Lie To Me. ♡ 5sos Fanfic

Chapter 1

"You're such a smart girl Ellie." He smiles.
"Zoe, We'll always love you." She promises.

"Zoelle...", they kneel, "We..."

"We're so sorry for your lost." I look up to the voice that catches my attention.

"Yeah.. uh.. me too." The words stumble in my mouth, realising that I was beginning to drift off.

My head sags on the tinted glass; my eyes seem to follow the endless whirl of white. The engine soars through my ears.

"She was... she was a lovely woman." This lady whom I have no idea is, begins to speak but I rudely cut her off.
"Is... she is and will always be a lovely woman." I snap.
She jumps; I start to feel sympathetic.
"Sorry..." I mutter.
"It's okay dear." She places her hand on my shoulder for uh... comfort?, "it's okay to be moody, no one blames you in being so."

I look at the women who sits next to me as she takes me far from my home. Far away from her. Her hair is almost angelic like strings of light that cover her face. The fact that she got me to go with her across the freaking world is completely insane.

Moody? Who the hell does this lady think she is? A therapist? I don't want to hear this crap.

"Just who are you? I've never seen you in my life?" I question.

Who does this lady think she is? To just waltz up at a funeral and tell me what the hell I'm feeling.

"We're almost there." She smiles. I give her a quick nod.
"Did you and my mum grow up together?" I question, trying to break through this awkward tension.
She nods, "I remember how I met your mum like it was just yesterday", she smiles, "She looked like a foreigner to us blondes." She shakes her pale hair in comparison to my dark hair.
"Us?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Mhm, I was close, to your father as well, though his hair is a tad bit darker than mine." She laughs and rubs her nose, "I swear, when your mother was introduced to your father, his eyes literally bulged out of his sockets." She makes a circle shape with her index finger and thumb on both hands and puts it on her eyes. She's pretty weird, but I think I could live with that.

"Your mother was a friend of mine... a great friend." Oh. "Back from high school; I flew from Australia on the accord of your mother's letter."

Mom's letter?

By time, our flight's wheels hit the runway; it's already 8:30pm and I'm pretty pooped. The lights brighten up the path, piers through my eyelashes; revealing the dark circles under my eyes and redness that coats my irises like a blanket.
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The car ride to my dad's feels like a hot stake is being pushed down my throat. The closer I seem to get to whatever thoughts I had to my apparent "father figure." A big beach house peaks through the trees almost like a sore thumb. What the hell is a beach house doing in the freaking middle of nowhere. I roll my eyes as I realise how big the house is than what it actually appears to be. The car ceases to a halt as the front door to the house swings open. I open to the door to the car and step out; rubbing my slightly callused hand on my arm.
"Um... hi uh... da-" he cuts me off with a bear hug, bring me to his chest.
"Ellie.." he breaths as if the fear was shaken off him.
He leads me up stairs and the lady... I mean Kim grabs my bags out of the trunk of the taxi. I think I'm comfortable enough to call her by her name... I think.
I step into this unknown world that was hidden from me for years. This was home. Home was where she is. I refuse to give in. The sense of unfamiliarity is clear on my face as my eye scan every trace of this room. Leaving nothing unseen. My eyes stop at a picture. A family picture, a picture where there wasn't any room for me and her.
My father's voice snaps me out of my trance, "I'm so sorry that—" I cut him off. I grit my teeth, my fist are balled by my sides, "Don't.. don't you dare act like you care; just because she's gone doesn't mean you could prance your way back into my life like the queen of bloody England!, " my words are spitting out like venom, "just because she forgives you for all the shit you put us through, doesn't mean I will, so don't get your panties in a bunch."
Kim and him share the same shocked expression, as I hauled my ass up the stairs in search for a bathroom. Once I find it, I walk inside; locking the door.
Sliding my way down to the floor, I sigh. I need a shower.
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The lukewarm water hits my back. I want to wash this away, wash this pain away. This agony is too much for me but my ego is too high to admit it. I close my eyes.

"What letter? There's a letter? From her?" Tears begin to swell up.

She nods and hands me the letter.

'To my dearest Zoe'

It's her... it's her handwriting.
With shaky hands, I literally ripping the envelope as if it was a barrier keeping me from my mother.

I unfold the letter and my thumb skims over the imprint my mom left behind with her pen. I could see it all clearly. Her brown hair so perfectly wrapped in a nest on top her head. She sits upon a desk, probably around 11pm or 12am; fidgeting a pen between her teeth as she tries to put the voice of her mind into the words of the pen. Her vivid green eyes races back and forth in desperation; finding her mistakes like a word search and constantly crossing them out.

Tears cascade down my creamy cheeks and onto the paper that seem to hold whatever that is left of her. What she left for me.

I begin to sob at the memory; it's so fresh, it's etched on the membrane I call a brain.

I croak as if my voice is hitch in my throat; my palms reaches the wet mess on my face.

'My sweet Zoe, I know I don't have enough time but I promise, what time I have left of it, I'll spend the rest with you. But this letter isn't suppose to be about me. It's suppose to be about you.
When I'm gone, we need to discuss out a course of action. Zoe, hun, I know you're going to hate this idea but I have no family left, you're my family and we live alone. In Alaska, I can't leave you alone in the house. I will be having you sent to your father's in Australia.'

My sobs become chokes, as I begin to hiccup my way out of this nightmare. She left me... She left me with him out of all people.

Yeah no it's not happening. Anything but my dad's. I completely and utterly refuse my mother's last dying request. As much as I love her; I will not live with him. And her, with his new family.
I continue on reading.
'I already call your father about this and he knew without me explaining a single thing. He'll gladly take you in sweetheart, he even has a room already prepared for you as well. You'll be safe and fine, my words; I swear. Live you life my girl, to the fullest as I did with you. Every second I spent with you was and still is my life to   the fullest. This letter will be sent to my best friend from high school. Her name is Kim. She'll treat you well. Stay safe baby, I love you.

Love mum.

Please don't leave me. I beg. Tell me this is just a never ending nightmare.

The ink on the paper starts to look a mirage of bliss as it collectively takes in my pain, my tears.

I look at the lady... I mean kim and take in a full view.

Her ginger hair looks like a ray when the sun sets that surrounds the whole sky. Her green eyes are darker than my mother's but it seems to reminds of the seaweed at the bottom of Australians' oceans. Her mouth meets at a frown when she scans over my makeup stained face. I could already feel the cursed black inkish hell slowly blinding the shit out of me. Kill myself.

Finally saying the last goodbye to my mother by putting a red rose on her stomach before they close her casket.

This will be the last time I'll ever see my mother. She will be forever part of Alaska's soil; Leaving me with my father.