My life.

9. Emilia

Present:

Now we move on 2 years later. My father had had a couple of unsteady jobs since then. He had also published a book by the name 'Patag' you won't find it, it was an unsuccessful waste of paper :)

At this stage in the story I was 11, he is 32 and currently lives above the pub he works in as a chef. He is also dating an 18 year old named (A/N CHANGING HER NAME) Emilia.

YES I said 18, that's 14 years difference if your wondering.

Anywhoo...

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Past:

I was sitting in the room next to my fathers with my 9 year old friend Samantha and my 5 year old sister. It was a small room with 2 single beds one on each side horizontally with a window between. The covers for both beds were blue and the material itchy giving you the occasional rash if you were not to wear the appropriate clothing.

I was sitting on the left side with my sister whereas Sam was sitting on the right when we heard clattering and banging coming from the next room. With the knowledge that my father was downstairs working I was confused as to what was going on so I went to investigate.

When I came upon my fathers room I saw Emilia packing some suitcases in a hurry but decided to talk to her and question my father instead.

I went down to my fathers kitchen where he stood leaning against the doorframe smoking a cigarette (A/N WASN'T HE PRODUCTIVE! 😂) "Daddy?..."

"Yeah?"

" Are you and Emilia breaking up?" He choked on his cigarette smoke. "No" *cough**cough* "why?"

"Because she's packing up her things.." His eyes widened.

"What?!?" He swiftly stubbed his cigarette out and bounded up the stairs to his room.

I decided to go outside with Sam to find a nice quiet place in the pub garden, taking Alicia with us.

After around an hour of preoccupying ourselves we saw Emilia run out of the main pub doors carrying 2 pink suitcases and a handbag. Her hair was on end and her eyes puffy, a sign she had been crying.

I told Sam it would be a good idea for her return home and that I would see her tomorrow for her 10th birthday party.

Once she had left I took my sister back upstairs only to find u dad standing in the kitchen leaning against the table top smoking yet again another cigarette, also with puffy eyes.

"She was cheating" he stated before I could question.

"I-"

"She cheated. On me. With some 19 year old guy!" He'd already interrupted me so I decided Toledo quiet.

" What has he got that I don't have?!"

(A/N OH I DUNNO PATRICK,

MAYBE... A LONGER LIFESPAN, THE SAME INTERESTS, NO KIDS, HIS OWN PLACE, A FUTURE, MONEY, A BIG-)

"I don't know" I replied with a whisper.

(A/N CAR... I WAS GONNA SAY A BIG CAR! YOU DIRTY MINDED PEOPLE... 😉)

I looked into the hallway where 2 big black bags were laid.

"What's-"

"That's all the things she left..." He interrupted.

"Mainly High heels, flowery tops and make-up" I ran to the black bag and ripped it open. High heeled shoes, floral tops and make-up! My 3 favourite things! (A/N THOUGH NOT ANYMORE. I DESPISE MAKE-UP)

I dived into the bag and minutes later I was surrounded by everything girly. Out of the selection I had finally picked out a big make-up bag that I had stuffed with expensive designer make-up I would never use until it barely closed. I had also picked out a blue strong strapped top with a small white floral pattern and frills at the bottom.

Finally after stashing the stuff away I completely forgot about my fathers worries and went to sleep in my bed.