There she was, again. With those sad droopy eyes and arched back. The scene was perfectly horrifying. Amidst the deep dark blue background was a little girl, perched on a rosewood chair, staring into nothingness.
"NO! I will not settle for divorce you hear me! You cannot do this to me ,Clark!"
The shattering of glass cups harmonized along with her shrieking voice. Isn't that the perfect way to wake up on a Saturday morning. Not again. This had been the fifth consecutive day the fights had gone on for. I wonder how I actually went through with this for so long.I slipped out of my silk nightdress and slipped on a bathrobe. Soaking in a bathtub of soothing aromatic oils was the only option to keep my sanity for now.
As I slipped into my own relaxation, i recalled the eerie dream once again. Speaking of which, it had almost been a month now since i had that dream. I had thought sleeping pills would do the trick but honestly it just was a supplement to more nightmares. It was probably related to that. After all, it all started after that wretched incident. A chill ran down my spine and it definitely wasn't the cool breeze creeping in through the half-open window.
"Anna Jennet Willard! Come out of there this instant! You have to get ready for the ball tonight!" my mother yelled from the other dimension. Great. Another precious day spent on aching legs and trying on puffy dresses fit for a queen. I always wondered if my mother picked me up from some alley down-town because I really hated the high life. Our family was always loaded with money passed down from generations. Apparently,my great-great-great-great Grandfather was some sort of a king or something. Anyway, you get the point.
As I dragged myself through the winding rows of Zara's new collection, I caught a glimpse of a man who looked too similar to my father. What was my father doing at a department store? That was the last place to find him. I glanced back to see my mother, she was having a hearty conversation with some lady about Hendry Ford's new diamond necklace. That conversation would take hours. I slipped out as sneakingly as I could to follow my father's trail.
" Mr Willard, Im sorry to say this. Your company has gone bankrupt. With the piling debts, you will need to sell off your assets as well."
What. No. This cannot be happening. This cannot be true. Bankruptcy?
The next few weeks felt like true hell. The fights escalated. I had not given a care to the reason to their fights before, I just figured they were on their usual rant of "you dont understand me or care about me". But this was different. This involved our whole life. I felt sick to the stomach. I thought this could not get any worse than this. But then it did.
