Those three words (Maxxie Oliver/Skins)

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"Fiona! Fiona!" I heard my dad call out from the lounge room. I dropped everything I was doing and walked down the hallway, into the living room where my dad lay on the black leather couch, with bottles of alcohol and drugs scattered all around him on the ground. I feared my dad, especially since he hit me, and did all kinds of horrible things to me. I wanted to tell someone, but I just couldn't. If I did, he said he would end my sick mom's life. 

"Yes dad?" I said, my voice soft and you could hear that I was terrified. My dad gestured to the broken bottles in front of him on the floor. 

"Clean this up." He mumbled, keeping his eyes on the television. I sighed to myself and bent down on my knee's, picking up the shards of Vodka and Jack Daniels beer bottles. After I picked it all up, I walked over to the kitchen and threw it in the bin. "Oh, and get me a lighter, will you?" I rolled my eyes and grabbed a yellow lighter from the counter and handed it to my dad who snatched it out of my fingers. He put a cigarette between his lips and lit it, the smell filling up the room. 

I really wanted to open a window, but my dad always forbidden me from exposing our apartment to the outside. The smell of smoke was really strong, and I hated the smell, so I left to my bedroom. My room was the only place I could be free, kind of. I opened the window and leaned out the window sill, breathing in the fresh air. I closed my eyes for a minute, just enjoying the feeling of the breeze smacking my face, and I opened my eyes to see Maxxie, our neighbour, dancing beautifully on the roof. 

He spun and landed gracefully on his toes. He was gorgeous. I never spoke to him before, not wanting to because he was perfect with his straight blonde hair and his beautiful body, he probably has way higher standards. I just had long dark red velvet hair, and dark brown eyes. I used to have dark brown hair, but then dyed it in honour of my mom, who's favourite colour was red velvet. I knew my mom wasn't going to make it, but I just wanted her to live as long as possible. She always had pounding head aches which made her lie in bed all day. It upsets me so much because there is so many things I want to do with her, but she can't be standing up for more than ten minutes before having a seizure. 

I continued to watch Maxxie dance, the way he moved was peaceful. I felt calm watching him. But his eyes fix on mine and I quickly step to the side. I stay there for a few seconds before slowly peaking out the window again. He was turning around, trying to find something, or someone. Then I saw what he saw, with his back towards me. A flash, like a picture had been taken. From the building across from us. 

I closed the window and went into my mom's room. As usual, she was fast asleep. My mom looked young. She was beautiful, and people often mistaken her for my sister. She's been like this for a year now, and I remember last year, when she could do anything. She could run a marathon, party, but now all she could do was lay in bed, groaning every so often. 

"Mom?" I whispered, to see if she was awake. Sure enough, she was. She groaned in reply. "Do you want some tea? Medicine?" I asked softly and she nodded, her eye still shut as if she was fast asleep. 

I went into the kitchen and made tea, before pulling out the bottle of pills from the cupboard. I stared at the pills for a while, reading the warning.

Warning: Do not consume more than five pills. Only take one pill a day. If pills are consumed wrongly, please go to the hospital quickly, as these pills are very strong and can be fatal.

I was tempted to take all of them, and just end my horrible life. I shook my head and plopped one pill into the tea, stirring it in until it dissolved completely. I slowly walked back to my mom's room, careful not to spill the hot cup. 

My mom smiled weakly and sat up. She gently picked the mug up from my hands and took a sip, sighing. I sat down at the foot of the bed. "How are you feeling?" I asked.

My mom shrugged her now bone shoulders, and quietly took another sip. "How's dad?" She asked and it was my turn to shrug.

"Still the same. Doesn't he come check on you?" I asked her and she shook her head. I stayed with her while she finished her tea and while she fell back asleep. I stared at her for a while, and sighed sadly. I just wished some sort of miracle would happen to her, to my life. Like she will one day jump out of bed, and feel the same way she felt two years ago. That my dad will wake up and realize that he is a father to a seventeen year old girl and a sick wife who needs him. That he will try to get help for himself, and we can all be a loving family again.  But I knew that would never happen. Not all stories have happy endings, and mine for sure won't.

I realized it was getting late and I was starting at my new school tomorrow, one which Maxxie and his friends go to. I got changed into my black night dress and brushed my teeth, before climbing into my bed, and falling asleep dreaming about a better life.

I woke up to the sound of my phone's alarm ringing. I sat up and yawned, and pressed the stop button. I put on some skinny jeans, my brown boots and a white tank top with a leather jacket on top. I left my hair down naturally, put on my make up and brushed my teeth before walking into the kitchen.

I guess I must have been making a bit to much noise, because one second I was grabbing the coco pops box off the top shelf, and the next I was pulled to the ground, hitting my forehead on the counter on the way down. I groaned and looked up to see my angry dad peering over me. "Why are you up so early!?" He growled. I sat up and held my forehead. 

"I have school today, dad." I whimper. He storms off to his room swearing a bunch of swear words and I pull myself up off the tiles and go to the bathroom. I groan when I see my reflection. My, one minute clear skin was replaced with purple bruising all along the side of my forehead. I tried to cover it up, but it just turned blue. Oh well, I was used to this. I have bruising all over my body. But when I'm about to start at a new school? Great, what do I tell everyone? 

I went into my moms room, kissed her goodbye and then walked out of the apartment. I was walking down the corridor to the elevator, and when I pressed the down button, the elevator opened and there was the gorgeous Maxxie Oliver. He was leaning on the wall and fixed up his posture when he saw me.

"Oh, hi!" He said cheerfully. I knew Maxxie was very friendly, but he still made me nervous. I said hi back and then stepped into the elevator. I was going to press the ground button, to see it was already pressed.

"Hey, aren't you starting at our school today?" He raised his eyebrow. I nodded. "Well, we can walk together! I'm Maxxie, by the way. I can show you around and you can sit with us." He said which made me blush.

"I'm Fiona." I said. He smiles a gorgeous smile.

"I'm going to call you Fi."