lunatic

chapter 3

I don't know what time it is but I wake when I hear footsteps in the hallway. I'm a light sleeper and I know mums and dads room is downstairs so it's weird that they would be up here. The events of tonight hit me and I realise it could be mum. Sure enough, I'm right. The door opens slowly and mum creeps in.

"your creepy" I laugh when she turns around to face me. She jumps. Not realising I was awake. She's wearing undies and one of dads tops. She comes and sits on the bed. I lift the blankets in an attempt to offer her to lay down with me but she shakes her head. She's not going to be here long then.

"I just came to see what happened with you and your father. He didn't seem happy." she says. I nod and face the ceiling. I explain what happened and she seems proud when I'm done.

"That's a good thing sweets. That means he's seeing that you can look after yourself. He was just upset because you know what he's like when it comes to him being lower to people. He doesn't allow it. He never lets anyone stand against him, or his orders. And because your his daughter it would have looked even worse." she explains my father anger and tries justified his actions but I already know what he's like.

"Please just tell him I'm sorry. And I really want to go to sleep mum, goodnight" I say, basically kicking her out. She nods and leave the room. I don't fall asleep for a half hour but when I do I go straight to the recurring nightmare. Something I can't get out of. The only negative about sleeping for me. The dreams that come with sleep.

When I wake in the morning I have a slight headache, one that I will just walk off. I get out of bed and get dressed in my everyday thing. Just like my mum and dad, I have an everyday known outfit. I put on my black half top that goes around my neck. I put on my black short shorts, they aren't really aren't shorts, they are more like high waisted underwear. I walk over to my wardrobe and grab out my clear ankle long skirt, your can see right through it but your can tell it's black. I put on my black heels and head over and do my makeup light purple and dark. Making sure to add a little bit of sparkle. That's my colours. I finally know them I understand what I go for. Black, purple and hint of sparkle. I always thought I was just purple but I'm standing here looking at myself and I notice I'm mainly black. Maybe that should be my colour. I leave my room and walk down stairs. Planning on getting breakfast but mum and dad are cooking. This is a nice surprise. Mum turns around, knowing that I had just entered the room.

"Good morning." mum greets. My dad turns around and smiles at me. Looking up and down my outfit.

"I like that on you. Those colour suit you" he says, turning back around to keep cooking pancakes, by the looks of it.

"Moring, thanks daddy" i say and go and take a seat next to mum. She looks my outfit up and down.

"Your not wearing much purple today. I thought you liked purple?" she questions all the black. I understand why she questions all the black. Batsy. I sigh and look up and into her eyes.

"I don't know. I kinda like it. Don't you?" I ask. She giggles like a maniac and dad joins in. I sigh.

"It's got to much black. I think anyway. Puddin, what do you say?" she says looking over to daddy. He turns and looks at me. he shrugs and turns and flips a pancake.

"I think she can wear what she wants. We tried making her like our signature colours and I guess you do wear black and red. She wears black and purple" he sighed. I'm thankful for him standing up for me. He knows I don't like being judged. So does mum but dad has a deeper understanding. Mum rolls her eyes and sighs loudly.

"Fine. I'm bored Puddin. I want to go out!" she whines. Nobody can deny anything when she uses that voice. Almost everyone lets their guard down when she's like this, that's what gets them killed. Daddy turns around with a big smile on his face, knowing that he made this girl. He made her into the person she is today.