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Tw. Mentions abuse
Ava

After we'd left, dad took us to a new neighbourhood, parking outside of a house.

"This is our favourite house, and our hearts are really set on it," he said, "but I want to know what you think,"

"How did you choose that quick?"

"Well Viola has been looking a lot more than me, and she found it. I know it's quick, but there's not that many places round here anyway,"

A man in a suit introduced himself, and let us inside the house, taking us round each room. There were four bedrooms, a big one for dad and Viola , as well as two bathrooms, a large kitchen and a living room. There was a conservatory, a large garden, and a basement that'd been converted to a room.

I loved it too.

"So what do you think?" dad asked quietly, "it's even better seeing it,"

"I love it,"

"You do?" he said excitedly, "shall I put a deposit down?"

"I don't know what that means,"

"It means we get the house as long as we pay,"

"But you don't have that much money,"

"Well Viola and I will get a mortgage,"

"Okay," I shrugged, making him laugh. I didn't know why he was asking me.

We ended up sat down with the man, and lots of paper. Dad was really focused, and read things closely, but I knew he just wanted to get it right.

It seemed really sudden to me, but I didn't understand adults anyway.

The two of them talked for a bit, and laughed, before dad ruffled my hair to grab my attention.

"You ready to go?"

"Yeah,"

"We are all gonna watch a film, then you have your phone to text and call your friends,"

I nodded and we got back in the car, where I plugged in my headphones in.

"It's a really nice house," I said, "Marcus would like it I think,"

"I'm sure he would. Can you shower when we get back? I'll sort Viola and the film out,"

"Yeah. Have you already bought my Christmas present?"

"Maybe, what were you thinking?"

"A polaroid camera,"

"They're the ones that print it straight away, aren't they?"

"Yeah,"

"Well we can see. A few people might get together because that can be expensive,"

"I probably won't earn any money when I'm older,"

"Don't say that poppet, you're really smart, and can be determined,"

"But I have no social skills, do I?"

"They'll get better over time,"

I nodded and he parked the car; I unbuckled my seatbelt and followed him to the flat, going to the lift. Sometimes I went by the stairs, but I was quite exhausted today. Talking to people I didn't know drained me a lot.

When we got home, dad told Viola the news and she seemed really happy. Dad had made Viola happier and happier each day, and I hoped I made Julie happier each day.

I grabbed my towel and pyjamas then took them to the bathroom, getting in the shower. Despite being here for almost a year, I still felt wary in the shower. It was when I was the most exposed, and vulnerable.