I had quite a free day today so chapter 2 is here! Hope you like it xx
Happy reading everyone!
The show was finally over and Chelsea retreated to her bedroom as her mother drowned herself in alcohol. Chelsea didn't remember much from the show, it was all a blur to her, and she could only clearly remember the start of her headache. They became more frequent due to the stress she was put under by her mother.
She sat on the edge of her bed and wiped off her painted face while taking down her hair.
Her bedroom was very large, she had a 4 poster bed, mahogany furniture, and the whole room was decorated in purple. The carpets were a dark lilac colour and the walls were light, the curtains were of a rich violet. It was actually the smallest room in the house, though it wasn't exactly a house, it was more like a mansion.
She sighed and glanced at the photo of her dad, brother and sister that was on the bedside cabinet.
They were happy and laughing. Good times.
Chelsea's sister was on her dads back tugging on his blonde hair while hers flew in the wind. Her brown haired brother was running circles around her dad. It was during those times that her mother was a kind and sweet woman until she slowly became drunk on money when Chelsea's dad had a business breakthrough. But that's another story.
Chelsea never really got on with her sister, especially as she had the same personality as her mother, spoiled and a bitch.
Chelsea was the youngest of the 3 siblings and her sister was the oldest, she looked up to her older brother as he had a heart of gold.
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Chelsea turned back away from the photo; her breathing sped up and became much heavier as she fell into her pillow releasing an almighty scream.
"I hate this!" she shouted, punching the pillow, "I hate this, I hate this, I hate this!" she let out a whimper. Tears trickled down her face, dragging the leftover make up with it.
"Tomorrow," she murmured as she got up and opened her bedside drawer, revealing a box of chestnut brown hair dye, "I'm leaving tomorrow..." she said as she picked up the box and tipped out the contents.
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Chelsea frantically opened the tube of dye and covered each strand of her fake blonde hair in the brown liquid. While waiting for the dye to set in, she grabbed her old red rucksack and stuffed it with the few clothes she actually wanted. The amount of her own clothes was so little that it barely filled half the rucksack.
She grabbed the photo and put it into the rucksack along with the letters her Dad had sent her before her mother started to destroy them.
She hadn't had contact with her Dad for years.
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Thirty minutes ticked by and she dried her now brown hair, she smiled, she was Chelsea again. She got herself changed into an old yellow tank top with an orange shirt, denim shorts and laid her red boots by her bed, ready.
She chucked all of Marie's clothes onto the floor and wrote a note to her mother which she put in place of them. It was, Chelsea thought, to symbolise throwing out an old life to replace it with a new. The note stated:
'To my mother,
I appreciate you trying to take care for me but you won't let me have a life of my own. I hate being Marie and you have enough money now to last your life so why continue?
By the time you read this I'll be long gone, don't bother trying to find me, I'm 18 I can do what I want. Being famous isn't what I want. Why can't you understand that?
Your daughter, not client,
Chelsea x
Ps. Please sober up.'
Chelsea set her alarm for 4am. She packed her passport and 5000g that she took from Marie's funds. She was going to take the first boat out of the city and as far as possible; 5000g wasn't a lot of money to work with but it was better than nothing.
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There wasn't any point for setting the alarm as Chelsea didn't get a wink of sleep. She just laid in bed waiting and listening to the mother smash empty bottles of vodka and whiskey. It wasn't until 2:30am that her mother went to bed so Chelsea waited one more hour. That felt like no time, Chelsea slung her rucksack over her shoulders and slipped on her boots, making her way to the bedroom window.
The window creaked slightly as Chelsea opened it, she paused for a second, making sure her mother wasn't stirring. She bit her lip and continued on.
She dropped her bag on the ground below, again pausing for a second for any sign of her mother. She stepped up on the window sill and took a look back at her dark bedroom, the bed a mess and Marie's clothes scattered around on the floor. She smiled happily at the thought of her mother's reaction.
"Bye mother," she swivelled around and slid down a nearby pipe, she landed softly on her toes, "Bye old life."
Chelsea grabbed her bag and headed off to the city docks, walking carefully past the house in case the lights switched on.
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The city docks were deserted. There were 8 main harbours for the ferries, 7 of which were empty with harbour 4 open. The seagulls were all way so the docks were unusually quiet but it was almost 4 am.
Chelsea approached the ticket booths that stood in the centre of the docks, like the harbours, only one was open.
"What's the next boat out of here?" She asked the woman who was smiling sweetly at her.
Chelsea glanced at the name tag on the woman's shirt. Cheryl her name was. Cheryl took a look at the computer in front of her. She had mad curly black hair that was tied up and a soft looking face that suited her voice.
"That would be the sunshine islands; it will take roughly nine hours to get there but there'll be a halfway stop at mineral town." Again she smiled and started tapping away at the keyboard again, "Or there's-"
"Perfect," Chelsea didn't hesitate to say, in fact it really was perfect, the further away the better, "How much will it be?" Chelsea started to dig through the rucksack for money.
"A return ticket or a single?" Cheryl tapped away at the computer again.
"Single please." Chelsea said as she found her wallet and started taking out the notes.
"2500g then." Chelsea nearly dropped her wallet. That was half her money gone just on the ferry trip, she had to but food and a place to stay once she got to sunshine islands. Never the less, she gave Cheryl the 2500g. "You'll be boarding in 10 minutes. May I see your passport?" Cheryl said before taking the money. Chelsea showed Cheryl her passport and then she was given her ticket.
"Thank you." Chelsea smiled as she threw her rucksack over her shoulder and headed to harbour 4.
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Chelsea sat on a bench outside harbour 4, waiting for the doors to open so she could enter the ferry. There was no one around apart from one man who she awkwardly sat next to. He was in a very strange get up. He wore a black Stetson, black shirt with a tan waistcoat and black trouser with a lasso attached to his belt, and a white bandana tied around his neck. He looked like a cowboy. Chelsea couldn't see his face or hair.
"Um…" Chelsea wanted to break the ice, "W-where are you heading to?" She felt like a right idiot when the man didn't respond, "I was only asking…" She mumbled.
"Mineral town…" The man grunted but still didn't turn to face Chelsea. He had a deep voice but he sounded no older than her.
"I'm off to Sunshine islands. My name's Chelsea by the way." She sounded way too perky compared to this person, again she felt like an idiot.
"Vaughn." He got up as the gates opened leaving Chelsea a little dumbfounded. What was the deal with this bloke?
She too got up and went into the ferry, it seemed she was one of a very few that were on board.
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Once the ferry set off, Chelsea ran up to the top deck and breathed in the sea air. She saw Vaughn again but chose it was best not to approach him.
She stared into the horizon as the sun rose. The sky was a rainbow of rich pastel colours starting with a deep red on the horizon line and leading up to a pale lilac colour. It was truly beautiful.
"A new life…" Chelsea whispered, still awestruck by the morning's sunrise. "A new me…"
So what do ya think so far? Yay or Nay? Not that anything's really happened yet but still. I'd love to know what you all think xx