I woke up, feeling pressure on my chest. I opened my eyes, seeing my little sister with her hands on my chest, leaning forward to look into my eyes.

"Lizzy!" I called, aggravated.

"Mum's gone mad." She said, shakily. The little eleven-year-olds eyes were fighting back tears. I jumped to my feet, and walking out to hear loud crashes on the floor.

"Alice!" Called father. "Please calm down!"

"Not unless we move! I saw it last night! A rabbit with a waist coat, it was. A pocket watch, too!" She stammered.

Our maid tried keeping us back but I rejected and went into the kitchen as well.

"You've gone mad!" He yelled.

"I swear, Hamish," she spoke, walking to her husband and dropping to her knees, holding his hands. "I'm not crazy."

He snatched his hands away from her and walked off to make a call. This wasn't good at all. I went over to mother, who was on the kitchen floor crying and holding herself. I bent down by her side and cradled her in my arms.

"I saw it, too." I spoke softly into her ear. She stopped crying and looked up at me. I didn't know why she was so afraid of this place, but it scared me to realize she hated it so.

"Tell your father."

"But-" I started.

"Tell him," She bellowed at me. "So that if more than one person knows about this, it won't make me seem like the only one."

My brother, who was younger than me by two years looked at us and shook his head. He had mother's blonde hair and blue eyes, whereas Lizzy and I had our father's orange hair. She had his eyes, I had green ones.

"Women, all emotion and NO logic, whatsoever." He said. I left mother and walked to him.

"You're foul! You're a right foul git, do you know that?"

"Because you're crazy, I'm foul?" he asked. I smacked him across the face.

"You don't know what we're experiencing." I yelled. Our maid tried to calm me down but I raised my hand, again, slapping him once more.

"Leilani, stop!" called Lizzy.

"Elizabeth go to your room." I spoke. There was a knock at the door and the maid went to go get it. Father came marching back out and looked at us all. It was silent. Mother sat up, sobbing uncontrollably now.

"They're coming for you." He spoke, pointing at mother.

"Who?" I asked.

"They're taking your mother to an asylum." He said. He must have been relieved to get rid of her after all these years. But I'll be damned if I were to be taken care of by my dead-beat of a father and one of his mistresses. I could leave any time I wanted to, I figured. I'm the oldest, I'm twenty-two, why can't I? But I looked at Liz, who was on her way up the stairs.

"If mother leaves, then I'll leave." I spoke.

Father looked at me and smacked me across the face.

"You stay until you find a suitable husband, not run off and marry some lowlander out there." He said.

"Your mistresses will be no mother to me, nor Lizzy, so I'll take her with me."

"You'll do no such thing. I'm a lord, I can claim you kidnapped her, easily like that." He said. I bit my lower lip and looked at mother and back to him.

"Mother's not lying. She's not crazy. I saw the rabbit also."

He growled a little and grabbed my shoulders, slamming me into the back of the wall.

"Then I shall make another call, and tell them my oldest child is going, too." He said. There was a faint "ahem" and we all turned our heads, seeing a judge standing there with his hat in one hand, his coat draping over the other.

"Is this a bad time, Hamish?" he asked. Father let go of me and put his arm around me, pretending to be nice.

"Not at all, sir." Father lied.

I broke free of father's grasp and ran up to my room, along with Liz. It was a matter of time before father started arguing with the judge, talking about his personal life. The judge wasn't too happy at the way he was treating me and mother, so he threatened to do something about it, very soon at that.

2 months later –

It's been two months since mother was taken away to the asylum. Father had instantly replaced her, with one of his mistresses, and replaced me as well, of course. They had a daughter together, a love-child, if you wish. Her name was Abigail and she was fifteen. She loved the idea of marriage and was very charming, polite, and beautiful. I didn't have a problem with her…until she started being awfully mean to Lizzy. I waited by the window, seeing the carriage arrive for us. I was being sent away with my sister, to go live with our aunt.

Elizabeth cried while hugging me tightly.

"I don't want to go." She said.

"We must, it's better than here." I assured her.

"No, I can't go." She shook her head.

"Girls!" Called our uncle from outside. I picked up both of our bags and walked down the stairs, passing my father, Abigail, my brother and my father's mistress. They didn't have anything to say to us, so I didn't say a word to them either. Father walked up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder. I looked at Elizabeth who had stopped as well.

"Get in the carriage." I said to her. She nodded and hurried to it, climbing in. I turned to my father.

"You look just like your mother, minus the blue eyes, of course, and blonde hair. You have my stubborn personality." He spoke.

"I'm not stubborn."

"It's showing right now." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes and looked back at him.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me, Hamish?" I asked. I no longer considered him my father, after he sent me and my sister away, for no reason at all. He was mad because I was the first born, instead of precious Jacob, the middle child.

"I'm doing this because I love you. You just don't understand." He said. The nerve of him.

"You send my mother away to replace us all. But, people are going to ask questions, and you'll be frowned upon. You're right, I'll never understand, but I do know that you're no father of mine, and you're a no good man who doesn't deserve his title as "lord" nor does he deserve happiness, Hamish."

He blinked his eyes. He wanted to yell at me but he refrained. He was too scared of what I'd do, probably. "Is that what you think?" he asked.

"No, not exactly," I said. He cocked his head to the side a bit, wondering what exactly I meant. I raised my hand, slapping him across his right cheek and then slapping him across the left. "That's what I meant." I trotted off, putting the bags in the carriage with us, getting inside, and closing the door. I had a slight grin on my face, but I was still curious. Why was there a rabbit with clothes on? This didn't add up, and all because of some kind of secret in our backyard.

We were riding for an hour, soon arriving at my aunt's house. It was nice and all, but she started talking about how we weren't allowed past our gates. I laid in my new room that night, hearing Elizabeth's faint cries in the next room. Then it popped in my head. I couldn't live here. I placed my hand to the wall where the noise form Elizabeth was coming from. Though she couldn't hear, nor see me, I kissed the wall and spoke the words: "I love you" to her, just before making my escape. I opened the window, hopping out and into the bushes. I panted heavily running at full speed back to my old home. I ran for what seemed like minutes, rested against a tree and slid down it, tears streaming down my face.

"No!" I banged hard on the grass. I turned around to my aunt's house, seeing the lights sprint on. I picked myself up, running faster yet again. I saw my house just up ahead after minutes of running. I wiped my eyes, my legs giving out once I was in my backyard yet again. I fell on the grass, tumbling forward and falling down a hole of some sort.