As soon as we got home, I ran up to my bedroom, dragging my bags behind me.
"Stop running Maria, it sounds like a group of elephants are going up the stairs!"
I turned to look down at my mother, she looked so small, apart from her hair which was absoultley huge, three times the size of her head.
"Mother if there were elephants going up the stairs you would know as the wood and carpets fell onto your head and whole lot of elephant butts came down to squash you flat" I said, smilling smuggly at her as I turned to carry on running up the stairs.
"That horrid little girl needs to learn some manners" I heard my mother mumble, "oh vernon, we only just got home, do you have to start drinking now?"
I knew my father was a alcholic, just like I know the abc's off by heart.
But hearing him stumble into his study, glasses and bottles clinking together, as he sung a song he'd learnt when he was a student, before he met my mother and way before he'd inherited his parents fortune.
Well it sent chills through my body as it echoed through the house, no matter how far you went up the stairs, even to the top, you could still hear him gulping down the clear liquid that I had known all my life as Vodka, which he mixed with hundreds of different alcholic drinks to make it even stronger.
"Mothers angry with you" Ameythst sung as she skipped past my room up to hers
"I don't care" I sung back, I heard her laugh "you can't sing" she shouted, "oh yes I can" I said as I began to un-pack my bags. "Ok sing!" she was in her room, I could tell by her foot steps above, she was dancing.
"Alright" I said, switching on my Ipod speakers, I turned on Somewhere only we know by Keane, I don't usually like soppy songs, but this ones beautifull and it's one of the only songs I know all the words to.
I started singing as best I could "I walked across an empty land, I knew the path way like the back of my hand, I felt the earth beneath my feet, sat by the river and it made me complete!"
"Fine fine you can sing, now please shut up, I don't want to have to listen to rubbish music!" Ameythst shouted, stamping up and down on her bright pink carpet.
I turned it off and switched onto a playlist full of my favourite Blur songs, it started off with Parklife.
As I put away my clothes, I sung as loudly as I could, in a rubbish cockney accent. "All the people, so many people and they all go hand in hand, hand in hand through their parklife!"
"Will you shutup…..ugh…some of us are trying to..ooooh….SLEEP!" my father screamed.
Oh god I hate him so much! And he didn't sound like he was sleeping, more like he was in pain, or pleasure, he sounded just like when I had been giving Dwayne a love bite. Except that Dwayne sounded so much nicer, his voice was sexier and when he moaned I loved every second I heard it, though that might have been because I was the cause of his moan.
I miss him so much!
I had a dream about him on the plane, it was such a lovely dream.
We were outside in his garden again, but the evening was warm, but we were still huddled together, with a blanket wrapped round us. I was sitting on Dwayne's lap and he was kissing my cheek and neck and his hands were exploring my body, while my hands slipped behind me, between his legs and and…..it makes me blush every time I think of it and tiny butterflies circled around inside my stomach, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it constantly.
Soon the cooks called us for dinner.
I changed into a pair of comfy jeans and a big black t-shirt which said "No I am not on f*****g facebook!" my mother hated it, but right now I didn't really care if she became angry or not.
I was walking downstairs when Rosalina suddenly stopped me on the stairs
"you look lovely Maria, you always do, but recently you've had a happy glow around you, one I've never seen before" she said, she looked me straight in the eyes. "Is it because of the Hoover's, that family you went to visit?" I couldn't keep secrets from Rosalina, so I just nodded. "Could a boy have anything to do with it?" she said, grinning, she winked at me as my whole face turned cherry tomato red.
"I've got to go down to dinner" I said, running down the stairs
"I knew it Maria, you can't hide something like that from me" she said with a chuckle as she carried on dusting the bannister.
When I'm old enough to move out, I'll take Rosalina with me, but not as a maid, but as friend and Mr. H would come visit and so would Dwayne….oh god I can't think about Dwayne with out going red and gooey inside.
"Your late!" my mother screeched as I walked into the room.
I looked at the clock, 7:32 pm, god my mother needs to lighten up
"I'm only two minutes late and anyway where's father? Isn't he suppose to join us aswell? Or are we not good enough to be graced with his god like presence!"
Ok I know I'm being a bit harsh, but I couldn't bear it, thinking of Dwayne and the hoovers had made me remember how happy I'd been with them and what a shit life I lived here. An alcholic pervert for a father, a stuck up her own but mother who cares more about shoes then her own children and a barbie doll for a sister!
"You're a horrible little brat you know that, now up to your room! You won't be sharing dinner with us tonight"
"Fine! I don't want to sit with you either or eat your stuck up food, I hate it here!"
I ran out of the room, trying to make as much noise as possible, just to piss her off even more. I can't wait to get out of here!
"Fuck" I groaned, twisting and turning underneath the thin cover that I'd thrown over my body before sinking into a angry sleep.
I looked at the clock, almost ten o'clock, everyone was probably asleep, but I didn't feel tired anymore.
I don't know why I decided to go to the attic, I hadn't been up there in months maybe even a year, it use to be my favourite spot, I would go up there when I needed to escape.
I tucked my Ipod into my pocket, with a book under my arm, I then pulled on a thick dark purple sweater and a pair of black cat slippers.
I slipped out the room and started creeping towards the top floor.
The attic was full of boxes, old furniture, just things that my family had forgotten about for years, it was a great place to hide, although it was incredibly dusty, it was the one room that the staff didn't clean
I had no idea why, but I enjoyed every moment of the peacefull silence.
was cuddled into a saggy bean bag, with one of my faviourete books in the crook of my hands, I loved the 'Book Thief' although the beginning is a bit boring
just as I was getting to most intense part, I heard the attic stairs creek, my heart echoed against my rib cage, I knew I wasn't allowed to be up here and if anyone found me, that would be the end.
Running to hide behind a castle of boxes, I peered through a small crack in the wood, I wish I'd never seen what I saw, I had to stop myself from screaming every second.
I watched poor Amber ran up the stairs, her unifrom in rags and snail trails of mascara running down her cheeks and following her, already drunk and hungry for excitement
was my father.
"No Vernon, I wont do it!" Amber screamed, almost toppling onto the very boxes that I was hidden behind, but my Father caught the crying girl and tried to kiss her, but Amber pushed away, she held her stomach, that was now round and incredibly large "look what you've done to me Vernon, look what has come out of your drunken horny ways."
I wanted to cry, my father had been having an affair with one of the staff, it all be came clear, the constant hours locked away in his study, while everyone listened to him groaning in what they thought was anger.
I had to bite my hand, to stop the sobs, I tried to look away, but my eyes wouldn't do as they were told.
My father grabbed Amber and pushed her against the wall, he carreressed her swollen belly and grinned, Amber wimpered, I knew what was coming, my father kissed Amber, although she tried to keep away, he kept her in a iron grasp. I wished she had just let him kiss her, then he wouldn't have done what he did next.
Angered by the fact that he wasn't getting the satisfaction he needed, my father raised his fist, it looked like he was going to punch Amber, but instead he brought his fist right into the middle of her stomach. Amber cried out in pain as he continued to beat her, he started kicking now, causing her to fall to the floor, her hands wrapped around her now distorted belly.
Un-able to get to his un-born child, Vernon started kicking Amber in the face, blood spread all over the floor, a tiny trickle found it's way over to my feet and I could bear it no longer.
Grabbing the closest object to me, I picked it up and ran with it, my father didn't have a chance to react as I brought the heavy wooden walking stick, down on the back of his skull.
My father fell to the floor, splinters of the wood stuck in his head, in amongst his balding hair, Amber shrieked as more blood circled my ankles, but this time it was from my own father, but I couldn't stop myself, all the anger flooded at as I attacked my father, bashing him on the sides as he tired to grab at my ankles, to pull me down so that he could get attack me to.
"I hate you, you fucking perverted bastard!" I shouted, kicking him one last time, but this time in the face. I heard his nose splinter.
That's when I stopped, he wasn't moving, nor was Amber, but I knew she was concious, I couldn't say the same for my father.
I wasn't thinking straight, but I helped Amber up, who was clearly greatfull for me saving her from a fate that might have been her own in only a matter of time, but also scared, she had seen what I could do and the look on my face would be enough to scare anyone.
I lead Amber to her own room and helped her lye back on the bed, I then called for Rosalina to come help the poor girl, but I didn't stay any longer, kissing Amber on the forehead I whispered "I'm sorry" and ran away.
I searched my room, collecting all the nescarry stuff: my coat and jumper, the camera I had been given only the day before, a photo of me and my grandmother(when I had only been seven years old), a torch, a purse full of about £40, a small pocket knife, a bottle of water and a breakfast bar I had saved from the plane and last of all, I placed the small golden necklace around my neck, I placed the envelope underneath my shirt and walked over to the window.
It was a small journey down, from my window to the ground, first I had to climb along the roof that hung above the door, then on to my mother's and what use to be my father's balcony and then a quick slippery climb down the drain pipe and I was away.