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A/N: thanks for my reviews and thanks to Mma93, I totally know what you are saying and you so get what I'm trying to make Deception into. You understand it more than me and you can definitely say it better. Deception is about Snickers but in more ways than one. I think Deception is Snickers in a nutshell, the loyalty, being protective, the care, the support and ultimately the love they have for each other! Thank you! Anyway sorry for my rant, here's chapter 9, it's from Ava's POV. I hope you like it.
Dear Diary
I gave out the biggest sigh ever. I was so tired it was unreal. But still I couldn't bring myself to miss writing in my diary even the once. I loved writing in my diary, it was gonna be my way of looking back when I was older, a way of never forgetting even the tiniest of details in my life. So I turned my bedside lamp on and got comfy on my bed. I opened my notebook to a fresh page and chose a pretty purple pen to write with.
Dear diary,
Well, waking up without dad here for the past few weeks is finally getting easier. I probably shouldn't even think about him, not after what he's done to mum but I can't help it. It feels strange. But we're dealing with it. Well, actually, I'm probably the only one who really is. Maddie asks all the time where dad is, and yes it's crossed my mind a few times but I've never asked. Dylan just keeps prancing round the house telling us what to do. Since dad told him he was going to be the man of the house he just doesn't stop, but he's only, for the first time in his life, doing what dad actually told him and so far mum hasn't even told him to stop. Isla, however, is more sensitive about it. She sat by the phone until she fell asleep the first night he was gone. That made mum sit up all night and cry and probably hate him more than she did before. Isla is such a daddy's girl and now he's not here she's not been herself. None of us have. Don't even get me started on mum. She loves dad so much she hates him, if that even makes sense. She sits up night after night and cries 'cause she doesn't know what to do. We all miss him but she just can't bring herself to say it and feel even weaker than she already does. And as for me, well…
Suddenly I heard the phone ring. I rolled my eyes as I knew instantly who it was. Dad had been trying to call us all day and in fact most days since he left. I closed my notebook and placed it back down in my drawer before walking out my room and going to see if mum had actually answered it. As I got to the top of the stairs I could here her talking to someone. I instantly got excited. I knew that Maddie and the twins had gone to bed just before me. Was she talking to dad?
I reached the bottom step slower than normal, I didn't want mum to know I was there. I crept up to the living room door which was closed and put my ear to it. I could hear faint voices but I couldn't make out what was actually being said. I remembered about the phone in the kitchen, you could nosy into calls from it.
I carefully tip toed across the floor. I stood on one of the dining chairs to reach the phone. I had done it a few times before but for some reason that time seemed to be harder than usual. I sat down on the worktop and took a deep breath as I put the phone to my ear.
"What do you want Nick?" mum asked.
"I've forgot, I'm still in shock that you actually answered," dad replied.
"Well if you have nothing to say then…"
"No, no, I remember. You're working tomorrow, right?" he interrupted.
"Yes, why?" mum asked.
"Well I'm not," dad said.
"What's your point?" mum asked.
"Um, I thought that instead of getting someone else to look after our kids, I could do it," he said.
Mum went silent for a moment, she was obviously thinking.
"You still there?" dad asked.
"Yeah," mum replied.
"Good, so can I?" dad asked.
"I don't know…" mum started.
"Oh c'mon, I haven't seen them in weeks. Sar, you know that you and the kids are my life, please," dad begged.
"Fine, get here after I've left and don't be here when I get back," she said.
"I won't. Thank you."
"Is that it?" mum asked.
"Are the kids there?"
"They're in bed, you know that," mum said.
"I know but I thought I should at least ask," dad sulked.
"Well if that's it then," mum said. "Bye."
"Yeah, ok. Tell the kids I'll see 'em soon," he said.
I turned round to get ready to put the phone back on the hook when I must have nudged a glass that was beside me. It fell onto the floor and landed with an almighty smash.
"Damn!" I thought.
And to top it off, before I could jump down and start sweeping it up, mum came through and she wasn't happy.
"One second," she said to dad as she covered the phone and looked at the mess. "Ava what are you doing?"
"Um, getting a biscuit," I shrugged my shoulders.
She gave me a 'I don't believe you' look. "You were listening in, weren't you?"
"Maybe," I said.
"Hang on, Ava's here," mum said as she put the phone back up to her ear.
"Really? Was she listening in?" dad asked her.
"Of course she was," she replied.
"I meant to take that phone down," dad said.
"She's here now, do you want to speak to her?" mum asked.
"If she wants to," dad said.
Mum past over the phone to me and raised an eyebrow.
"Hello," I said as I, slightly reluctantly, took the phone.
"Hey angel," dad said. "Should have known you were listening in to our private conversation."
"Yeah, didn't actually think she'd speak to you," I said.
"You're as surprised as I was," he said. "How are you?"
"I'm ok, you?" I asked.
"I've been better, concrete is probably comfier than Uncle Greg's sofa," he smiled.
"Probably," I said a hint a nervousness in my voice. Suddenly as I was speaking to him I kinda realised how selfish I had been being. Mum and dad splitting up had nothing to do with me really. I had almost forgot why they had split up. I'd heard the argument, I knew why but yet I wanted my dad back.
"You still there?" he asked me.
"Yeah, sorry," I said.
"How's Maddie and the twins?" he asked.
"Ok, I think. Dylan's become such a bossy boots and Isla's kinda been the opposite. I think she misses you. And Maddie's just been asking about you all the time," I said.
"I'm sorry, about everything, about all of this," he said.
"Yeah, I know," I said, almost as if I didn't care and he could probably tell.
"How's school?" he asked.
"Not bad, got a test on Monday though," I said.
"What subject?"
"Maths, it's on area and perimeter. It's so easy," I boasted.
"Good, I'm glad you're doing ok," he said. "Well as you know I'll be seeing you tomorrow so maybe I can help you study for it."
"Yeah ok," I said half heartedly.
"You're not in the mood for talking, are you?" he asked.
"No, not really. I'm tired," I yawned.
"Ok then, I'll let you get to your bed and get some sleep. See you tomorrow," he said.
"Ok, night," I said.
"Love you."
"You too," I said as I put the phone back on the hook.
While I'd been on the phone mum had swept up all the broken glass off the floor and had gone back into the living room. It was kinda good though, whenever I was on the phone I paced and mum hated it, she said I got it from dad. I walked through to the living room, gave mum a huge hug and skipped upstairs.
"Night," she yelled after me.
As soon as I made it to my room I sat on my bed but skipped the getting comfy phase. I opened my diary at where I had left off and started writing again.
She spoke to him! Mum actually spoke to dad! She didn't shout, scream or hang up, she actually spoke to him. Never, in a million years, would I have thought that she would've. And now after I've spoken to him too, I want mum and dad back together even more. I'll be honest, I'm not sure if I can forgive dad completely for the hurt he's caused all of us, whether he cheated or not, but mum needs him and he needs mum. But how can I get them together?
Thank you for reading! I hope you all enjoyed it. Chapter 10 will be from Nick's POV again and it's about to get very interesting. Review please.
