Bad Love (on hold)

chapter 1

Lucy POV

The tears were threatening to spill any minute now. I blinked them away, not wanting to make a fool of myself right now. I looked at the house that I've been living in all my life. All the happiest and saddest moments i've had have been it that very house. Since Mum died a few weeks ago, Dad forced me to move to London now. He wanted a new change but I would much rather stay in the city where my Mum had resided before her death.

My Dad looked at me, fury burning within his dark eyes as he noticed my sudden tears. He sighed impatiently, clearly frustrated at his daughters emotional state. All my life he wasn't a prominent figure and the death of my mother did little to change that. I was merely a stranger in passing to him. An annoying creature which he felt obligated to ignore. I was perfectly fine with that; his foul temper was not appealing in the slightest.

On the journey I plugged in my earphones, allowing the beat of the music to push away the constant thoughts streaming in my head at once. My Dad drove steadily, sometimes issuing me a warning whenever my music got too loud for his liking. I simply did not give two hoots about his opinion.

After two hours, we finally arrived in London. I took out my earphones, a mixture of anxiety and uncertainty  brewing within me. London was indeed a place of opportunity but in my situation there was nothing to look forward to. He parked outside our new home in one of the more richer parts of the city. The house was painted a dark brown and the many windows were intricately patterned with Victorian glass.

'Your room is upstairs, second door to the right.' My Dad said as I opened the car door.
I followed his instructions and seeked out my new room. A king size bed greeted me warmly, as well as a balcony which overlooked the city. I fell onto the bed, sudden feelings of excitement coursing through me for the first time. Maybe there was a chance of me being happy after all.

I went back downstairs at the sound of my Dad calling my name. I hurriedly walked through the new unfamiliar settings as I reached the living room where I saw him perched on the couch. I sat impatiently as he finished speaking on the phone.

'Your starting school on Monday.' He said briefly before wandering out of the room to get more boxes containing our things. The mention of school brought a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Unpleasant memories of my previous school buzzed through my mind.

As much as I loved the prospect of making new friends, I could not erase the feeling that I would not be liked in a new school. After all, I would have to present myself as being perfectly normal, which I was most certainly not. I could not let slip of the details of my mothers death, sympathy and pity were two things which I could not stand from anyone.

I would have to remain closed, unable to divulge information of my broken life. But as one would say; the truth would always prevail.