Turning.

Chapter 2: Home Life.

I live in California with my mother, Felicity and my little sister, Rosie, who is 2 years old. She's really sweet but she's naughty at the same time, she wants everything her own way and she wants everything now. My mother is bringing us up on her own and it's dificult for her but she also has help from my grandmother, who I call nona. My father died 2 years ago, when my mother was pregnant with Rosie, he was in the music business and was the technical side of music for big stars. I often got to meet my idols like Britany Spears and Madonna etc. I'm very lucky, but he was shot by a police man because he was mistaken for doing a crime he didnt commit. That was a bad time for my mother and she's been left with depression, meaning I have to take care of myself and Rosie. I don't mind, mother needs to get better and I know she will eventually, it's just when.

~~~Flash Back~~~~~
"Get on the ground now" A tall man in a black man held a gun to my fathers head.

"Please, please dont do this officer, we're just trying to spend time together." Mother pleaded with tears strolling down her cheeks.

I looked up at her, the pain in her eyes. Oh the pain. A gun shot sound echod through my ear drums causing me to cover my ears.

My mother dropped to her knees and screamed. In that moment I knew. We were alone. My head spun, not able to see straight. Father.

"Father." I looked up at his lifeless, innocent body, tears streamed down my face. Mother bent down and wrapped her arms around me and sobbed into my shirt.

"It'll be ok mom I promise. I'll look after you forever."

"I'm glad I have you baby" She sobbed. I stroked her hair and held her tightly. This was my priority. I had to make sure my mother was ok and put her before anything else.
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"Mother?" I called from behind her bedroom door.

"Yes?" Her low toned voice droned on.

"We need to go out and get some supplies for college" I said in a questioning tone because she hasnt left the house in over a year, i do everything for her but i need to start getting her back out. The sunshine will do her good.

"Honey, I don't know about that" She questioned herself and i could tell, even without looking at her, that she was over-thinking it.

"Mum, It's fine, I know you can do this. Do it for Rosie." I cracked the door open a little and offered her a smile, to which she smiled back but i always knew the smile was fake. She lost the love of her life and it's very hard on her like it is on me aswell but I try to keep my head up because Rosie needs positive vibes around her, she doesn't know who father was she's only a child.

"I'll try for you both" She sat up and kissed my forehead.

"Even if you just get ready, thats half way mother" I offered her another smile .

She stood up and walked in to the en suite bathroom, her and my father used to share, she put the shower on and climbed in, washing her body with mango body wash and got out, wrapping a soft, white towel around her body. She then traced back into her bedroom and got out her clothes.

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"I'm so sorry" My mother bawled. I rubbed her back and sighed.

"Mother, the important thing is you tried and you got dressed and everything. I'm proud of you. That's not happened in a long time and I believe that you're getting better, slowly but you are." I sent a small smile her way and she stopped crying.

"I suppose, thank you darling. I honestly don't know what I would do without you." She held me tight and i hugged her back.

We seporated and I walked off upstairs to grab my back pack. I was wearing Black leggings, black flats and a brown turtle neck. I hate being reveiled. It makes me feel really uncomfortable, I suppose it's because I'm quite insecure about my body, I feel lumpy and gross all the time so I like to cover up so no one else can see it either. I put on my black Moschino back pack and grabbed my keys off my white desk. I walked downstairs and placed Rosie on the couch and put Princess Sophia The First on so she could be occupied whilst mother reads. I locked the door and walked down the path.

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I opened the front door to see Rosie and my mother curled up in the corner of the chair asleep on each other.