Love at War

Chapter 1

These memories that I tend to remember frequently, never leave my mind. Slowly the good thoughts are being taken over by the bad. Everything in my life has always had a problem. I can never make my own decisions. Do things that I desire. I want to be free and out there. I want to see what life gives me. I want to be in a different setting. I would like to know what I'm capable of. My thoughts and opinions will never matter especially when my father isn't here. My stepmother believes I'm a ruined child who was raised as an orphan. She wants to destroy all the "horribleness" that I contain. She believes going to an all-girl school would do the job. Which is nonsense. I believe I'm not ruined. I am who I am. I know my parents love me dearly, especially my mother. She would always throw parties in our home. In which I felt the warmth and admiration of all the decor. Families like the Davis, Cohen, Burgesses, and other three I can't remember. All she did was give me love, but ever since she passed away from tuberculosis. I was nearly eight years old then. Everything had changed. My father slowly drifted away from my life. He remarried. Left me with them, and made excuses of being swamped with work every minute of every day. The next thing I knew, I was chasing away dust. Washing dishes that weren't mine. Sewing dresses of the unpleasant stepmother of mine who gave me them.

About a year ago, at the age of seventeen, my name was being shouted out by Charlie, my maid, "Dear! Lilyanne!"

"Yes?" I come closer to her voice.

"Oh young miss, you're going to be happy when I tell you this!" she replied.

"Well, what's the matter, Charlie?"

"You're father is on the phone."She smiles at me.

"WHAT!" As I begin running with shock and excitement, "You should've told me sooner!" I started smiling to the point I couldn't feel my face anymore.

"I wanted to see your expression miss. Your stepsister is with her mother talking to your father. Wait your turn!" She smiles at me. I'm so excited. I haven't heard him for so long. I want to hear the stories of all his adventures. The places he's been. Even, when he's coming home!

I slowed myself to open the door of the living room where the telephone is. As I hear my step sister say. "Make sure to bring home new dresses for me to wear. OH! And father doesn't forget a set of earrings!"

"Oh! Stop hogging the phone. Let me speak to him!" My British stepmother says.

"Honey dear, when are you sending home money for the tuitions and the transportation?" As I was listening to her conversation. What did she mean about tuitions and transportation? "How dare you forgot about it. I've been talking about it in my letters. Have you not been reading them? I told you I wanted them gone by June."

"Sheesh mother, you don't have to be that straight forward of you wanting us to be gone!" my step-sister said.

"Gone?" I say. I feel my face beginning to rest. I kept repeating the words as I'm still standing behind the doors of the living room. I opened the door and deliberately slow my pace.

"Oh, darling. You know me too well." she smiles. "But it's for the best. You'll go off to Paris to finish school and bring home a husband." Rubbing her cheeks. "Oh, and that ruined boyish acting child as well." Rolling her eyes.

I quicken up my pace to stand in front  of her. "I'm going where!? Marry who!?" I yell with anger.

"Excuse you, how dare you speak to me like that!" She brings the phone up to her ear again, "You hear this! This is how your child has been treating me... us!" As she said so, she was looking at me with a smirk. As much as I just wanted to smack that terrible grin off her face, I just stood there helpless. She rolls her eyes, "You're father wants to speak to you." She hands me the phone and leaves the room. Her daughter follows as well.  

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