Distance

1. From Eden

Saturday.
Saturday morning, oh Saturday morning it's always the same, lie in until 12, get out of bed, eat anything the fridge supplied and watch netflix into the late hours of the night and repeat this every weekend.
"lottie!" my mum yells breaking me out of thought, from the downstairs kitchen.
"yea?" "breakfast is ready!" "okay be down in a minute!!" I say as I struggle out of my (quite large) double bed.
As comfy as my pink Minnie mouse pajamas were I didn't want my mum to see that I had just gotten off my ass (even if it was true) so I put my light brown hair in a messy bun, with a rolling stones tank top and a pair of leggings, which made me look not as bedraggled as I once looked.
As I got into the kitchen all I could see was my younger brother, Andrew, scoffing his face with already cold pancakes, filling my poor mother in about his 'great' football skills or his 'funny' stories to do with football. And as intriguing as his story was my mum cut him off to greet me "hey lottie, have some pancakes, sit down, have a drink and oh yea I have a special surprise to tell you!" "okay. Okay. Okay slow down, a surprise? Can't you just tell me now, I mean you've said now," my mum huffs as if I was being petty when really she shouldn't have mentioned it in the first place.
She then exclaims, "no no no Lottie we have to wait until the others arrive." what? Others? What's happening?

Later that day my mum sat me down and waited for the 'others' (that's when I did get curious) "Lottie before everyone arrives, can you get out of that sort of... 'lounge' outfit because this is quite a special day for me being a single mother and all I want you to look great!!" "okay... Then..."
To fill in, I live with my mother, Victoria and my brother, Andrew. My dad, well, we don't like to talk about him, he used to abuse my mum, physically and mentally when I was little and as I was the eldest I used to hear my mother's pain; her quiet sobs as he would've finished beating her body and her mind with his vile punches and his harmful words. I would hear how she would try to fight back when really she wasn't a match compared to his build and stamina. This is why I don't like to argue with my mum or harm her as I would think I am just as bad as the man I once called my father. I had to be strong for Andrew and for my mum for that matter when he came home or when he went out as my mum would break down into uncontrollable tears and Andrew was oblivious up to the age of 12 until he really knew why she would cry for years and why I was always trying to be happy.

But anyway, I went back to my room to pick out a 'presentable' outfit for my mystery visitors so I chose a flowy white v-neck with black jeans and my cheap hamburger slippers from primark (because im kind of a cheap skate when it comes to brands and clothes and such). I turned on my curling iron and within 10 minutes I began curling my hair and applied a few flicks of mascara but as I stepped out of my room the door bell rang. What I didn't know was this would be the start of something unbelievable....

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Hey guys, im Aleisha the author and I hope you guys will like this quite long? (I don't know) chapter as I sort of dragged it on a little (sorry if it was boring im new at writing!!) and yea I promise it will get better. Also I own those bambi slippers as I am also a BIG cheap skate and a sucker for primark or penny's if you're in Ireland. Being technical/awkward that's who I am... Just a rambler...