This is my second story but I think I gave up on the first one. Sorry.
Not having a father may have it's ups and downs but I don't even care. He left us. Well so my mother says. When she's alone I hear her whispering to herself about how stupid she was getting with this guy at the end of the year. Apparently she was only eighteen when he got her pregnant. She said she wouldn't trade me for the world but I believe that if she could go back she would stop her self. So here we are in the normal situation of the shouting "You better clean your room younger lady" My mother was shouting at me from the other side of the living room. I was gripping the back of the couch and laughed my evil laugh "Never" My mother gave me her hard stare "If your not in your room in fifteen seconds you are going to be in big trouble" My mum is so cool "One" She had started the count down. I stood there with my arms crossed over my chest "Two" She stepped closer "Three" Another step "Fifteen"
"What-" Too late. She was running at me and I was on the floor. She was tickling me. I was laughing my head off "No stop. Get off of me. This is abuse" I shouted.
"No this is punishment Lea" She jumped off me and pulled me to my feet. I knew all her tricks. Sure I knew she was a dhampire and so was I. My mum is just one of those dhampires which doesn't want to be part of that world. I don't even care "Come on. Go clean your room" I nodded and scurried off. I grabbed my clothes off the floor and walked over to my wardrobe. The phone rand but I didn't pick it up. I knew it wouldn't be for me. I stared at the clothes in my hands and then threw them into the closet "No I didn't know that... I hope they don't come to us I mean I have a kid to look after" I thirteen. A teenager. "I understand that the strigoi number's are rising but I just-" I couldn't be bothered to listen after that. I shut my door and grabbed all my stuff and just threw it into the wardrobe which I think my mum was done by then. I walked out. My mother was at the table mumbling to herself again about this guy. I never did catch a name. Ever. "Hey mum" I asked sitting down. She looked up and she was snapped out of her trance "I have to ask this but I hear you mumbling all the time about this guy but I never ever get a name"
"it doesn't matter sweetheart"
"yer sure" I mumbled and I got to my feet "I just always wanted to know who my father was" Yer that was a lie. My mother looked at me like I was a freak "No" She said shaking her head and looking down "I think I just you know have the right to know these things"
"No you don't" She said to me pointing with her pen. I shrugged.
"I'm going to find out sooner or later so yer. Might as well tell me" She laughed at me and shock her head. Then there was a bang on the door.
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