Things Are Not Alway As They Seem: Chapter 3

Walking through the door I realised i had one less worry than first thought at least i didn’t have to deal with my mother as i had walked out of school meaning she would not be back from work yet. 1

i decided that I needed to get my arms sorted and a long sleeved top on before I did have to deal with my mum. As i slathered the anti-septic cream on the backs of my arms I felt a twinge as the cream worked its way in cleaning out the wound so it wouldn’t go septic. i hadn’t done this in years not since i was little and i used to get grazed knees back then my mother had done it for me but now i was a big girl and apparently had to do everything by myself. Something that i hated a lot of the time. Why did it all change when you got even the slightest bit older ? I was thirteen when my mum gave up trying to look after me she didn’t really worry anymore. She obviously thought I could look after myself when a lot of the time i needed more support and advice than i would ever need from anyone. The rest of my family never really saw it either i was always the happy perfect one whos life was mapped out for her. my Dad definitely care anymore. 2

He had stopped sending cards a few years ago now maybe when I was ten and i hadn’t even had a call from him in all this time. Most people wouldn’t believe it but my dad had never been the reliable sort or at least not when i was around. He had run out on me and my mum when i was two and i had seen him two or three times a year until i was seven or so then the visits just stopped it may have been because of his new family. 3

He’d met his high powered Company owning wife at a conference and apparently they had hit if off straight away or so I was told in the letter he had sent me to tell me about them. He couldn’t even get up the guts to tell his daughter that he had met someone else let alone let her come to the wedding. I had always hated him for that. i never met her and i certainly never met their two perfect children, her half brother and sister, i had heard things from my cousin Lulu a few times but nothing else. 4

Lulu was the closest thing I had to family, she was always there for me no matter what I wanted or needed. She would always listen and I could tell her anything and it would never get back to my mother she was amazing. But at twenty five and with an amazing model boyfriend she had little time for me anymore. I could still call her if I needed her and I knew she would always help me in times of trouble but I wouldn’t tell her this. Not about how I felt because I know she wouldn’t know what to do with me. No one would. I’d tried and failed many times it wasn’t worth it anymore .5

I was just finishing my bandages and returning all the stuff to the cupboard when I heard the door go and I looked at the clock. My mum was home early, very early like an hour this was amazingly uncommon since dad had left. She avoided the house as much as possible so worked way more than she needed to, to do so. It was just that she missed the happiness and crowded feeling the house used to have. To put it mildly my father was a presence, he always has something to say and always seemed to just let out this aura it filled the house. It was something I had grown up with, I had never felt alone and I never was, the nanny saw to that. 6

My mum then hustled through the kitchen door and looked up in shock when she sore me and he eyes widened even more when she saw the bloody shirt and the bandages covering the width of my arms. 7

“What the hell happened to you ?” she asked obviously startled. She looked wind swept in the way only a high powered woman could. Her long blonde (dyed) hair was swept out of her face like she had been pushing it out of her face with her hands constantly, the black jacket she wore over he still crisp white shirt had an extra button open and the cuffs of her shirt were hanging out the edges. I could tell just from this it had been a hard day, she only fiddled when it took intense thinking. She stood in front of me her lawyer face now on her, she was stone cold, hard only looking for the truth nothing more and nothing less as she always told her clients. She did this to me frequently when I was a child it was the only way she could get anything out of me. 8

“I fell against a wall and fainted they sent me home.” this was technically the truth well most of it. 9

“Oh honey okay, well clean this up please. I’m heading back to work so I will be home real late if at all. I love you.” She said this pressing her cheek to mine and making a kissing noise. She couldn’t mess up her newly applied lipstick not even for her only daughter. 10