Lily Foxglove 5.2

Hey dudes =] So I said I was going to post this like two weeks ago and I kind of... forgot Oh well. It's here now and I hope you like it! xDudettex

When I had finished recounting the argument between me and Blake, and explaining to them that I had two weeks of detention to look forward to, they both looked speechless. Mum had a hand pressed lightly to her forehead and Paul was staring down at a knot of wood in the dining room table.

“It wasn’t that bad,” I said, chewing nervously on my bottom lip. “And anyway, I only did it to stand up for a friend.”

When no-one responded, I was forced to sit in silence for a couple of minutes whilst my Mum and Step Dad gave each other comprehensive looks.

Then Paul started speaking as if I wasn’t even there.

“This is exactly the sort of thing that I’ve been telling you about, Maggie,” he said, “it’s just another reason why we should do it now.”

Mum nodded weakly before Paul returned his hardened gaze to me.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, although I wasn’t sure that I wanted to find out.

“Me and your Mother think that it would be a good idea if you spent some time with your Father,” he said, still holding me firmly with his gaze.

“What? You mean go on a holiday of some sort?” I questioned. Why do I have to see Dad all of a sudden? It’s not like he’s bothered with me over the last eight years.

“You could say that,” Paul replied, his glare faltering ever so slightly.

“What do you mean?” I asked. I wanted the truth.

“Lily,” Mum replied, her voice wavering. She was wringing her hands. “What Paul and I are trying to say, is that we think you would be better off living with your Father for a while in Bristol.”

“W-what?” I stammered, feeling the tears start to well up in my eyes. It felt like someone had just kicked me in the stomach. “You can’t do this to me!”

“Lily love, it’ll be for the best,” Mum pleaded, trying to calm me down.

“No, it won’t! How can you say that?” I argued. I could feel my stomach knotting uncomfortably. “I’ll have a horrid time. I don’t have any friends there at all. I’ll have to start a new school, not to mention I have the most important exams of my life coming up.”

“You can do your exams at the school in Bristol,” Paul replied, plainly, his gaze still boring into me.

“How do you know that?” I asked, trying desperately to find some flaw in their plan.

“We’ve already discussed it with the Head Master of the secondary school that you’ll be going to there,” Mum answered, and I could tell that she was trying to make me feel slightly happier, but it wasn’t working.

I blinked back tears, though I felt a few escape and slide down my cheeks.

“So you’ve gone behind my back and planned all of this?” I spat, the hatred for them building up with every passing second.

“Well, what would you rather us do?” he replied. “Us plan out your new life in Bristol or just send you there without knowing what to do?”

“I’d rather you not force me to go at all, but you’re obviously not going to listen!” I exclaimed, standing up and wiping my eyes with my sleeves.

“Lily, you’re being stupid,” Mum said, and I could see tears in her eyes too.

“No. You’re the ones being completely stupid,” I shouted, as I turned to go upstairs. “I’m not going!” What were they thinking? My heart hammered against my chest and I felt hollow. What had I done to deserve this?

I jumped as I heard the sound of a chair being scraped back across the stone floor and fists banging on the table. Turning back around, I saw Paul standing up, looking livid. His uni-brow was lowered so low that it was pressing against his threatening eyes.

“Now, you listen to me and you listen good,” Paul started, his face growing more red with anger by the second. “You’re going to live with your Dad in Bristol and that’s final!”

“You can’t control my life!” I screamed, now letting the tears run freely down my cheeks.

“Tough!” Paul seethed, raising his voice so loud that it hurt my ears. I’ve never seen him so angry. “You’re going to Bristol and that’s that.”

“Do you know what?” I screeched, clenching my hands into tight fists. “Hate is a strong word, but I really, really don’t like you!” And with that, I fled upstairs to the safe haven of my bedroom.

The weekend flew by. Maybe it was due to the fact that I’d spent nearly all of it in my bedroom. I had only left it to use the bathroom and I’d made sure that I wasn’t seen when I did. The one time that I did cross my Mum on the landing, she had attempted a small smile which I’d ignored, giving her an icy stare in return. She had been trying to get me to come out of my room all of Friday evening, but Paul had eventually told her to give up as I could be a ‘stubborn cow,’ when I wanted to. Yeah, hearing that’s hardly going to make me want to come out of my room. Mum had been leaving food outside of my door at meal times, but I made sure that I left them untouched. Well the majority of them anyway. A girl has to eat.

School on Monday was uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to tell Roxy about my dilemma because I knew that she’d only start crying, which would make me feel even worse about being forced out of my own home. Roxy’s an extremely sensitive person and I don’t know how she’d react to hearing the news that I’m leaving to live with my Dad. The same Dad that hasn’t bothered to get in touch with me since me and my Mum left him eight years ago.

When I got home from school on Wednesday however, I was determined to have a little chat with my Mum and I knew that Paul wasn’t going to be there to interfere. When I entered the kitchen, she was standing with her back to me, washing up. She jumped when I spoke.

“I want to ask you a question,” I said, sitting down on one of the wooden dining chairs.

Mum looked a bit surprised that I had actually decided to talk to her for the first time in five days, but she didn’t look like she was going to pass up the chance of winning me over.

“What is it, love?” she asked, taking off her rubber gloves and walking over to join me at the table. I scoffed at the fact that she had chosen to address me as ‘love,’ but I pressed on.

“Who was in charge of making the decision?”

Her face crumpled as if the hope that I would forget about the fight had just vanished.

“Lily,” she began. “I don’t think we should carry on with this conversation.”

“Why not?” I asked sternly. “After all, it does happen to have an effect on my life.”

She looked nervous and she shifted in her chair slightly before she spoke again.

“We both came to the same conclusion,” she replied, although she had been looking at the floor whilst speaking.

“And who had the idea in the first place?” I asked, watching her reaction carefully.

She hesitated for a while before she spoke. “Paul did.”

That was more than enough for me.

“I knew it,” I said, as I got up out of the chair and turned towards the front door.

“You knew what?” she asked.

“Nothing!” I called, running to the door.

“Lily!” she exclaimed, but I wasn’t going to answer.

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