Julian POV
I woke up early today. I didn't want to get out of bed. It was all cold and wet outside, making it even more difficult to leave my warm bed.
I had dancing lessons that day so I put tee-shirt and jeans on over my leotards.
Daddy wasn't at breakfast like he normally was. I told Momma this.
'Yes he's very tired today so he's going to have the day off. I think he needs a long wallow in the bath. That'll make him feel better.'
It was cold and wet that day, a typical Monday morning in November.
I was late yet again for school. It was quite embarrassing when other members of the class shout out, saying I should have a detention.
It was only a few days until half term. I couldn't wait. It wasn't because I was bullied, I had lots of friends. I wasn't bored because I had and enthusiasm for learning. I guess I just missed being at home with home with my kitten. Momma gave me my kitten. His name was Blue Moonlight. He was going to be called Sapphire Moonlight but it sounded too feminine for a male.
Thursday and Friday dragged on. I was thinking the work was getting too easy. I mean, I was receiving As and A*s - (not trying to be bigheaded). Maybe school was getting a bit boring. Maybe home life would get boring. I did have Blue, but he would grow tired of chasing yarn balls and would begin hunting fish, birds and mice.
What would I do then? I didn't have a brother or sister to play with. I didn't even have any neighbours. Foxworth Hall was built away from cars and other houses. Our drive was very long so we were barely ever disturbed.
I was beginning to wish I had someone my age to play with at home. I did at school. I wasn't aloud to invite them round much as Momma and Daddy were always busy, even at weekends so they wouldn't be able to supervise us. I was bust at weekends too. I had dancing all day Saturday and all of Sunday afternoon.
When I got home from school, Momma and Daddy were arguing. It was weird because they rarely fought. I decided not to disturb them and padded off to my room. I got out my notebook and a pencil and opened the front cover.
Whenever I was worried, angry or bored I would write for hours. As I began my story, many ideas rushed into my head, flowed through my pencil and were scribbled down onto the page. These words came from deep in my soul. I included experiences of myself and of others.
The yelling became louder. I was becoming scared. It was getting louder.louder.louder.
I ran over to the sitting room, the place they were fighting.
'That's not the point! You swore to me you wouldn't say a word to the police! You lied! You lied to me, the one who keeps your home tidy and makes sure supper is on the table for when you get home! Well not anymore. I demand a divorce.'
'Melodie, must I tell you again that I was connected up to a lie detector machine? They pressurised me! I had no choice!'
'And must I tell you again that it is no the darned point?! As a loving husband you would have protected me'
Then she sank down onto her knees and sobbed.
Dad knelt beside her and put his arm around her.
'Get off me!' she screamed 'I WANT A DEVORCE!'
Dad got p and stared at her with a look of disgust on his face. He turned and marched out of the door. I turned and ran up the stairs to my room.
What had Momma done? It must have been bad if the police were involved.
I was so terrified, so afraid of what might happen to what was once a perfect family.
I woke up early today. I didn't want to get out of bed. It was all cold and wet outside, making it even more difficult to leave my warm bed.
I had dancing lessons that day so I put tee-shirt and jeans on over my leotards.
Daddy wasn't at breakfast like he normally was. I told Momma this.
'Yes he's very tired today so he's going to have the day off. I think he needs a long wallow in the bath. That'll make him feel better.'
It was cold and wet that day, a typical Monday morning in November.
I was late yet again for school. It was quite embarrassing when other members of the class shout out, saying I should have a detention.
It was only a few days until half term. I couldn't wait. It wasn't because I was bullied, I had lots of friends. I wasn't bored because I had and enthusiasm for learning. I guess I just missed being at home with home with my kitten. Momma gave me my kitten. His name was Blue Moonlight. He was going to be called Sapphire Moonlight but it sounded too feminine for a male.
Thursday and Friday dragged on. I was thinking the work was getting too easy. I mean, I was receiving As and A*s - (not trying to be bigheaded). Maybe school was getting a bit boring. Maybe home life would get boring. I did have Blue, but he would grow tired of chasing yarn balls and would begin hunting fish, birds and mice.
What would I do then? I didn't have a brother or sister to play with. I didn't even have any neighbours. Foxworth Hall was built away from cars and other houses. Our drive was very long so we were barely ever disturbed.
I was beginning to wish I had someone my age to play with at home. I did at school. I wasn't aloud to invite them round much as Momma and Daddy were always busy, even at weekends so they wouldn't be able to supervise us. I was bust at weekends too. I had dancing all day Saturday and all of Sunday afternoon.
When I got home from school, Momma and Daddy were arguing. It was weird because they rarely fought. I decided not to disturb them and padded off to my room. I got out my notebook and a pencil and opened the front cover.
Whenever I was worried, angry or bored I would write for hours. As I began my story, many ideas rushed into my head, flowed through my pencil and were scribbled down onto the page. These words came from deep in my soul. I included experiences of myself and of others.
The yelling became louder. I was becoming scared. It was getting louder.louder.louder.
I ran over to the sitting room, the place they were fighting.
'That's not the point! You swore to me you wouldn't say a word to the police! You lied! You lied to me, the one who keeps your home tidy and makes sure supper is on the table for when you get home! Well not anymore. I demand a divorce.'
'Melodie, must I tell you again that I was connected up to a lie detector machine? They pressurised me! I had no choice!'
'And must I tell you again that it is no the darned point?! As a loving husband you would have protected me'
Then she sank down onto her knees and sobbed.
Dad knelt beside her and put his arm around her.
'Get off me!' she screamed 'I WANT A DEVORCE!'
Dad got p and stared at her with a look of disgust on his face. He turned and marched out of the door. I turned and ran up the stairs to my room.
What had Momma done? It must have been bad if the police were involved.
I was so terrified, so afraid of what might happen to what was once a perfect family.