I made this earlier than I thought I would! XD how about in the future we all update once every day or two? If we all update daily, that will be four updates every day! Lucky readers.. ^o^ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marie's POV ------------ I paused on my way up the staircase when I heard Phillip shouting at Lily. Did he have to do this every day? I thought of the many times he had scolded poor Lily for nothing. It angered me. She was his own daughter, yet he treated her so cruelly! I remembered when he first started drinking. It was the fateful day when his wife, Carol, had left him. The last he had heard from her was a postcard from Brazil, assuring him not to expect her to come back. Ever since then, he has been a drunken man. Every once in a while, he resorts to violence. Sometimes, he gets out of control and strikes Lily. He never goes too far, however. I am grateful he only ever hits her once or twice. As I am thinking these things, I can hear him shouting. Lily is crying, and is yelling back. I am nervous. Phillip doesn't like it when Lily retaliates.... I suddenly hear Lily crying out in pain. I wait a moment, assuming Phillip would leave her, as usual. But her pained outbursts continue. I rushed back down the stairs, through the hall, and burst into the dining room. Phillip was whipping Lily with all his strength. "Who's the boss here? Are you the head of this family? What makes you think you can do as you please, ungrateful little bitch!" He shouted, not seeing me. I charged forward and got in between them. I gasped as the whip struck my face, most likely leaving a huge welt. I held my ground, though, and looked Phillip straight in the eye. "Enough." I snarled fiercely, "You leave this girl alone." "What is your place? Leave us as we are! I am the head of this-" "Phillip!" I shrieked harshly at him, interrupting his lunatic ranting. He lowered his gaze and stalked away angrily. I watched him go before turning to face Lily. Lily was curled into a ball, tears streaming down her silent face.
Father's (Philip) P.O.V *** I clenched my unsteady fists as I marched towards my study.My veins popping out; my face bright red. "Interfering ****" I muttered under my shallow breath. I pushed open the pathetic door, tiny under my gigantic build, and slammed it after me.The cries coming from bellow were usually music to my ears...But now I need a break.There was no time for Lily or Marie.I was sick enough of them answering back to me. I would get revenge later though... My black pupils soon found the elegant bottle of red wine, hidden away inside a pillow as not for prying eyes.It's aroma drawing me in,pulling me closer as if I were under a witche's spell.A witche's spell with no way out... My eyes fixated upon it as I crept closer, like a lion stalking it's prey. I winced as the cork flew out, hitting a long sleek black desk.With little concerned for the damage,I poured myself a large amount of the enchanting red liquid into a tall wine glass, once strewn across the soft fabric carpet. I sighed in realief as serenety swept across my formal attire.I shut my drooping eyes as the alcohol took its course...Causing past events of my life to flood back to me..And Carol...But mostly how life used to be.
Enzo P.O.V •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I wish everyone was as nice as the lady from the diner. I continued to walk the weird town with no destination what so ever. Sweat started to build up on my forehead after 2 hours of wandering. "Where am I?" I must've been 50 miles from home. I turned and tried to see if anything thing could tell me where I was: maybe a sign, landmark, something but no all I found was a mansion with a long driveway. "Damn, I'm lost" I walked up to the mouth of the driveway to ask the gate man where I was. "Excuse me sir, may I ask where we are" I asked politely, "We are in London." London!
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Enzo P.O.V. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• London! How was I in London? That must've mean't that I didn't walk 50, I walked 70. How was I not tired or better yet dead! "Thank you, sir" I walked away, thinking. How was I suppose to get back to SouthHampton? That question roamed my mind as I explored the vast, beautiful city. I found a hotel and slept there for the night, I had to figure something out; was I going to stay in London? Or go back to SouthHampton? I remembered my parents and my promise. I was going to stay, but where was I going to live? I knew that I would go broke if I stay here and how was I even going to make any money. I caught a cab and went to the nearest cafe, maybe I could get a job as a barista. I walked in to the silent, well I wouldn't say silent medium size cafe, it had a shiny, brown coat to it like it was just put there and the aroma made me feel as if I was a whole different person