For a start you can't be a one person family can you?
Watching these soap operas about a family sitting down talking through problems - or smashing vases across the room. I would be glad to have that at least, when they all sit around a table for dinner, they all see eachother more than an hour in the day. A family.
They worry about petty, trivial things, where as I worry about whether someone's going to break into the house again.
They pull together at the worst of times and not leave you with the cleaner assuming you'll be okay, because your strong.
It's all a bit complicated, and confusing, people think I have it so easy because I had it all when I was born, that may be the case but sometimes getting the wrong impression can be bad, especially if your way off.
You know how I said "perfect" families? That's what they all think I have, a perfect family.
Just me. Me and dad, when he's not working or coming home really late from work, which leaves us to be a perfect family every 20 minutes a week.
And then there's me and mum, another "perfect" family for about once a month. But it wasn't even that now.
Perfect? Or not so perfect?
And when things get tough I have a tendancy to drop everything and run.
In whatever direction, but just as far as way as possible from the lies and the arguements.
You'll never really understand until I pick my life apart, rooting in within to unfold events and occurences.
Certain events and occurences which changed my life in one way or another.
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I sat on the padded chair kicking my legs slowly as I picked at my dinner, I glanced at the clock every so often and finally gave in.
Swallowing the last piece of food I sighed taking the plate into the kitchen.
A woman in her mid thirties called Louise stood wiping the surfaces and cleaning the leftovers. She acknowledged my presence by smiling and taking the plate away from me.
"Did he...did he say what time he was going to be back?" I asked nervously.
Her smile turned into a frown as she shook her head silently.
This was a routine now, every day or almost every day I would ask this, and I would get the same answer, but I still asked hoping one day she'll answer with a positive answer like "He said he'd be back by 6."
But I was still waiting, I sighed again and sat down on the counter top.
No higher authority was present to tell me off for placing my butt on the surface top, if there was nobody to stop me, there was nobody to tell me off, so I did it anyways.
Sensing my sadness she spoke.
"Madeline, I am sorry." Louise the maid spoke.
I glanced at her, "It is not your fault." I replied coldly.
It was his fault.
"Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?" She asked.
I shook my head "Goodnight." I finished walking out of the kitchen.
I sat at the top of the stairs hearing her car rumble and leave I sighed feeling the same anger from previous days fill me.
I trudged to my room and slumped on my bed.
I know I was 16 and I should be happy that I get this house more of a mansion to myself, but it is so big it scares the hell out of me, especially when I am alone, which is everyday.
You see my father co-owns the stock market exchange company in London, so he rolls in the money, yes he does, and I try not to touch it, it's his earned money, even though he keeps stating he's doing this all for me, I do not see the point, I don't even know my father, I don't even know the one person who I can properly call my own in London.
So we live in the heart of this major big capital city, it's extremely busy at times, and yet my life is rather dull.
Since we moved all my father cares about is work.work.work and more work, oh and not to forget money.
I hardly see or speak to him, the only company I occasionally get is the maid who is hired to cook clean and do the laundry, and my friends which I invite once in a while, but because they live in the quieter areas of London it is hard for them to make their way to me.
It sucks.
I turned on my computer and loaded some songs, blasting them out I went onto msn to see if anyone worth talking to was online.
I saw that my best friend Evie was online and she sent me a message straight away,
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Evie (L) says:
Hey maddy!
MAD-DY. says:
alrite (:
Evie (L) says:
so what's doing?
Evie (L) says:
it's so cold outside !
MAD-DY. says:
nuh-thing! I know!!
MAD-DY. says:
guess who ISN'T at home?
MAD-DY. says:
=[
Evie (L) says:
your dad?
Evie (L) says:
gutted, maybe he has an important meeting?
MAD-DY. says:
he had 5 yesterday *rolls eyes.*
Evie (L) says:
maybe something important came up?
MAD-DY. says:
what at 10pm?
Evie (L) says:
maybe he's just caught up in a lot of work?
MAD-DY. says:
he spends more time at work then at his own home! come to think of it he spends like 7 hours of sleep at home and then it's back to work!
MAD-DY. says:
and plus he manages the bastard, he pays other people to do the work for him!
MAD-DY. says:
:@ im actually pissed off he forgot
Evie (L) says:
i'm sorry, i would come round but it's about to rain and i have no ride!
MAD-DY. says:
it's okay, forget it, i'm off, cyaa xx
Evie (L) says:
byee xx ly i'll ring you tomorrow if you want to come out, x
- MAD-DY. signed off at 22.03pm. -
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As much as I was angry right now I was tired and fed up of his excuses and lies, all he cared about was work, I bet he's forgotten he's left his 16 yeard old daughter at home alone again for the 6th year running.
But I was used to it now, if all he cared about was money, then all I cared about was my education and friends right now, because apart from that I didn't really have anything else.
I slipped into my bed and fell asleep immiediatley.
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My eyes opened to a sudden noise near to my room and I glanced at the clock anxiously.
1.13am it read, I looked around scared and got out of bed as I heard the floorboards creak outside my room.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
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It was also dark so I couldn't see too good, but I couldn't put the light on, it would shine under the creaks of the door letting the burglar know someone was in there, and he would either charge at me, or run away, either way I was not risking it!
I grabbed open a small draw and felt around for it, I knew I had found it as my skin touched the metal coating.
I gripped the knife tightly and squinted in the darkness.
The creaking had stopped but I could still here shuffling.
I gulped and I felt sweat drip off my forehead.
Standing two inches away from the door I held the door knob tightly with my hand and waited a for seconds before turning it slowly.
I willed my knees to stay still as my heart beat thudded through my chest.
I bit my lip nervously and a rush of panic went through me as I twisted the door knob quickly and yanked open the door holding out the knife in front of me in utter fear.
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