" YOU NEED TO STOP DRINKING! LOOK AT YOU! WE ARE DONE! SO DONE! I'M TAKING POPPY AND THEN WERE GONE!" I wake to hear my mum screeching at my dad. I quickly get out of bed, my heart pounding as I creep down the stairs. I look through the crack of the door leading to the study.
"Your not f*cking going anywhere. You hear me Lily? What would Poppy think? What would the neighbours think?" Dad slurs. Of course he drunk. What's new?
" I don't care anymore..." My mum's voice cracks. My heart breaks a little and as I go to open the door my mum's eyes dart over to me and she briefly brings her finger up to her mouth for mouthing. Stay Quite.
I look over at dad once again to see a black hand gun in his left hand. Crap! I can't move. I'm frozen to the spot. He wouldn't. Would he? Tears start streaming down my face as I look back at my dad.
"I would die before letting you leave! Your not taking Poppy away from me!" My mum mouthed a silent "I love you" before a death piecing bang echoes the room. I ran into the room and attempt to wake up my very still mum.
"You monster. You killed her! " I spit at my dad.
"I'm so sorry Poppy. I-I..." My dad trails off before putting the gun to his head and releasing the trigger.
I wake up with tears staining my pillow and my heart beating rapidly. I look over at the clock and see that its 6:15am. Today is my first day at Oakwood Academy with the Grant boys. Only one more year. I'm a senior along side Cole.
I get out of bed and head to the shower. After my very long shower, I look into my wardrobe to figure out what to wear on my first day. I decide on a red oversized hoodie, black leather jacket, black skinny jeans and a pair of heeled boots. I quickly apply my red lipstick and brush through my hair, deciding to leave it out.
I head down to the kitchen and make myself a coffee before sitting down at the table. Harry is already there, phone in hand and all dressed for work. He says a quick goodbye to whoever is on the other end of the phone and looks over at me.
"Morning Poppy. Cole is going to take you to school today and help you settle in. I have to work late tonight and I'm going on a business trip tomorrow so I won't be here for a few days." He pulls out a rose gold iPhone 6s and hands it to me. I go to protest but he throws me a stern look.
"Just text me if anything happens okay? Let the boys know that I've left" He gives me a quick hug and heads out the door.
"That didn't take him long" A very sleepy Isaac mumbles walking into the kitchen. I have to take a double look him. He's hair is sticking up from every which angle and he's only wearing his boxers.
He looks at the expression on my face and looks back at himself. He turns a bright shade of red before practically bolting back up the stairs. Okay then...
After about 20 minutes all the boys are starting to come into the kitchen. Cole and Jason both came down in football jerseys. Cole had the number 18 on his and Jason had 22. Tyler came down in a navy blue kitted jumper with a pair of blue denim jeans. He jumps up on my lap before complaining.
"Poppy! Cole said that we have to go to school but I don't want to" I smile down at him. I write down 'Why not' and Cole reads it to Tyler.
"Because, theres this girl Emily! She won't leave me alone! She keeps trying to hold my hand and hug me but I don't want to get girl germs!" He whines and I can't help it. I let out a laugh. It's the first genuine laugh Iv'e let out in a while. Tyler beams at me.
" I like it when you laugh Poppy. You look very pretty when you laugh" he saids innocently. I just smile down at him. I almost forgot that the other boys were in the room because when I look up at them they are all staring at me like I've grown a second head. Just because I don't talk doesn't mean I can't laugh. I raise an eyebrow and Cole clears his throat.
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The Silent Treatment
Fiksi Remaja17 year old Poppy Louis stops talking after the horrific death of her parents. Moving in with the Grant family may help her open up and talk again. Especially one blue eyed, brown haired football player, Cole Grant...