Story of Simon Cowell's daughter

Chapter 8

@AnnBearCowell_: In car, going to visit mommy. Haven't seen her whole year. 

I'm in back seat of dad's Bugatti. I'm excited and kinda scared in same time. I haven't seen mom in whole year. I didn't know what to expect. I miss mom. But I don't know if she misses me too. She haven't even called whole year. 

"Dad?" I said to dad who was driving us. 

"Yes baby girl?"

"Will you stay there with me and mom?" 

"I'm not sure. Um... I got something, well, something else to do." 

"Please daddy." 

"I don't know Ann..." 

"Daddy... Please... She won't bite." 

"Agh, okay." 

"Thank you daddy." 

"You're welcome baby." 

After 20 minutes we arrived in front of mom's house. We all used to live in here. I miss those times, we were all happy... Happier than ever... I started crying silently when I saw that house. Dad stopped the car and I got out. I rang door bell. I heard some footsteps and door opened. 

"H-hi." I said scared while crying. 

"Ann why are you crying?" Mom asked me. 

"This house..." It was all I could say until I started crying again and mom hugged me. 

"Ann-Bear... I missed you." I snuggled close to her. 

"I missed you too mommy."  Dad just stood there watching us. Mom mouthed him something like, Look what you've done to our family, I think she didn't realize I can hear her, but I did. But I didn't planned on letting her know that... Dad just looked at her with sadness and pain in his eyes. It hurt me to see them both like that. 

"Let's go in." Mom said. 

"Um, okay, I won't stay long. I got something important to do." 

"More important than being with me and mom?" I yelled and ran to kitchen. I closed the door and locked it. 

"Ann! Open the door!" I heard mom yelling. 

"No!!" I said while searching for something. Finally. I found it. Knife. I haven't done this in long time. I heard voices in my head coming back all over again screaming at me all those horrible things I've been fighting with, all these time. I couln't stop myself this time, I took knife and cut. One cut by one. Until my hand was covered in blood. I sat on ground and watched myself bleed. It was painful, but good pain. In that moment mom and dad walked in. 

"Ann!!" Mom screamed when she saw me. They both ran to me putting some kitchen cloth over my hand to stop me from bleeding. Mom and I cried. She hugged me and kissed my head. "Why baby girl? Why?" She asked me. 

"Because..." Was all I said. I couln't tell her anything. She wouln't understand. No one would. I'm alone.