Prologue

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I still remember the day my mother died.

Like it had just happened.

It was a cold day in October (around six weeks ago)  and she was at a shopping trip with her doting boyfriend, leaving me to revise for a chemistry test. She was on the main road from New York to Middletown. She was munching through a Big Mac and he was flipping through Spotify, on his phone.

That's when the accident happened.

A drunk driver was on the wrong side of the road. His large Range Rover had hit my mum's side.

She had died instantly.

My mother's doting boyfriend had lived.

If you call paralysed, heartbroken and unable to speak living.

Since that day, six weeks ago I have never got in a car. That is until today.

Today, my father picks me up. On the request of my mother's doting boyfriend's family. Apparently "I'm too much of a burden on such a troubled soul."

So I'm being shipped off to Beacon Hills, a county in California.

I don't remember much of Beacon Hills.

All I remember are these two kids I used to play with. I think a year older than me. I also remember this really good burger I once had.

"You're going to like Beacon Hill 's and Melissa is lovely. You'll like her." He told me as we set off towards Beacon Hills.

A six hour drive.

"I bet." I mumbled as I shoved on my head phones, drowning out his conversation.

I love my father but as you imagine, talking to someone you haven't spoken to for ten years, you can imagine how awkward it is for me.

After a couple hours or so, I felt my father pull of my head phones gently. "Are you ready to eat? We've got a lot of catching up to do." He smiles, turning into a diner named Rosie's Diner.

He pulls up to a parking spot pretty close to the doorway and we get out. We walk through the doorway and sit next to a window facing the motor way and ordered our food. I ordered a strawberry milk shake and cheese burger and my father a Steak and coffee.

"So dad what's Melissa like? Is she nice?" I ask, munching through my burger. "Oh honey she's the nicest I've met. She's a nurse at the hospital and her son Scott is a great kid. He's the same age as you. A real nice kid."

I watch as my dad's eyes lit up talking about his family and for the first time in six weeks I smiled.

My dad truly loved his new family and I knew I would too. "They sound great dad, I can't wait to meet them." I smiled and he grinned back.

"Oh hey! Kiddo we better get on the road! It's getting late. We don't have much of a drive left, three hours or so. We will be there in no time!" He grinned, leaving a fifty dollar bill on the table. "Dad. No. I'll put some money towards-" I started but he cut me off.

"Lila you're my daughter I'm paying." He said sternly, making me laugh. "Alright dad. Thank you." I laughed.

He smiled and we get back on the road.

And I fall asleep.

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