Abandoned, chapter 1
Life was normal for me. I had a big house, a rockstar dad and tons of friends. Well, the only thing 'not normal' about me was my dad, but oh whatever. He was popular. Sometimes I thought that the girls were only friends with me because of my dad, but it didn't really matter to me that much.
On my thirteenth birthday, I woke up with a bad feeling in me. I mean, maybe it was the feeling of dread. Normally on my birthday, my dad would come into my room with Mum, singing happy birthday. He would never sing one of his own songs to me. No matter how much I asked him, he wouldn't.
But this day, I lay alone in my bed. It was almost twelve o'clock, and surely Dad wpould be awake. I lay there for five minutes then got up.
I tip-toed down the stairs in case they had a surprise for me. Maybe they thought I was too old for a party. I was a teen after all. I suddenly felt as if I was going to be sick.
I looked downstairs for Dad, in the kitchen, in the bathroom. Mum wasn't going to be there because she'd gone on holiday with some of her mates. Dad wasn't downstairs. Then I remembered he'd just come off tour, and he had had a gig last night. I went back upstairs, and into my Mum and Dad's room. I shook Dad, and I heard a groan. He turned over, his black hair covering his face. He stretched and yawned. "Millie? Is that you?" I shook my head saying that it was Ellie, his daughter. Who was Millie anyway?
I went over to the other side of the bed, to give him a hug and remind him that it was my birthday. I felt a lump. Maybe Mum had come back early. But that was wistful thinking. What I found was much worse.
"Dad!" I screamed. "Oh My God, Dad, who's this?"
The girl shrieked and covered herself with the blanket. I sat down and cried. "Dad, you wrecked everything. Why did you ruin everything?" I was shouting, yelling everything. I was so angry. I ran outside the room and grabbed the phone. "I'm ringing Mum up NOW to tell her what you've done!"
Suddenly Dad jumped up and picked up the lamp. "If you do, I'll whack this thing over your head, and you'll pay for it!"
My eyes widened and I stepped backwards. "Mum won't come back after this." Dad declared. "I'm killing you and posting your dead body to her doorstep."
"Why? Mum lives here."
He snorted. "Is that what you believe? Where did she tell you she'd gone?"
"She said.. she was on holiday with her friends..."
I realised what dad meant. I shivered.
"Oh, and Ellie, this is Millie."
On my thirteenth birthday, I woke up with a bad feeling in me. I mean, maybe it was the feeling of dread. Normally on my birthday, my dad would come into my room with Mum, singing happy birthday. He would never sing one of his own songs to me. No matter how much I asked him, he wouldn't.
But this day, I lay alone in my bed. It was almost twelve o'clock, and surely Dad wpould be awake. I lay there for five minutes then got up.
I tip-toed down the stairs in case they had a surprise for me. Maybe they thought I was too old for a party. I was a teen after all. I suddenly felt as if I was going to be sick.
I looked downstairs for Dad, in the kitchen, in the bathroom. Mum wasn't going to be there because she'd gone on holiday with some of her mates. Dad wasn't downstairs. Then I remembered he'd just come off tour, and he had had a gig last night. I went back upstairs, and into my Mum and Dad's room. I shook Dad, and I heard a groan. He turned over, his black hair covering his face. He stretched and yawned. "Millie? Is that you?" I shook my head saying that it was Ellie, his daughter. Who was Millie anyway?
I went over to the other side of the bed, to give him a hug and remind him that it was my birthday. I felt a lump. Maybe Mum had come back early. But that was wistful thinking. What I found was much worse.
"Dad!" I screamed. "Oh My God, Dad, who's this?"
The girl shrieked and covered herself with the blanket. I sat down and cried. "Dad, you wrecked everything. Why did you ruin everything?" I was shouting, yelling everything. I was so angry. I ran outside the room and grabbed the phone. "I'm ringing Mum up NOW to tell her what you've done!"
Suddenly Dad jumped up and picked up the lamp. "If you do, I'll whack this thing over your head, and you'll pay for it!"
My eyes widened and I stepped backwards. "Mum won't come back after this." Dad declared. "I'm killing you and posting your dead body to her doorstep."
"Why? Mum lives here."
He snorted. "Is that what you believe? Where did she tell you she'd gone?"
"She said.. she was on holiday with her friends..."
I realised what dad meant. I shivered.
"Oh, and Ellie, this is Millie."
