I’d fallen asleep that night fairly quickly. I didn’t really want to be conscious of everything that was going on around me. I didn’t want to think about everything, and I didn’t even want to be there. So quickly my life had changed over and over again, and it was beginning to get on top of me.
I’d heard Derrick arrive rather late that night, and not wanting to hear anything else, I placed my headphones in my ears and turned up my music to full volume. I didn’t even want to be aware of the fact that he was there, but that ship had long sailed.
And the next morning I woke up almost as fast as I had fallen asleep. It wasn’t my own body clock this time, but rather the loud banging on the front door. I rolled over, glancing at the time on my iPod that was still playing music, and realised that it was probably too early for my mum to be awake.
I peeled myself out of the bed and turned off my iPod. The banging only seemed to get louder and more frantic – possibly angrier. I didn’t even bother to look at myself in the mirror as I walked out of my room and into the upstairs hallway.
Annoyingly, my leg was of course still broken. It was difficult enough to get out of bed let alone walk down the stairs half asleep. My mum clearly didn’t care. But, after last night, it was apparent that neither did my dad.
My mum’s door was still tightly shut – they weren’t even awake yet – and so I investigated the noise on my own.
I walked down the stairs, and as I came into direct view of the door, I could see two silhouettes standing behind it. One of them reached out and banged again, impatiently.
It was at that moment I realised that it was my dad and one other guy although I couldn’t exactly tell who. Reluctantly, I reached out and grabbed the keys off of the rack just right of the door, and unlocked it.
Before I could even take the lock out of the door, my dad opened it and burst through. I jumped back, startled, and looked up at him as he angrily stormed into the house, followed by Zacky. He was calmer than my dad, and gave me an apologetic glance as he followed Matt inside.
“Is he here?” my dad demanded to know almost immediately.
I stared back up at him – the words of my mum echoing through my ear.
He didn’t want me.
He had never wanted me.
Finding me was a mere coincidence in that he was trying to cover up his affair.
I nodded, avoiding his angry glare and vacant eye contact.
“Matt, you can hardly go upstairs and hit the guy” Zacky rationalised, still looking at me.
“I need to get my fucking things, man, and how can I do that if he’s here?” my dad argued. “Think about it.”
“All I can think is that you need to calm the hell down. You need to let things burn out before you do this” Zacky argued. “I mean, look at your kid. She looks horrified.”
My dad looked down at me. I knew he was angry, but even still, the look in his eyes held nothing but contempt. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t seen it before. He had never wanted me.
“Is Derrick upstairs?” he spat.
I nodded shyly.
“I can’t fucking believe it” he laughed. “Not even two full days and he’s already sleeping in my bed? Pathetic. Rest assured, Charlotte, none of you will be staying in this house for much longer.”
I looked up at him clearly displaying the fear in my eyes. He had completely changed – or maybe I had just been enlightened – and his demeanour was all off. His body language read aggressive and he looked like he could explode at any minute – and any word.
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Imagine living with a family inwhich you are completely different. Imagine you come home one day to find a man telling you that you may have the wrong parents. Charlotte is whisked away by a social worker and is immersed into an unfamiliar world of...