It had been a year since my mother had died, it was all because of him all of it everything ...
I was sitting In my room playing my music, as I usually do but something felt different, very different, extremely different.
My stepdad shouted ' Mollie!' From the bottom of the stairs.
' What,' I replied with aggression.
' It's really important, ' he said sounding unusual.
' I'm coming !' I yelled at I thudded down the stairs.
