Chapter 1
Allison P.O.V.
I can hear my parents in the hall, they're close to my bedroom now, I close my balcony doors in a quick motion and turn around the very moment that they barch into my room and look at me with worried faces.
I give them an innocent smile and hide my anxiousty from them, they don't need to know about the eyes that keep on following me. My mother of course has to ask me what happened. I just say that I had a nightmare and had forgotten to close my balcony doors, and of course had to get up the moment I realized that to close them, and then being as unfortunate as I am fell over my scattered school books and took down a lamp. 'Dear I don't think you should sleep here in this room tonight, maybe you could sleep in hour room.' My mother then says. 'Mom I really don't think that is necessary, I am 15 I don't need to sleep with my parents after having a nightmare, I am no longer a small child.'
Lillian P.O.V.
Of course she would say that, but I really don't care, she is my child and so it is my duty to make her feel safe, even if it is against her own will. 'Dear you will come with us, to our bedroom and you will sleep there for the rest of the night, this mess.' I look at the lamp and her school books, which reminds me to make her put them away tomorrow morning. 'Will be cleaned tomorrow morning by a maid, right now you just have to come with us.'
Allison P.O.V.
I can't believe it, why do they always baby me so much, I don't to be treated like a five-year-old. My parents keep on talking, but I don't care, the eyes that had been watching me from outside my room are far more interesting to think about and to concentrate on. My eyes are fixed on my balcony, and then my parents finally seem to have realized that I am not listening at all to what they have been talking about ( like that is a new phenomenon). 'Honey?' My mother breaks my staring at the balcony door with the question, but just as I turn my head around I see them out of the corner of my eyes, a yellow glow in the darkness outside, the watching eyes. And the staring continuous , until I feel a quick yet painful spank to my bottom, from my mother. My parents have angry yet worried looks on their faces, angry because I haven't been listening to a single thing they have said to me, and worried because they think I usually don't do that, like hell I do.
Harold P.O.V
'Allison, we have asked you several times to come with us, so will you finally do as we say?' Really what is wrong with this child, Fiona never complained about sleeping in our bed, but Allison…'
Allison P.O.V
I do the only thing that is right in my mind at this point, I make a run for it. I can't sleep in their room, I need Lydia to talk to, not them, even when they punish me tomorrow morning.
Hi, cheers for reading, what will happen to her? Who are the mysteries yellow eyes?
I'll update next Monday, so you'll come closer to the answer.