A/N: of course it goes without saying, but no offence or humiliation is intended/directed at the Curnow family. ;)...
Charlie -Sitting in the car, I glance out the window as I watch my mother approach the front door of the aged house, knocking on it for somebody's attention.
I suddenly lean forward, anxious at the thought of being recognised. I would never usually care about this sort of thing, but now, I'm too scared to even step into the driveway of my own home, terrified that somebody may see me.
I suddenly hear my mother's voice saying 'here's the money' and 'let her out to live with us' in a firm tone. Holding my breath, I pray that this works and that I won't be calling an ambulance or the police anytime soon.
I suddenly jump out of my skin as mum enters the car. Clutching my chest, I look at her in shock.
"You okay?" She asks, worried.
"You scared me" I say.
"How?" She asks, amused.
"Don't know" I say, trying to catch my breath as I shake my head and wipe away my tears.
"You know, you've been pretty jumpy lately, pretty unusual from you" she observes.
"Don't be stupid, I'm fine" I say, but even I know I'm lying.
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Adeline -I sit on the couch at the Curnow's as I stare hard at the wall. I will not snap.
"Adeline-"
"WHAT?!" I suddenly yell, scaring both myself and George.
"Nothing. Nothing, I was just wondering if you wanted a drink, or something to eat, or...or..." He trails off, looking at me with sympathy. I glare at him.
"If I wanted a drink, I would've gotten one myself. Leave me the fuck alone, and stop looking at me like that" I say, leaning back on one arm as I try to stretch. Everything hurts.
"Right! Uh, sorry. I'll go" he says, leaving the room and shutting the door on me as he goes back to whatever he was doing.
I start pulling on my hair, bored. I don't know what to do. I just have this build up of rage inside me from everything that's happened over the past eight months. I can barely breathe. I'm blinded by the anger, only being able to see red. I nearly attacked Cassie and Charlie in the car earlier for picking me up and saving me.
I roll my eyes as Eliza suddenly runs in. Great, as if I needed more reason to be angry.
"Urgh, the vampire's back. Charlie, why can't you find a nice blonde, or something?" She asks, opening the door as she goes into the kitchen.
"Do you want to come back and say that to my face?" I hear myself asking, and before I know it, I've initiated a fight.
Eliza pokes her head back through the door and glares at me, as if I've committed a crime by speaking.
"Must you do that?" I ask, after she continues staring at me for a full five minutes, making me feel uncomfortable.
"Must you breathe?" She asks, flipping her long, curly hair over her shoulder.
"I wish I couldn't, believe me" I say, watching her every move. She walks into the room and sits on the TV cabinet, across from me.
"No problem, I can fix that for you tonight with a pillow, I'll hold it there until you stop kicking" she threatens, but I know she's all talk. I've actually had multiple pillows shoved over my face in my sleep by Andrea and Tamara. I think my brother did it to me once when I was a kid as a joke, bless his heart.
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Family Portrait (Fam Series #1)
Fanfiction(BOOK 1 IN THE FAMILY SERIES) Featuring Carlton Football Club She's lived a life in abuse, She's lost her mother and brother, And she has nothing but two friends to her name. Adeline Isobel (surname covered) lives in hell. That is, until one day...