The real me

The Change

So now for the woeful tale of year four. 

It started out fine. I was happy again. My friends were great. And I wasn't dealing with abuse any more. I was the happiest I've ever been. And this lasted for a good few months. Until I came home one day to see my dad pacing around the house. 

As soon as I walked through the door he told me to take a seat. I sat on the old armchair and looked at him with a very confused face. He wouldn't look me in the eye so I knew something was wrong. I know I was only eight, but I knew when something was bothering my dad. I asked him what was wrong. he didn't answer so I asked again. Silence. So I  raised my voice slightly and asked again "Dad, what's wrong?" And this time he answered me. He still wouldn't look me in the eye, so with his back to me he barely whispered "We have to move darling." "What?" I replied in a very confused tone, not quite taking it all in. "We have to move." he repeated, a little louder this time. "What do you mean we have to move?" I said, very upset at the thought. "I MEAN WE HAVE TO MOVE HOUSE!" he shouted, startling me. Quiet as a mouse I squeaked "Why?" "Because of my job." he replied. "They want me to help start up a new office in America." "America?" I croaked, barely able to talk. "Yes, America." he said firmly. "Now go get changed out of your uniform. We'll talk more about this later." 

But we never did.......

Authors Note: I'm so sorry I haven't been posting recently. I've been dealing with a lot, including the death of someone very close to me. But now I'm back I'll try to get back to updating regularly. For now though I hope you enjoy this chapter. Stick around for more my lovelies xxx