More Than A Book

There Is No Place Like Home

This chapter is based on episode 'Totally Switched'.

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"No, no and no." I responded firmly while marching out of the living room and avoiding eye contact with Uncle Angus. "Lily, please just listen!" He jumped over a kitchen table right in front of me. I shook my head with a frown. "There's nothing to listen. I'm not going and that's it!" I retorted with my anger slowly rising.

Now why was I acting like this? It was Mother's birthday tomorrow. The day where I had to spend whole time sitting at her boring birthday parties, where I had to listen to her and her friends' boring talks, the day when I just wanted to escape from the house...

Which was what I was going to do. I wasn't going to spend the whole day stuck inside the house again! Now, I prayed Jerry would have a mission for us tomorrow so I wouldn't have to be at Mother's birthday party... Fingers crossed.

"Lily, it's your mother's birthday!" Uncle Angus frowned. "Which I'm going to spend just like all the others before this one, stuck and bored!" I retorted. "Uncle please, I know it means a lot to you, but just... I still have my job, you know? I may be working tomorrow after all!" Uncle was looking at me unimpressed.

"So many excuses, yet neither one works with me." He said while folding his arms and observing me like a teacher would observe his student disapprovingly. I resisted the urge to laugh and kept my face straight. "You're going to the party tomorrow at 9 pm, and that's it!" Uncle Angus declared in a voice which told me not to argue.

I huffed but said nothing. I then walked out of the living room with a frown and decided to head for the attic. Uncle had to go to work now and Mother was on work too, so I'd be completely alone here... And this place was beginning to give some sort of comfort. Here, I could shout whatever bothered me, I could find out more about Mother, and....

There were no secrets. I quickly opened the box I had been looking through earlier. And, just as I moved a book out of the way, I saw.... Another paper. I quickly took it out of the box and started reading it. My eyes widened once I saw the date. It was 10th December 1987....

Dear Diary, I can't. I just can't live like this anymore. I've dreaded this day ever since he left... I'd even wanted an abortion, but my brother Angus convinced me not to, telling me that I couldn't do that to my own child...

And yesterday, it happened. The baby is a girl. She weighs 7.7 lbs and is 49 cm long. Angus is so happy... But, just looking at her makes me want to give her away for adoption or something like that.

Every time she looks at me with those dark brown eyes, it's like he's looking at me instead, laughing at me. I can't look at her without seeing him; she had his eyes after all...

And I couldn't find out what was writing next because... The paper was ripped off! "Fuck." I muttered just as I stood up. Mother was writing about me this time, I knew that much... I mean, 10th December was a day after my birthday! In other words, it was way too obvious.

Was this the reason why she was so cold towards me? Every time she looked at me, she would give me cold and angry stares, never smiles. Because when I looked at her, she would see him instead. That would explain it...

If I weren't so used to Mother's behavior by now, I'd be sad. She wrote here that looking at me made her want to give me away... Now all I was feeling was uneasiness, hurt and a bit of sadness. But I wouldn't be sad. It was a slight feeling, but there was no point worrying over something already known. I never cried over this, I haven't cried since I was little and no one will ever see me cry. The best thing was to keep your emotions bottled up, and let no one know about your worries and problems.