19

58.9K 1.7K 554
                                    

Stone was stood with Millian and Lucian by his side, furious might I add, with his hands on his hips and his face bright red. Lucian and Millian were just stood staring at me, Millian with relief and Lucian with an emotion I couldn't figure out. The twins were sat on the stairs comforting eachother like someone had died or something, it looked like Rome had been crying.

"Where the hell were you Matilda?", Stone asked once again, his voice this time one that sent a tingle down my spine. I gulped before bringing the confidence.

"Out", I said bluntly and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. They followed me as I did, the only noise being my feet and theirs as they followed me.

"Oh really?", Stone said sarcastically, anger still evident showing he wasn't playing around. "Where the fuck were you", He asked once more, getting more angry as he spoke.

"Didn't you think to call or something? Didn't you think we would be worried?", Lucian then sneered out of nowhere, no infront of me, blocking the cupboards as I looked through them trying to find a glass.

"No", I said calmly and without any emotion that they could really identify. Lucian then looked a little... hurt I think but moved so I could keep looking. I managed to find the glass cupboard. Finally.

"Jesus your feet", Ravy said suddenly, which caused them to all look down at my blistered covered feet. I just shrugged and grabbed a glass out from the cupboard. I filled it with water and drank it as they watched.

"I'm going to ask you once more, where were you", Stone said in such a tone it reminded me just like dad. I hated that tone and it wasn't my fault, they left me in the middle of nowhere.

"In town", I said one again, giving them one word answered purposefully to anger them even more. He then grabbed a glass from the cupboard and smashed in onto the floor in the kitchen. I flinched but nothing more than that. Dad would break things all the time, it wasn't anything new. I put my glass down onto the table and moved away from the broken pieces on the floor.

"Dramatic much", I mumbled to myself, but of course they all heard it. He raised his hands up in anger in which I mistook for him going to whack me. I covered my head ready for the blow, but it never came. I looked around at the boys expressions to see complete shock. I looked at Stone who had a look of complete sorrow and sympathy, still with anger though. He put his hand down and slumped down.

"Did you think I was going to hit you?", He asked calmly. The boys were now all stood up with an almost, broken look on their faces. Jesus they left me with a raging alcoholic my whole life, what did they expect, happy times and ice cream?

"Wouldn't of been the first time", I fired back, instantly regretting it when I saw his face. I put the glass on the side and ran quickly to my room, ignoring their calls. I managed to run to my room without any of them following me as I slammed it shut and slowly fell against it, my hair in my hands. I breathed for a second to gain my perspective back and stood back up.

All the stuff I bought from the shop were here so I got to work. I grabbed the paint and managed to move all the boxes into the wardrobe built into the wall.

I started first to pain and decorate my little nook corner. I managed to pull all the chairs out but left the table in there as I didn't have time to buy a new one. I grabbed the paint and started to paint over the gross crème colour. It took about two hours to go over every little detail and put an extra two layers on but it looked pretty good. I then moved the bed back with every bit of energy I had into the centre of the room.

I then started with the wallpaper. Someone had put the mixture and everything I needed to put it on. Huh, I bet it was William. I was use to doing it as I learnt when I decorated my own apartment. It took about an hour or so to get the wallpaper all straight and flat but I managed it. It was looking ten times better already. I started painting all the room which took about two or so house, with me jamming out to my music.

The Forgotten ChildWhere stories live. Discover now