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Lonely Days and Lonely Nights [edited]

Lonely Days and Lonely Nights

After I pulled myself together, I climbed over the wall and landed gracefully on my feet. I ran over to the wall beneath my window, careful not to make any noise, and climbed back up the ivy. The floorboards by my window creaked under my weight and I stopped in my tracks. My mother's office was directly below my room and she heard every noise I made.

I heard the wheels of her chair squeak as it was pushed back and I dove into bed. I put my eye mask on to hide some of my make-up, and then I snuggled up under the covers and turned my back on the door.

My door opened slowly and I let my breathing become soft and shallow. I was an expert at pretending to be asleep.

"Sweetie are you asleep," she whispered, coming closer to me

I grunted lightly in my fake slumber, shuffling slightly. Satisfied with my performance my mother left and closed the door lightly behind her.

I waited a few minutes before tip-toeing into the bathroom to take my make-up off. I brought my pyjamas with me, just in case my mother decided to make a repeat appearance. I unzipped my dress and tossed it into the washing basket before changing into my comfy Victoria's Secret shorts and tank top. The shorts were black with "Love Me" written in white on them and the top was just a plain mint green tank.

I used some wipes to take off my make-up, I knew that running the tap would make too much noise. I quickly tied my hair into a messy bun, cliché I know but it didn't make my head sore afterwards. I flicked off the light switch and padded towards my bed. I crawled under my soft duvet and cuddled in. I felt sweet sleep overcoming me shortly.

The next morning I was awoken to the sound of the Hoover banging against the hardwood floor. I thought it was strange because my mother never cleans, ever. We had a housekeeper but she only came during the week. Curious I climbed out of bed and down the stairs to the kitchen. Sure enough my mother was hoovering.

"Mother, what's going on?" I asked wiping the sleep from my eyes.

"Oh you're finally up?" she remarked, wiping a stray hair from her face.

I look up at the clock and my eyes widened in shock. It was four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Oh...I had a...um headache so I went back to sleep. Must have lost track of time," I stuttered.

"Aw you poor thing, well a very handsome young man came by house about an hour ago. He said his name was Logan?" she smirked

I rolled my eyes. My mother was such a busy body.

"He is just a friend, nosey!" I teased

"Well he dropped off your car! Why didn't you tell me your car needed repairing? I would have sent it to our regular mechanic!" she stopped the Hoover and frowned at me like it was my fault.

"I tried but like always you ignored me and locked yourself inside that little cave of yours!"

"You will not speak to me in that tone of voice Young Lady!"

"Yes mother, no mother, three bags full mother!" I snapped back, storming out of the kitchen.

I stomped up the stairs and slammed my door shut. My hands were shaking as I sat down on my bed and put my head in my hands. What was happening to me? I pulled my hands back and caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. There was blood streaked down my face, pumping in thick streams from my eyes.

I screamed in terror. Something was wrong, very wrong. I ran into the bathroom and grabbed one of my luminous pink fluffy towels. I held it up to my face, trying to stop the bleeding.