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six.

"Has anyone seen my shoes?" I searched in every room I could, trying to find my black converse but the where abouts was still proving difficult to locate.

"Well where did you have them last?" I heard a woman's voice come closer, I turned around to see her stood against the door frame with a towel in her hands,

"Well if I knew that, they wouldn't be lost would they?" I snapped at her, throwing my hands above my head,

"I did not raise you to be so rude." I turned my back towards her, rolling my eyes.

"You didn't have to raise me at all." I said it a little bit too loud, because the next thing I knew a pair of heavy footsteps were echoing through the house.

I walked to a different place and saw my shoes hidden down the side of the shoe rack. I picked them up and started pulling them on to my feet, my movements quick to try and avoid what was coming next.

"Don't you dare talk to your mother that way!" This time it was a man's voice, I clenched my jaw and whipped my whole body around, my shoes now on my feet and fastened,

"She's hardly my fucking mother. In fact you're hardly even my parents." My voice was rising by the second and I found it hard to control the anger burning inside me.

"Calum Thomas Hood." I winced at my name, at how his voice sounded so wrong saying it. He started towards me with his fist raised. I knew all too well what was coming next, so without hesitation I bolted towards the door and down my street. Not once looking back.

The walk to Isabelle's house was about 20 minutes, which gave me enough time to calm down and think about everything. There was nothing more I wanted than to leave this place, to leave everyone behind and start all over again.

Everything was unusually quiet for a Saturday night. The air was warm and the sun was just starting to make it's way down, leaving the sky a mixture of blues, pinks and oranges. These were the times I liked best. When I could be alone and watch the natural beauty of the world. It wasn't something I told people, but then again I didn't tell people a lot.

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I got to Isabelle's just before six. Walking up to the door I suddenly felt my heart begin to race. I questioned on just backing out now, but my hand was already knocking on the wood.

It opened to reveal a middle aged woman with shoulder length brown hair wearing a long dress,

"Can I help you?" She gave me a smile and I completely forgot my words.

"I- Um- Isabelle." I looked at the ground and felt my cheeks develop a hot flush. Her small laugh rang out causing me to look up, she stepped aside and allowed me in.

Inside was all poshly decorated, with a large chandelier hanging in the centre of the open space. I gaped at the size of it all, gazing in awe. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a tall man entering the room, dressed in extremely fancy clad.

I extended my arm out towards him, opening my hand,

"Hello, you must be Isabelle's father. It's nice to meet you." The smile he had suddenly disappeared and he looked towards the brunette woman, dropping my hand at the same time.

She gave me a gentle smile and the man walked towards her, wrapping a hand around her waist,

"Her father doesn't live with us. This is my boyfriend, Marcus."

My stomach dropped. Why didn't Isabelle say anything the night of the party?

I gave her an apologetic smile and shoved my hands in my jean pockets, it's something I did when I felt awkward or nervous.