We started with the living room, red and cream wallpaper, cream sofas, glass table and unit, (to put ornaments on from the attic Oliver told me) a brown carpet, a couple of tins of cream paint and a red lampshade. (Paint brushes, paste and a fold-up table to paste the paper on.) We sold the old furniture from the living room fairly cheap to the people across the road and started to paint the walls, door and ceiling. It took a few coats but it got done. We put the wallpaper up and put the carpet down then the furniture. Tom came in to inspect it. "Well done you two, it looks good." Then walked out. Oliver breathed deeply, "That's a compliment, coming from him. "What rooms next Sir?" "We don't know who's about." I whispered. "Kitchen tomorrow. Isobel there is some food on the table for us and I'm hungry. Let's eat."
While we ate Oliver told me about his history; his mum died during his birth, his dad joined the war and got killed, so he lived with his aunt, uncle and their son until he was 18 then he joined Tom's gang (giving him the money his parent's left him, not by choice.) So he bought this house with it, fully furnished and decorated. "This is the first time we have decorated, and 2 years after we moved in, we got invaded and my auntie, uncle and cousin were killed. The soldiers thought this house was abandoned so we were left in peace." I picked up the empty plates and washed them. "Your story is worse than mine." He smiled a sad smile. "We both had a bad start in life eh? What's your story?" I sat back down and told him. "Your own mother turned on you? That's sick." I nodded and sighed. "Night Oliver." He stretched and rubbed his eyes. "Night Isobel."
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A sweet escape?
VampireA girl brought up in a broken home. When she finally escapes, is it really what she expected? Or does it make her think her life has turned upside down?
