Kylie's POV
I soaked myself in the bubble filled tub, my curly auburn hair catching more bubbles than water, trying to forget my worries. Just yesterday was the last day of school and well, I'm home, after 9 bloody months. Well, at least I was happier there than at home, in this cold place of hell of a manor.
'Kylie! Kylie! KYLIEEEEEEE!!!' I heard Allie screaming from god knows where. I quickly sat up, startled. What could she want?
I quickly sat up, grabbed a bathrobe, and rushed down, in case Allie fell down while trying to find me. The Manor was big, and she wasn't getting any younger.
On the way down, I had a bit of surprise. Cora, the housekeeper and my mother was tring to find me. My mother, a woman whom I was related to by blood but never really gave a shit about me. Most days, she never even knew I left or came back. The fact she was finding me means it must be something important.
'Kylie! Kylie!' My mother screeched.
'Mother, I'm here. What do you want?'
My mother stopped in her tracks. Soon, Allie had caught up with them and soon, I was surrounded by all three women in the middle of the stairs.
What the hell is going on??
Before I knew it, Mother had grabbed me by the wrist and escorted me to her chambers, which I nicknamed it the Holy Room of Holies. The last i had been up there was when I was 9 and boy, was there a change. The walls were lined with hot pink fur, the rugs were pink. Hell, everything was pink or lilac. In the corner, there was a large walk in wardrobe and by the bed, there was a dressing table full of all sorts of make up and a large box of cigarettes. Wonder if Father had any say in their new makeover. Then again, Father also liked purple, so i guess he didn't mind.
Mother sat me down on an armchair before pushing Allie and Cora out.
'Ladies, leave us a while. We must talk in secret,' she said before slamming the door in their face. Mother turned to me, a smile on her face.
Let me tell you more about my mother. She was your typical socialite wife. Never works but never does housework either. Most days, she heads to the London country club, play polo, gossip with the other rich prats of ladies and sip tea. She always dyes her hair platinum blonde but if you look closely, there's some mouse brown bits at the sides. She was wearing a frilly robe over her corseted body and her hair was up in a net. She always wore a pound of make up on her ageing face but today, it was twice the amount but let me tell you this, it didn't make her look any better. And like I said, she acted like anything but a mother. When I was smaller, she smoked. A lot. And whenever she tried to hold me or kiss me when I was an infant, her breath would always smell of Malboro cigarettes so i kept bawling until she let go of me. It happened a few more times so I guess she gave up. She never cared about what I was up to. To be honest, sometimes I think she forgets I exist.
I gave her a look. The old woman can send me away and never let me come home after Christmas for the last 4 years and never give a shit about me but if she left me in a room with her alone, I put my foot down. She saw my look and hastily opened the door again.
'Ladies, wait! Come back. Cora, I need help with my outfit and Allie.... well the child wants both of you in the room so I'd guess you make yourself useful.'
Mother then took off her bathrobe and tossed it to Allie.
'As you must know, my daughter is of a pretty age,'
'Agreed to that, madam. Prettiest baby I've ever nursed.' She said, beaming at me. I blushed. Allie had been taking care of me my whole life. She nursed aince I was born and when I was old enough, she went to nurse my cousin Daryl. She was the closest thing I had to a mother.
