Dear Diary,
Yes, I'm aware that I didn't sign off, but I wasn't done yet. Apparently, I have to make nine more bloody entries. Who decided that ten would be the number??
Anyway I feel abandoned by my father. It's like Dylan and I weren't enough for him. I don't have a bloody clue why me Dad and his wife decided that the final number would be fourteen. I didn't sign up for any of that silly rubbish. If you ask me, they should've stayed broken up. They're polar opposites on almost every subject and I don't understand they're still together. They literally fight like cats and dogs. I will never apologize to anyone about my opinion.
Dylan, me own brother, calls Dad's wife, his mum, but I will never do a silly thing like that. Why does he go on insulting me like that?? Amy would hate to know that her own son named another woman his mother. I was closest to my grandparents than I will ever be to Dad's wife. And what's worse is that Dad barely rings me. But I'm glad that he comes over to visit with his firstborn daughter.
When I first moved back to England, I looked forward to me father's visits. But now it's endless questions about why I left, when am I coming back and rubbish like that. Dad even had the nerve to say that he and Paula both miss and love me. Yes I'm full aware that me father loves me, as he should, but I don't need her love. So now when Dad either rings me or visits me, I pretend that I'm not at home and let every call go directly to voicemail.
Is it enough to just love me and leave it at that??
YOU ARE READING
My Own Fame (Sequel to 'The Trap')
FanfictionThis story follows the four oldest kids from 'The Trap'. Their four unique stories are written in their own hand as they try to find their place in this world and discover which life they will lead. Will they decide to have their own fame with their...
