More Than A Book

Stark Raving Mad

Well guys, here's the next chapter, based on the episode 'Stark Raving Mad'. I only own my OC's!

Suddenly, while I was playing with my glass of water, my phone started ringing. Looking at it, I noticed it was Mother calling me. Great. I haven't been here for a day and she had to call me already... Rolling my eyes, I ran out of the dining room, knowing I had to answer the phone.

"Yes, Mother?" I asked once I was alone in a toilet. "I've called you to tell you that I've got to start preparing for leaving for France," She started, making me groan inwardly. Apart from moving here for a better job, Mother sometimes had to be absent from home and in another country, usually for a month or two, and Uncle Angus would usually take care of me while she was gone.

After moving here, I thought would simply stop.... Why would we move if she kept leaving the country and coming back?! This didn't make any sense.... But then again, it was Mother. What else expect from her? But, at the same time... This was a chance to look through her things properly.... And maybe find something about my father! "Lilette, are you on the line?" Mother asked, making me come back to reality while I was mentally thanking Mother for her business trip.

"Yes, sorry!" "Good heavens girl, didn't I teach you that keeping someone wait on the line is rude!" She commented icily. I rolled my eyes. She hadn't taught me that. What was the point with all the British manners anyway? Sometimes, I thought that Mother still lived in the past century! I was nearly 17 for God's sake, who needed knowing about classical music and all that stuff like gramophones?!

Mother was near to turning 50, but I wasn't! Not that I minded classical music, I found it nice, I liked it, but honestly, Mother was so... Traditional. There were newer bands nowadays, like Teencicle, Alpha Centauris... When was I ever going to need manners that Mother taught me? Nowadays, people didn't say 'good heavens', 'enchanted' 'how do you do', they said 'hell', 'heck', they swore....

Nothing ever paid off with being a British gentlelady! All it did was giving you a headache and.... It made me feel like an old lady in her fifties or sixties.... Could you imagine that? As if sixty year old British gentlemen weren't bad enough... Where did I get that idea from anyway? "Sorry, Mother." I responded blankly. "Now, I'll be gone for three months, and I expect from you to behave properly and listen to your uncle. And most of all, don't get in trouble." "Yes, Mother." And I finally hung up.

This was fantastic! But... Where were Sam, Clover and Alex? Why did they leave just like that? I didn't even see them leave in the first place! It didn't make any sense... I doubted they would do that because they thought I was... Lame? We had talked perfectly fine before! Maybe... They would show up sooner or later. You know what?

Worrying too much was stupid! What I needed now was knowing what happened to Rastignac! I took out my book, walking back home once school was over for today. "So, how was your first day?" Uncle Angus asked once I sat by the table in the dining room while still reading a book. "Fine, I guess." I responded while reading another line.

However, Uncle took the book out of my hands, much to my annoyance. "Hey!" I objected, standing up and trying to get the book back with no luck. "Have you seen Sam?" Uncle Angus asked while walking away from me with me after him, me chasing him around the table. "Yes, now would you please give me my book back?!" I demanded angrily. "Not until you tell me everything!" "Fine, she had two friends, their names are Clover and Alex, but they disappeared after lunch with no explanation." I sighed while folding my arms.

"And there was this girl Mandy who started calling me an old British lady because of my accent." I added a bit more bitterly. "Just ignore her." Uncle commented, making me roll my eyes. "I'm trying to, but it's a bit impossible with her excuse of a laugh!" I argued with a frown, looking away. "Excuse of a laugh?" "Uncle, when she laughs, she sounds worse than a hyena." Uncle Angus burst in laughter by now and that was when my phone started ringing.

Taking it with a frown, I answered the call. "Hello?" "Lily!" Sam's voice responded over the phone. "Sam, it's you?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing. "Yes! Look, Alex, Clover and I are so sorry for disappearing like that with no explanation, it's just that we had a little problem, and we had to fix it quickly." What kind of a little problem? They didn't show up at classes after lunch! "Oh, it's nothing, really!" I waved it off, but I was still curious.

"So, tomorrow is Saturday, and we've been wondering, because Alex suggested that we should visit some really cool place, if you'd like to come with us, rollerblading?" I looked up at Uncle Angus who nodded in approval. "I'd love to!" I responded with a grin. "So see you at 10 in the morning?" This was Alex over the phone. "Okay?" "Yes!" It was Clover. "Cheerio." I greeted before hanging up.

I then looked at Uncle Angus who was smiling. "See, I told you everything would be alright!" He pointed out while giving me my book back. I chuckled with an eye roll and sat down. "Whatever. Anyway, when did Mother leave?" I asked, putting the book on the table. "About half an hour ago." "Even better." I muttered, making Uncle Angus sigh.

"Lilette, I thought we've been through this 1000 times already...." He started while sitting down next to me. "Your mother loves you..." "Oh, no touching, no hugging is love?" I asked with a raised eyebrow in a mocking surprise. "Lily, she's a.... Complicated woman." "No shit." I muttered sarcastically, folding my arms.

Uncle Angus said nothing at swear, knowing I didn't use it when Mother was around. "Life hasn't been easy for her at all...." "Why?" I looked up expectantly. "You know very well that he abandoned her...." "Actually, I don't. The only thing I know about my father is that he 'abandoned' mother and that he apparently lives here! So much for knowing very well!" I exclaimed annoyed.

"Why is it a crime for me to know who he is?! Is it because of my mother who doesn't care the slightest about me?! I don't know a freaking thing about my own parent and his side of the family, and it's only because of you two!" I was shouting by now in Scottish accent. Yeah, that was a bad habit. I should really learn to control in which accent I speak....

Uncle was angry by now, and I could see it by the look on his face. Maybe I have gone too far? "Neither your mother, nor I have seen your father ever since he abandoned her in Liverpool," He began icily. "Which was a few months before you were born. It was because of her bad memories of him that we moved in London when you were little. Your father said he loved her, but the next day he was gone with no trace of him! There, are you happy now?" His whole face was red by now, making me back away in fright.

Nothing ended up good when he was mad.... "Why did he abandon her?!" I demanded without thinking. Another bad habit of mine.... "That, I don't know." He said absentmindedly and looked away with a frown. "And his name?" I asked, hoping to get an answer. "Not telling you." He retorted firmly, making me huff and march to our new fridge, taking some blackberry juice, pouring it into a glass and drinking it.

"Lily, don't..." I could suddenly hear Uncle Angus saying, making me raise an eyebrow while drinking when.... I couldn't breathe at all. It was an awful feeling, having an allergy, and I knew exactly what I've just drunk. I was standing stiff, my eyes wide when... I started sneezing uncontrollably, spitting the juice in process as well, and making Uncle Angus hit me in the back and look at me in disbelief.

"Are you out of your mind?!" He exclaimed angrily while showing me which juice I was drinking, making my eyes widen. It was a blueberry juice... I must have mistaken it for blackberry one.... "You know very well about your allergy! Are you trying to kill yourself?!" Uncle Angus was angry. Being allergic to blueberries was not nice. Not at all.

I shook my head while trying to get back to my senses. "Of course not!" "Lilette Chase, to your room, right now!" "Fine." I muttered bitterly while taking my book and marching up, not looking back at Uncle. "Of course, I was just a little child trapped in this big house.... With no right of knowing about my own father, nor my relatives....

Mother.... What was she doing now? Doing her business? Finding out other people's names, and commenting to Uncle how she doesn't like them? She despised names such as James, Scott, Emily, Gerald.... And there were many more, but those were the ones she really, really hated.... Whatever. I decided to take the book and read it, knowing I had nothing else to do.

Better that than to hear Uncle's scolding.... "Lilette Chase, how dare you, are you crazy..." I thought while rolling my eyes. Chase wasn't even my real name. It was Mother's maiden name, but because Uncle and Mother Dearest didn't want to tell me the name of the other parent, here I was, stuck with this last name.

I couldn't stand having a long name either, that's why I preferred being called Lily. If they used my full name, it meant I was in trouble. So, not knowing what to do, I spent my time reading, just waiting for this day to end....