3. 1 month later.
I flip through my magazine and stare at the impossibly beautiful teen models and glossy celebrities spread across the pages. What I would give to be them. Mum and Dad are fighting again and Louise is at a sleepover, probably showing off her new soft, fluffy pink bunny slippers. Secretly I wanted a pair of my own but I was worried Mum would think me a baby. Suddenly, the shouting stops. I hear someone trudge up the stairs. I hear a knock on the door.
'' Come in! '' I call, even though I'd like my own space right now.
Dad walks in, tears streaming down his face.
'' Pack a bag with some money, clothes, your phone, books, diarys and stuff like that Lily. Mums kicking me out because she's found someone else. I need you Lily. I need you. Please. For me. ''
'' What? Um, okay but... will I see her and Louise again? Where will we go? What about School? ''
'' For god's sake, JUST PACK A BAG! ANY BAG! NOW! '' He screams.
I am speechless. I have never seen him this angry, this sad, this scared. I nod automatically, mouth still a round o shape. I stuff random things out of random bags into my bag.
I tell Mum I love her and jump into Dads car. He drives into the darkness, and miracuously, I fall asleep...