Didn't You Know What It Meant?

Chapter 8

Here is another chapter guys. I'm so sorry about the wait. I just, life had just been confusing for me for a while and then I've changed school as well and the workload has been upgraded by 3 essays more each week.  

So eh, please don't hate me that much and I know it's short but it's a start, right?? 

Oh, and if you don't like it, I'll take it down and put my other idea up if you want.

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Latitia POV

I knew I had made a mistake leaving my bedroom curtains open threw the night, I grumbled in my head as I began to move. Not that I wanted to but the sun's harsh morning rays left me with no choice. I sat up and ran a hand threw my hair. Ugh, it felt horrible and sticky. I took a look at it, my brain still not in gear, seeing the red running threw my red and black hair, a darker shade than normal. My hands tried to tug it out but all it resulted in was pain punching me on the side of my head. My mouth opened, letting out a silent scream at my splintering ringing in my ears.

***Flash Back***

The door slammed behind me as I put down my bag and took off my blazer and hung it up on the coat hook. 'Papa, es-tu dans la maison?'{Are you in the house?} I shouted in a large clear voice to the empty scene in front of me. The stairs still had a few boxes on them from the recent move in, but the window from the open plan kitchen was closed, casting a gloomy atmosphere. The strips of light from the shutters cut into the room in striations of floating dust.

My wonder on the dullness of the room was cut short as I heard a grunt from the kitchen. I followed and felt my blood boiling once again as I replaid the conversations I had with Scott back at school. *Military school...everybody wants to go the army* My hands formed into fists, preventing me from lashing out at my miserable excuse of a father in front of me.

He turned round from his pans, switching the cooker off. But nothing was surprising to him, not even the state I was in. My anger increased even further. He didn't even register the glare I was giving him. Instead, he gave me a smirk, a damn smirk. 'How was your day?' escaped his lips, in a crude imitation of an american accent. My jaw dropped at how good he was at his english, and yet, he hadn't been able to understand what he had done to me. 'Excusez-moi, quoi?'{Excuse me, what?} I gasped at him, the anger preventing me to come up with a smart ass reply. His gaze immediately dissipated to show what he had been hiding. The amusement had gone along with his good mood.

But I couldn't sense the threat in front of me with the adrenaline pumping through me. Instead, I welcomed it with open arms. 'Comment pourrais-tu?'{How could you?} I asked him, my eyes pleading for an answer but he shrugged as if it was a simple toss up. How could he not of noticed by this time? I should of stopped, but, I didn't. I was a crazy madwomen who forgot to asses her limits as usual and let her silly emotions take over her, just asking the consequences to be greater. 'Pourquoi as-tu pas dit à maman que tu n'as pas compris ce que tu m'es l'inscri? À cause de ton orgueil idiot, je dois aller à une école baisant militaire - école militaire! Ils sont fous là, avec leurs insignes et galons, défilent autour de la place, battent les enfants et tu me demandes comment ma journée a été?'{Why did you not tell Mother that you did not understand what you were enrolling me into? Because of your idiotic pride, I have to go to a fucking military school - military school! They are crazy there, with their badges and stripes, parading round the place, beating children up and you ask me how my day was?}

I halted as I caught my breath back. Now I had let it all out, I felt my shoulders become lighter. It was so good to let it out. I had no idea why I hadn't done it sooner. All the anguish, sadness, anger, lust I had felt in the whole day just emptied my body leaving me content. But as my eyes focused on Papa, they widened, making me become more alert to all the details: the raised hand, the red face, the exit behind him which I was too late to run too. But I was involuntarily frozen.