Taming of Leo

Acting all emo part 1

1.15am.

I lay sprawled in my bed staring into the ceiling after studying, sighing occasionally. That was unlike me. Thinking of a problem and not even sleeping because of that. I blinked away sleep from my eyes, and shrugged into a cardigan, after putting on my furry rabbit slippers.

Then, I braided my hair into a French plait, and got downstairs without calling Eleanor or switching on the lights. I seriously needed for coffee if I were to stay awake. And some food. There was some wine in the fridge, but I rarely took them out. I was not legally aged enough for wine, but sometimes when I was upset, I took them.

I sat at the kitchen and opened the cork of a wine bottle in the darkness, heaving another sigh, and taking in a shuddering breath, rubbing my temples. Why was Leo getting on my nerves so much? He was just another player who was playing with my mind.

Then I thought about what I have not told him. I have not even told him that my 'mama' had died of a car accident when I was ten. I had spoken of her like she was still alive, and he had told me with a smirk that she and I were so funny a pair.

My dad would never come to this house. Even if a million years passed, nobody would visit this house. He had said he had taken care of me enough; when mama died, he immediately bought me a house in America, and left to England.

A 'new start', that was. Without me. 

He re-married a woman who was supposed to be beautiful and angelic, and he never gave me a call. It was not because of any reason. He had never liked me even before mama died- he was not my real dad. My mama had re-married a guy after my real dad died.

I wore dark clothes, especially black because I wanted to look stronger. Why had I told Leo that? I had not even told Eleanor, my almost grandmother that. I had so many servants in the house- Eleanor, John, Tina, Sonia, Greg, Mitchell, Bill, and Lea. Yet I always felt alone.

I rubbed my arms, shivering. It was cold for mid-summer.

Pouring the wine into a glass, I sighed once again. I was so pathetic. Acting all popular among the boys and girls in Lerwick High, and drinking wine illegally at home with all servants asleep and nobody really caring for me.

It was like living a double-life.

To take a swig, I threw my head back, the glass at my lips-

The glass slipped from my fingers and dropped to the floor with a shatter into pieces. I swallowed, and looked at the person who was in front of me.

"L-Leo?"