Chapter two-
We had been travelling for hours as the distance and longing for my hometown grew.
"How much longer till we get to Hellhole?" I asked as I'd grow quite fond of the nickname over the past few hours.
"Piper! Seriously? You're 16, not 6, there's no need to be so...childish!" Mom replied in her British accent as she huffed and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the steering wheel, her face seeming to have aged 50 years in the few hours we had been travelling.
Serves her right for making us move to this Hellhole.
Still, it's better than living with dad and his posh snobby new family.
"How much longer till we get to Hellhole?" I asked again with a smirk enveloping my face.
"I swear on Time himself if you ask that question again I will not hesitate on calling your father and making you live with him, in England!" she nearly screamed, slamming her brakes down with a chorus of horns honking afterwards.
"Sorry mom" I replied, I knew her threat was useless, she would never let me move to England, she loves me too much...hopefully anyway. If you for some reason hadn't guessed already, my family were English. My mom moved to America when she divorced my dad, I was 2 at the time so unfortunately, the accent didn't stick. It's a shame really, a British accent is supposedly really sexy. I yawned as I turned my head to look out of the window, the trees blurring before my eyes, they reminded me of a certain person's eyes.
Oh god, not him again. For goodness sake piper! He's not real! He's a figment of your imagination, god you need a life.You're actually crazy.
Hey! He is real, he's got to be, apparently the people you see in your dreams you've seen in real life. And I'm not crazy, not Joker crazy anyway.
Oh, you're not crazy huh?! You're having an argument with yourself! In your mind! How mental! Someone call Arkham!
(A.N- If you're not getting these Gotham jokes I'm very disappointed.)
I couldn't deal with my insanity anymore, so I closed my eyes and slipped into the darkness. Comforted by the fact that I knew who I was going to see...
A few hours later....
"Wake up" a soft voice said as I explored the forest, it seemed so real at this point, things weren't so blurry. I felt like things were finally coming into focus. But the soft voice slowly pulled me up from the depths of sleep and I jolted when I realised it was my mom, screaming and shaking me like a mad woman.
"Piper wake up! We're here! Look it's our new house." with my heart still racing from my sudden awakening I had no time to register anything and did as I was told. Admittedly, the house was beautiful and I had no idea how on earth we could afford it.
"It's really nice mom, it looks really expensive though." I said groggily, still wiping the sleep from my eyes.
"Oh, Honey I knew you'd love it! And don't worry about the money! The house has already been brought! It was worth less than our old one! They agent said it was a miracle we even wanted it. They don't get many visitors in this town." She finished smiling brightly, I smiled back. No matter how much I didn't want this, she did, with all her heart. I know I tormented her about it but still, I'd do anything to keep her happy. Even this, the biggest sacrifice in my eyes, I had to turn away from all the things I loved.
Still half-asleep and in full zombie mode, I helped her, along with some friendly neighbours to unload the boxes into the house. Luckily the house was already furnished so all we had to carry were clothes and cutlery and stuff, along with our hundreds of book.
I walked into my bedroom with a few boxes and gasped at the sight, it was decorated beautifully, and I was so glad the previous owners had left the room as it was. There was a large king size bed in the centre of the room, against the wall, to it's left was a balcony with the typical white sheer curtain billowing in the breeze, to the right of the bed was a big dressing table with a large mirror on top, all of the furniture was white, even the small sofa in the corner and the bedside table. In front of the bed was the walk in wardrobe.
Yes, you read that right, WALK. IN. WARDROBE! Along the walls crept hand painted ivy that composed into a beautiful mural of greenery and roses on the ceiling. It truly was magnificent, it seemed just perfect for me, weirdly enough. I sighed in content as I dropped the box to the floor and took one last glance at the room, before walking back downstairs.
Everyone seemed so happy to see us, I got a hug or two from our neighbours and we have enough pies to last us a week. Courtesy of Granny's Diner supposedly, I didn't mind though. I had warmed up to the thought of living in this town.
If everyone was this nice and gave me this much free food, the world would be a much better place.
By the time the van was unloaded and the house crammed full of boxes and sticky treats, the sun was setting, and mom and I tucked into a random casserole, followed by a lovely slice of apple pie.
When we finished I helped mom clear away and hugged her before I went to bed.
"I love you mom, and this town isn't so bad. I'm sorry for being so horrible." I whispered into her hair as I hugged her.
"I know sweetie. I'm sorry too, I took you away from your friends and your life. I just know we'll be better off her Honey. Just look at how nice people are! Oh I can't wait! I'm so proud of you Baby, I really am," she whispered and then pulled away to kiss me on my forehead,"Goodnight Honey, sweet dreams."
"Goodnight Mom." I said as I crawled into my room and slumped onto my bed, letting the day's work relax me as I fell into a deep sleep.
And there he was, watching.
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You better have liked this as it literally took me so long to write and it's half 12 at night and I'm currently prying my eyes open. This was quite a long chapter for me but more will be coming soon so please stay updated and maybe add this to your library? I know it's not the best but I would consider in a work in progress. Bear with me please!
Q.O.T.C(question of the chapter)= Which fairy tale character do you think Piper's mom is?
(I tried to drop some hints XD)
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Published 22/03/17
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