WHY? (Hiatus)

Painting Pebbles; Fiona's POV

I smiled to myself letting the warmth fill me up, thankful that I had the support I had. I took my black worn out shoes off and peeled my sock off my left foot examining the deep cut that had marked my skin. The scar was raw red and freshly sliced and was one of the few scars marking my body that wasn't intentional. I hopped through to the living room sitting down carefully on the plush yellow sofa being careful to sit somewhere where the limited amount of light could beam down onto the wound making it easier to see. "Here Fi, I brought some water through...," standing on the opposite side of the room was Hugh gazing down at me from across the room holding a glass of water in one hand and using the other to point down at my foot. "Are you hurt? What happened? Why didn't you tell me? Was it your father? I'm going to kill him!" I rolled my eyes at his questions "Hugh, honey you're not going to kill anyone, especially not my father and anyway it's just a little cut no need to freak out. I just stood on some glass at my house." Noticing the anxious look that was still on his face I added: "Honestly I'm fine." Softening his look he walked towards me gently placing the glass of water on the wooden end table beside me before sitting down next to me pulling me into a hug. "I'll get Mum to check it out soon by the looks of it that shard of glass must have been deep, why didn't you tell me?" I sighed not wanting to tell him the truth "I didn't want you to worry, you know how much I hate people worrying about me," "Fi you could be absolutely fine and I'd still be worrying about you, it doesn't help that your idiot father thinks it's funny to hurt you, someday I will kill him." I laughed knowing that he wasn't serious. Standing up from the sofa he walked towards the iPod that was placed on top of a speaker next to the Tv. Dancing Queen by Abba started playing as the boy himself turned around motioning me to come over. Reluctantly I followed sitting down at the dining table, I jumped at the sound of a thud before realising it was just the box that had been placed in front of me. As I pulled the top off I found a heap of pebbles and paints stashed inside. Laughing I grabbed a paintbrush, pebble and yellow and lilac paint pot before slowly painting a flower onto the pebble. Glancing to the side of me I found the brunet boy painting a bee onto his own a smudge of yellow on his cheek. Putting aside my finished pebble I grabbed another from the pile of dozens before drawing another type of flower onto it. That was what Hugh's parents came home to, a pair of teens focused on painting new designs onto their pebbles, so focused in fact that Hugh and I nearly had a heart attack when the adults made an appearance. "Mum! Dad! Please don't ever scare us like that ever again, unless you want to kill us." Shouted the boy beside me grabbing my left arm in fright. I laughed when I saw the look of shock on Hughs' face and the look of happiness on his parents face. There was no denying the fact that the Apistons were what one would call 'the perfect family.'

Hey guys (and girls) I just wanted to thank all you lovely people who are still reading this book (comment if you are I'm curious) and those who have just started. I love writing this every single chapter knowing that my rubbish writing skills are being read all across the world. Please don't judge me if my writing skills are truly terrible as I am only 13 years old and this is my first book. Anyways, as usual, I'm ranting and this is probably boring you just wanted to thank you guys for being AWESOME and reading this terrible book.

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