The boy from New York ( a James Bourne Fanfic )

Chapter 2

*Holly's POV*

"Hello Holly, we're home!" Great they're back.

"I'm up here!" Trying to sound excited but I really wasn't I wanted them to stay out all night wherever they went, I couldn't care less. Danny had gone home about an hour ago so I was just catching up on some YouTube.

I go downstairs and see the step monster sat on the sofa talking to Chloe about school, when I come in she stops talking and tells Chloe to go upstairs. I will be so glad when I can move out and move to London. I will miss Dad and the two girls but defiantly not her. Dad has changed since Mum died although I was only 4, I can remember he used to smile a lot and now he never does. The last time I heard him laugh properly was when Sandra was away on a Hen do and the four of us went to the beach for the day and he buried me in the sand, Poppy and Chloe practically wetting themselves at Dads crab impression, then when she got back he went to being the Dad that hardly says anything and never laughs 

"Hey did you know that Mr and Mrs Jefferson moved out last week" I heard Dad say to Sandra

"Yeah, some American family are moving in" She replied, I instantly think why they would move from America to rainy England. In America you have so much potential, you can become anything you want.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, Oi Holly you could actually make some real friends rather than those wannabe pop star friends of yours." That was it I had it. How dare she make fun of my friends like that!

"Well perhaps you could find a husband that you actually love, rather than just using him for money! and another thing my friends and I are actually going to do something with our lives, unlike you who just sits around all day applying fake tan and buying cheap hair extensions!" Omg I hate her so much

"Holly! that was really uncalled for!" My dad argued back

"Dad it's true and you know it is! I know you're not happy, you haven't been ever since mum died 11 years ago, you're just scared too let anything go because you don't want to forget mum, and you need to stop blaming yourself, the car crash wasn't your fault, urgh you know what I'm going out!" I slam the door behind me.

Why does she do this practically every night, what have I ever done to her apart from trying to be nice to her, I just don't care any more. I need to get my head straight.

*30 minutes later*

After what seemed like two hours I decided that the monster most of calmed down, I slowly made my way home, when I got to the end of the drive I noticed that the sign to say the house was to sell had been taken down, they must be moving in soon. As soon as I unlock the front door I head upstairs for an early night, I had to try and forget that tonight ever happened.