A girl with a love for the sea and a man who's in love of the thought of being on land.
When two worlds collide on the same cursed day, land and water, will they mix beautifully or leave a trail of sadness?
Scream after scream, the maids ran away from her room, leaving (Y/n) to laugh to herself and slap the air. It was fun, seeing them miserable. It made her feel less angry.
"(Y/n). Come to my office." A stern voice said through her stand phone. Her father. Great, now what does he want. She rolled her eyes.
She pressed the button, "What do you want?" She spat. She hated her father, doesn't want anything to do with him.
"Come to my office. Now." He replied, a sigh coming from his lips. She can already see him massaging his temple and the unseen sight made her smirk.
"Ugh, later old man. I'm busy." She crosses her arms frowning. She really didn't want to deal with his self rightousness whining. It gave her a head ache and boredom.
"Come here now (Y/n)! I dont have time to deal with your trouble making ass, I have a lot to do!" He screams to the phone. This made her blood boil.
"Then why don't you just leave me the hell alone and go to your damn job! That's all that's ever important to you! I don't need you!" She screams back, tears threatening to spill, trying so hard not to let out a sob.
Silence. (Y/n) wiped a tear that fell from her eye. She gave out a silent sigh, "Get away from me." Then pressed down the end call button.
She put on her gray sleeping shorts, a black oversized hoodie, her phone and her earphone, along with some clothes and shoved them into her bag. Stomping right past her father's office that was beside the staircase, she smirked.
She planned to stay at the cabin by the beach. Carrying the bag that her mother gave her. A blue leather bag that had a small diamond in the middle.
It was a present when she turned 17, now she's almost turning 18 she guessed her mother planned another present.
"Miss (Y/n), may I know where you are going?" A maid asked looking down, she was too intimidated by her to stare back. "Don't come look for me." Before the maid can even protest the front door slammed roughly on her face.
The maid only sighed, she was used to her master's ministrations. 'Not like it was her fault anyways, she was akid' the mansion maids, cooks and other more says.
And hell they did have a point.
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(Y/n)
Ugh. It felt great to get away from that god awful house. This cabin feels more like home. It felt more... familiar. More cheery, happy. Complete.
I say down the newly developed hammock. Nana Anna and Papa Joseph helped me set it up a few weeks ago. Right now, they feel more like family rather than my own.
"What a nice life I have." I whisper to the wind closing my eyes to take a deep breath, assessing my new situation for a week.
I'd say the mansion was close to the sea shore, by close I meant an hour and a half ride away from the mansion. Yeah, you'll say that it's quite far in your perspective. But growing up, my mother was thrilled with adventures.
She filled me with stories, love, hope, music. You see my mother was a free woman. Free spirited, she was absolutely lovely to be with. When we were complete, dad would build a fort made out of our blankets, he'd hang Christmas lights around the cabin and inside the fort.
We'd watch Disney movies, and sometimes mom would pick out the horror movie dad hates and he'd hide under the cover to block half of the TV's screen out of his view.
Sighing once again, I plugged my earphones in and played a Lewis Capaldi song. Walking in the cabin, I grabbed the broom and started sweeping.
It's only 4:23 pm anyways so I have time to clean. I wiped the windows and made the bed, cleaned the bathroom and checked the outlets and devices if they were still usable.
The fireplace was still usable and so was the TV and there was still running water so, yeah, I'll live.
I've stored enough food for one person here anyways. The walls were still covered with the pictures of the three of us. Christmas morning, lazy Fridays and Saturdays. And my parents anniversaries.
I picked the one where it was my 6th birthday. We were so happy. With me holding cake, my dad showing off his wine and mom with a peace sign.
We all looked so happy. I wanted it all back. But I can't cause my mom is married to another man now. And they had twins. No, I'm not mean to them. They we're really nice, the twins, Rain and Wayne we're so very cute.
I was closer to my mom's family rather than to my dads. He looked tired out now, always stressed. He's doing it to himself, not interested in him now anyways.
Opening the fridge, I pulled out a potato and a boneless fish. Sliced the potatoes and boiled them while I fried the fish covering the fish with mayo, and adding sour cream to the potatoes then oregano and I'm ready to go.
I set my dinner down the table outside the cottage and sat down, breathing in the fresh smell of the sea, I smiled.
I haven't felt this content and relaxed since my parents divorced. Damn, and I was still a kid. Great parenting there folks.
What I didn't know was a tear fell down my eye again, I wiped it away for the 2nd time then shoved my food in my mouth, enjoying the quiet, cold night.q
