The Wallflower [ON HOLD INDEFINITELY: WRITERS BLOCK]

[Chapter One] 15 July 2012

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15 July 2012

I stepped out of the steaming shower and quickly grabbed a towel off the rack, and twisting my long hair into it. The steam had caused the mirror to fog up and I could faintly see drops of water making their way down the glass. I could hear the clattering of plates and utensils downstairs, no doubt my mother cooking again. I chuckled to myself and wrapped another towel around my body before heading out into my room.

I quickly dried myself off and put my clothes on. Heading back towards the full length mirror next to my closet, I cocked my head to the side and smiled, seeming satisfied with my choice of clothing for today as I took the towel off my hair.

My brown-blonde hair hung limply as water dripped down the ends and hit the carpet. I sighed and dried it quickly, brushing away the knots and tousling it just enough to give that, I just got out of bed, look.

“Adrianna, get down here honey, you’ll be late for uni” I could hear the annoyance in my mother’s voice and I rolled my eyes before I turned and bounded down the stairs to see her fussing over the kitchen stove. She turned her body slightly and I could faintly see her eyes rimmed red.

It was then that I realized what day it was today. The fifteenth of July. Bitter thoughts invaded my head and I walked over to my mother and pulled her into my arms, comforting her. I rested my head on her shoulder as she did the same and she let herself cry it out.

Three years ago we’d left the place that I had thought was my home. Well, at least, the country I called my home. England. Three years ago, my father abandoned us, and two days after he abandoned us, we’d left the country with no looking back. It had been three years since my mother and I had seen my father. For three years my mother had suffered the effects of heartbreak, and yet, I could see no signs of her ever moving on from my father. I guess she still had that hope that he’d come waltzing back in and take us back.

I knew better.

“Mum, its okay, you’ll be okay. It’s been three years, don’t you think it’s time to quit waiting for dad, he’s never going to come back and find us, I mean how could he? We’re all the way over here” I said, rubbing her back softly and ushering her towards one of the chairs. When she had taken a seat and her sobs had subsided, she seemed to finally make sense of what I had said, and that look of anger crossed her eyes as she looked at me.

“Don’t you dare say that, he’ll come for us honey, and I know he will” she said as she looked at me angrily. Her hair was in a bun and there were loose hairs framing her face. Despite all the pain she’d been through in three years and all the hardships, her eyes still held that same warmth and security in them.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes when I turned towards the fridge. Love was a stupid thing. You see, the thing is, you fall in love, you have kids and you live this perfect little life. But then one day, daddy dearest just gets up, and abandons his family. No explanations, no kiss for his only daughter and no goodbyes. If you really loved someone, you wouldn’t do that to them. And yet, my father did.

“I’ll see you later mum, have a nice day” I said as I gave her a kiss on the cheek and grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair. She nodded at me slightly and went back to cleaning the dishes silently. I took a moment to look at her for a moment. She was the exact reason I didn’t want to fall in love. And yet, you already have. A voice said in my head, and I pushed it to the back of my mind. No point pining for someone you’d never meet again.