is my first story in wattpad, I hope you guys like it. Vote and comment! It will really mean a lot to me! Haha. Bye, beautifuls! :*)
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The Childhood Memory
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