Like My Mother

Chapter Three

Aunt Kate dropped Stella and I off inside of the gate before heading home to Uncle Will, but not before wishing me look with my dad. She knew dad wasn't going to be happy I finally gave into her and Stella and let them give me a make over. Dad had always said I am beautiful the way I am, so why would I want to change myself? I'd argue back and say "maybe because I'm tired of people telling me my mom would be disappointed in me".  Now I finally let them change me, and he will be beyond pissed about it.

The walk into the house was agonizing. I didn't know if he'd be at the door waiting, on the stairs, in the living room, kitchen or anywhere for that matter! It was a horrible feeling, not knowing when to expect the wrath of my father. Hopefully my grandmum gets to me first, I know she will talk some sense into him. She is your typical cool american. She's the major reason I don't let my heritage get to my head, she reminds me where my roots are. Even though I've only been to American once when I was eight or nine. But America is where my mom was form, I want to go back some day soon to learn more about it and her. Grandmum and Uncle Jason already told me I could stay with them anytime I wanted too. I just haven't gotten up the guts to buy the ticket and go.

"Izzybee!" I hear my grandmums thick american accent shout through the hall. I smile even though I haven't caught sight of her yet. Since I was a little girl she has always called me Izzybee, no one else does except Uncle Jason and Aunt Stevie. I guess it's an american thing.

"Grandmum!" I yell and run down the hall, forgetting about my dad seeing my knew looks. I run straight into her arms as soon as I seen her long grey hair. She squeezes me tightly to her as soon as my arms are around her. "I've missed you so much!" I mumble into her shoulder as we cling to each other.

She sniffles and holds me at arms length. "Me too, bee, me too." She said before finally getting a good look at me. "My heavens! Maybe I should call you Sofie instead. You are a spitting image of your mom!" She said with a laugh as she takes me in. I smile and go back to hugging her. Everyone in my family has always told me that except for Kingston, of course. Before I never believed it but now I do. I feel pretty, like my mother.

As we hug, I know Stella has gone up to my room to give us some time alone. I also know that I hear heavy foot steps heading our way. That can mean one of two bad things: My dad is coming or Kingston is. My breathing stops as I listen to the foot steps come closer and closer. "Isabel. What are you wearing?" I hear him ask.

I bit my lip and pull away from my grandmum. When I turn to my dad his eyes widen and mouth falls open in shock. Instintively, I take a step back and cringe into grandmums arms. Dads shocked face goes from shocked, confused, and pissed within seconds. And when I say pissed, I mean red in the face livid, pissed.

"Isabel! When the bloody hell did this happen? When did I say this could happen? Did Kate have something to do with this?" He yelled causing grandmum and I both to jump out of our skins.

"Dad, stop! It wasn't Aunt Kate. It was all me." I said, almost in a whisper. I'm terrified of people when they yell at me. I give it one more word of dads yelling and I will be in tears, it never fails to happen. It's one of the things King likes to make fun of me for the most.

Just as I suspected dad started yelling yet rambling off about how horrible Kate was to change me this drastically and some other horrible things, I broke down in tears. He didn't notice because he was to busy pacing around the sitting room yelling about my change.

Grandmum unwrapped her arms from around my small, fragil body and went over to dad. "HARRY! Stop this, now. Do you see your daughter over there?" She yelled at him, pointing at me. "She needs you more than ever! She's not a little girl anymore, Harry. You've got to let her grow up without upsetting you. Do you not see what you being mad at her does? Look at her for godsake! She's bawling her poor baby blues out."