by admin | Mar 6, 2016 | blog, Depressed, Hope, Life, Love, Poison, Suicide, Uncategorized
CHAPTER 1 Battersea, London Un-suppressed, volatile, typical-teenage anger bubbled deep within Elle’s chest as she watched her mother get ready for her date. How her mother could bear to be in the same room as the philanderer baffled her (recently, due to peer pressure, Elle often referred to him as the dick-head-led man, or D-H-L man, rarely as her father). Her mother applied some more blush to her cheeks and then applied some lip gloss to her lips and puckered them together. Next she ran a hand through her auburn hair and scrutinised her appearance in the mirror. Clarissa saw the scowl on her daughter’s face and took a deep breath, smiled then turned to her. “Elle May Williams, why are you frowning like that, you’re going to get wrinkles before you turn fourteen at this rate.” Perplexed and unable to comprehend why her mother was doing what she was doing, she jumped up and bumbled, “Why? Tell me . . . I don’t understand Mum . . . why?” “Why what, sweetheart?” Clarissa calmly asked, eyebrows arched. “Why are you going to dinner with him? He cheated on you so many times, he left you-” “Correction sweetheart, I asked him to leave.” “You went through weeks of depression when you found out what he’d done. Please don’t let him take you there again. The last time you went to dinner with him you came back and you were so hurt and upset.” “That was a while ago, I’m stronger now.” “Yes, but he hasn’t changed Mum, he’s still the same.” “He’s your father, Elle, I’m just trying...
