The Pain

"Elizabeth" the voice of my mother booms through my silent apartment and that is enough to wake me up immediately. I check my bed clock and it's 7am in the morning. What did I do this time? Oh right. My engagement with Charles. I knew this was bound to happen.

I jolt out of bed at another scream of my name and pull my hair into a ponytail. I wash my face and brush my teeth before making it to my living room.

"Goodmorning mom" I greet and walk past her into my kicthen, heating up a pot of coffee, I'm going to need it.

She's fuming with anger of course, her facial expression shows that she's about to lose it any second. But am I ready for that? No. I mean it's a Sunday morning. I try stalling as much as possible until at least I'm able to down a mug of coffee.

"What the hell is this?" She asks, throwing the news papers on the centre table. I pick it up to read it and darn, London can talk. They have some interesting headlines over here.<