Sisters Before Misters? (On Hold)

Chapter 1

*Liam's P.O.V*

"Mom I want to be a musician!" I whine.

"Liam! We went over this! Did you know how angry your father was when I told him I let you apply for X-Factor 2008? Then he let you go and you came back empty handed. Sweetie listen. You have the voice of an angel. You have talent, but its time for some sacrifice! I had to give up my whole career to raise you and your sister! Now you must let us, the adults handle this."

"Ive done everything you've asked me too! And I will handle my own life! Mum please."

"I don't know what to do with you anymore. I think singing in church is enough. Were the highest family in town! Or at least we were, after Ruth." Mum said mumbling in her last few words. "We need to be role models for others. What will they say? Why don't you just speak to your dad. You wont listen to me." Mom rushes out the door, allowing myself to throw things around- which I do when Im mad. My parents are the richest, filthiest things in town, and between you and me, in the world. I mean role models? Pshh. I wish we were. The life I live is so... manufactured and organized. Every time were invited to a party or dinner its like Cinderella, where all Cinderellas ugly step sisters line up to meet the "prince" (even though I'm no prince) and there all just so fake. Where is the real Cinderella? I cant even tell if someone like me for me or my money. That is why i HATE being a "payne." My sister Ruth- shes lucky. She ran away from home with her boyfriend, they got married and now shes happy as ever. And I'm stuck here being "the angel child." Every single one of my relationships end because I find out they were just using me, or my parents payed them off or... more dumb shit like that. As the general in Britain's army, my father wants me to follow him. He wants me to "die with honor," I believe were his exact words. Just as he would one day, my grandfather did, and his dad did, and so on and so forth. Well thats just what might happen because Im tired.

Your suppose to never stop chasing your dream. Never give up. But that only works for people who have real families, and real lives. Simon, as in Simon Cowell told me to come back to audition for the X- Factor in two years time because he knows Im good. I'm too good to let go of. I pull open my desk and stare at my application- half filled out.

"Liam! Dinners ready." Mum yells. Uhhhh. Time face dad. God help me. I step down the forty two marble stairs that separate the six bedrooms and five baths upstairs, and the dining, kitchen, living room, guest room, and play room downstairs. "

"Sit, sit, my son." My dad tells me gesturing to the chair. "Your mum said somethings bothering you? Tell me whats going on." I silently put some food on my plate- roast chicken, mash patatoes,and peas. Dinner with my dad is so awkward.

"Nothing. Its just nothing." I lie.

"Nooooo son I must know what goes through your mind. Share with me." Dad says a little more strictly. Pshh. Like you even care about anything other than your status.

"Dad I dont know how to say this but, um..." I studder, scared of his reaction. "I want to learn about the stuff you do. Like training, and army camps. I wanna prepare myslef for the future." I let it out. All lies, straight to his face. What kind of world is this? Where its easier to lie than to tell the truth... easier to do the bad then to do the good.

"Thats my boy!" My dad gets up and hugs me, patting my back. "I knew this day would come!" He sits back down full of excitement. "You stopped dreaming like fools, for what was it... X-Factor." He laughed at it, he always had. "See what did I tell you. You'd get over it." He said, and I just hated letting him believe that he was right. He immediately grabs his phone and asks for information on camp admission. Ive gotten myself into a labyrinth and theres no way out, and in this case my dads the Minotaur.

"But Mark." Mum finally speaks up. "You haven't even told him the good news." Oh no, I think. Whats next in store for me. Dad wipes his face with a cloth and swallows.

"Oh yes. Son, Ive heard rumors. Are you and the chief's daughter... seeing each other?" I laugh. chief's daughter, officer daughters, her daughter, his... I dont even remember who's who.

"Dad I dont even know who that is." I admit.

"Well its time for you to get to know her." Dad says. I see where this is going. "So were not rushing anything. Just want you to meet the girl, shes great, she just stared university, umm I think she majoring in English."

"Dad I dont care." I blurt out.

"Excuse me?" Mum says.

"Its ok its ok." Dad tells mum. "Chief, Mr. Watson has invited us to dinner on Friday. Dress your best Liam... Sophie will be there. It'll be a good start for you two."

"Fine." I said angry, arms crossed. First they end my relationships, now they start ones against my will. This question comes up to many times in my head. What kind of a world do I live in? After dad gets up and leaves for bed, I get a chance to talk to my mom.

"Mom, you know. I hate my life. Ive been forced through everything! I dont want to be a soldier or star a relationship with some army persons daughter! WHY CANT I LIVE A NORMAL LIFE!? IM HOME SCHOOLED I HAVE NO FRIENDS..." tears began to roll down my cheeks.

"Liam we discussed this to many times! Youve caused pain  in my head. Im getting a migraine from all your rubbish, and i dont understand why you dont speak your feelings to your father?" She leaves the dining, picking up dishes, leaving me all by myself to cry.