the father

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"Kitty, wake up, that pan has been on my ship!" Father said storming into my room, he spat out peters name like it was a sour grape.

"And you are telling me why?" I asked him showing no emotion or nervousness.

"Because i thought you might of seen him, as you took such a shining on that foul child." He said in disgust with a screwed up face.

"I haven't seen him, i already said, Now go away i need my beauty sleep!" I exclaimed, smashing my head back into my feather pillow, stifling my giggles.

"Well if i ever, and mean ever, find out this boy has been on this ship again, the only light you will see is from the candle in your room!" He spat out the slammed my wooden door causing my room to shake. I felt tears coming to my eyes as i pulled the duvet over my head.

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