When Daddy Comes Home.

"Mummy?" 

"What?" 

"When's daddy coming home?"

This was a question I asked several times when I was a kid. The only answer I would get would be "Someday" , then that would be the end of it. For the past six years I have pondered waiting for an answer but never did I get one, so after about five years I gave up. I'm a normal sixteen year old. Go to school. Have a boyfriend. Got friends. But I don't have a dad. Like most kids, they go on vacations with their mum, dad and sometimes their old granny and granddad. Me? I spend most of my Summers in my room making up more songs and practicing the guitar. Even if I was to venture out of my room and go near my mum it would be like a battle field. Me and my mum don't really get a long, but I gotta hand it to her. She did look after me by herself for one.. two.. fourteen years today. I suppose when I was younger my mum couldn't really look after me by herself.. it must have been hard considering my dad walked out on us two years after I was born. I always thought up until I was eleven that he was coming back. I hit twelve. REALITY CHECK. and realised he wasn't gonna just show up some day and go "Hey, I'm home. I've been gone for fourteen years, left you to look after the kid by yourself, don't be mad. I love you!" No, that was going to happen any time soon.

School's okay. I get on alright. I'm actually quite popular, known from many ways apparently. My boyfriend Mark is amazing. Him and my best friend Stacey. They know everything about me and I know everything about them. Stacey has a boyfriend too, but he's a bit of a bad boy. A real bad boy. He's been known for dealing drugs and rape. I always try and talk to Stacey about it, try to convince her he's not it. But she gets all defensive over him so I just give in. He must be a real charmer, or maybe she's just blind? Because to me he looks like he's been living in a pile of crap for the past twenty years. Sure smells like it. That's another thing. He's twenty. She's fifteen. WRONG! Age is a just a number they all say. Me- Yeah, and jail is just a room my dear fellows. She doesn't care. So if she doesn't care. I can't care. Lets leave it at that.

6:30am Thursday 14th

Its 6:30 am and school starts at 8:00 am. I climb my daily hike across the mini mountains of my belongings strewn across the floor and stumble up to my closet. I yank open the doors and pull out my black and pink checkered shorts, black tights, my pink short sleeved top along with my black denim jacket and yank on my pink converse. I pick up my phone and earphones, brush my pink tipped hair out of my eye, open the door and step onto the entrance of the battle field. I decide I'll walk to school because I couldn't be bothered with my bike. I walk down the steps and stop mid way only to hear the sound of my mum sobbing her heart out. I jumped the rest of the steps and I ran over to her.  

"M-Mum, what's wrong?" my voice goes all shaky in moments like this because seeing someone else cry makes me wanna cry. 

"N-Nothing Ciara. Go to sc- school." she just about managed to say between long, deep sobs. 

"But I can't go to the school with the state your in mum!" I will keep arguing. 

"GO TO SCHOOL!" I could have sworn the floor just shook when she shouted that.. 

"Okay, Okay. Call or text if you need me. Love you mum"  

"Love you too"

Little did I know that they were going to be the last three words I was going to hear parting from her lips.

7:00 am

I made my twenty minute walk to school. All the way did I worry and panic about what was wrong with mum. The last time I saw her like this was when she found out she had cancer. Then it just turned out to be some weird flu that wasn't a matter of life and death. Several conclusions came into mind of why mum was the way she is. I thought, was she pregnant? Then realised how the hell could she be pregnant when there isn't a dude in the house. Then I thought. Bankruptcy? Nah. She hardly ever goes out. Whats wrong with her? I thought I could share my thoughts with Stacey when I got to school. And Mark.