“Faye? Faye! Where the hell have you been? Don’t you know how dangerous it is out there?” Mum said the minute I walked through the door.
I looked past her and saw the Karen was there, sat at our kitchen table with a mug of coffee in her hands. “What are you doing here?” I said nastily to her. “Didn’t you get the message when I ran away? I don’t need you!”
Karen opened her mouth but Mum got there first. “Don’t you dare talk to Karen like that! She has been really supportive whilst you were off gallivanting here there and everywhere!”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “She is like that to everyone, it’s her job!”
“Get up stairs to your room right now young lady! I don’t think you realise how much trouble you’re in!”
“Well maybe if you talked to me and told me things then I would know! Maybe if you didn’t just ship me off to random people then I would be better behaved!” I said.
“Just think of your poor sister she’s probably turning in her grave right now!” Mum said, close to tears.
I was nearly sick then. “Well, maybe I should have gone instead of her then! We all know that’s what you wanted! Your beautiful Charlotte has gone and poor you are lumbered with stupid old Faye!” I stomped up to my room and I could hear Mum crying hysterically downstairs. Every so often she would give an anguished howl and I knew that I had gone too far this time. I tried to feel guilty but the thought of Charlotte being alive and her not telling me (worse still, lying to me) crushed any of those feelings.
I sat my bed for a while, listening until Karen finally got up and left. My heart sank then, because I knew Mum would come up to talk to me.
There was a quiet knock on my door and then she came in. Her eyes were red-rimmed and her face was pale. She was slightly shaking too. She basically looked awful; I’d never seen her this bad before. I felt a pang of guilt but dismissed it immediately. ‘She lied to me,’ I thought. ‘She lied my whole life.’
“Faye, what got into you today?” Mum said. “I was so worried about you!”
“Why? I go in town every Saturday at about the same time for longer than that. I don’t see why today was too much different.” I said coldly.
“Faye! It was in school time and you ran away from a counselling session. And, I had no idea where you were! You might not have even come home Faye! I thought I was going to be sick, I was that worried!”
“Really? Were you really all that worried; or were you just sat back here having a lovely coffee with Karen?”
“How dare you! I’ve been crying!” Mum said furiously.
“Wow, big whoop! I’ve been crying too Mum! Over the last few days, I’ve probably shed more tears than I will ever again! I cried when you told me I had to see a counsellor, I cried when I ran away, I even cried that day when you cried in the supermarket! So you don’t have to say that you have cried this once today as if that makes you number one Mum! The fact that you didn’t know what your daughter was going through makes you number one worst Mum, actually!”
“Oh Faye! I had no idea.”
“I know, that is why I’m so angry! Did you not hear what I just said? Get out Mum!” I said and turned away from her. She tried to apologise but I just ignored her. Soon after, I heard the latch on the door click shut.
Mum had left the room.
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Faye's Diary
Teen FictionFaye Baskerville has always felt like she was missing something ever since she was old enough to understand her sisters death, but kindred spirits they were forever and Faye felt her older sister looking down on her, protecting her. So when she find...
