They say that time heals all wounds but as the physical cuts and scrapes became nothing more than small scars, the hole in my heart just seemed to keep on getting bigger. Months went by and the hole became a deep pit and the pit became a huge, dark chasm. I missed my mother from the moment I opened my eyes in the morning to the second my twisted subconscious drifted off to sleep at night. It was coming up to my sixteenth birthday and my father had spent the week trying his best to be a normal dad, excited to celebrate his daughters birthday. On the Monday morning I woke up, slowly opened my eyes and for a brief second, I didn’t remember anything, but all to quickly my brain was flooding with the overwhelming longing for her to burst into my room and open the curtains wide. “Good morning Princess” she would say. What I wouldn’t give to hear her her overly chirpy, morning voice just one more time. Instead I woke up alone, got myself dressed, headed down to an empty kitchen, had break
I was just fifteen years old when my mother passed away. It may as well have been the day my fathers life ended too. *** "Daddy, I'm bored, can I take the car and head back to the villa?" I pleaded. We had been attending another benefit for some charity that only actually benefitted the already super rich people who attended. "I'll come with you sweetheart" replied my mother, the most beautiful and elegant woman I had ever laid my eyes upon, the kind of woman who woke up in a full face of simple makeup with perfectly voluminous waves of shiny blonde hair. "Are my two favourite ladies really going to leave me behind? Do I really have to eat this incredible food, drink these expensive drinks AND dance alone for the rest of the evening?" my father, the jokester. He knew how much we hated these high society soirées but he still tried to make them fun for us, always the first to drag us to the dancefloor, the first to get tipsy on the vintage champagne, the last to leave the danceflo
Mavis was a cruel woman with a terrible temper whose sister had passed away, leaving her eighteen year old daughter to be cared for by Mavis. She believed the teenage daughter of her dead sister was not worthy of a decent education and was made to cook and clean for the Clarence family instead of attending university. ***Some time in the early nineties Edward was studying in the drawing room when he heard sniffling and crying coming from the cupboard under the bookshelves. He inched forwards until he could hear the breathing of the crying girl. "Hello? Are you alright in there?" he called out. The sniffling stopped. "Are you stuck in there? One moment I'll get you out" "No! I-I-I'm fine, I'm sorry, I-I-I didn't mean to disturb you." a broken yet beautiful voice replied from behind the doors. "Would you like me to help you out?" "I'll be out in a moment, I am so sorry, I really didn't mean to disturb you Master Clarence." "Okay, I'll be leaving then..." he walked towards the d