Teasdale's Daughter | l.p (Completed)

I'm Jenny Teasdale. My life isn't the regular 18 year old life. My mom is the make-up atrist for the band One Direction. Me being her daughter, i'm on tour with her all the time because she likes to have help. I'm around them non-stop because well, my mom wants me to date on of them. Not that i'm complaining...
~Cover credit- CorkyPorky


12. ~12

Jenny's pov:

After a long, hard day of house hunting, we finally settled on a mansion located in Highlands in London . It was beautiful, really. Almost too big, but perfect. 

"Were home!" Liam yelled into the shared apartment.

"Did you find one?" Louis asked from down the hall loudly, followed by clashes of items falling to the floor. Me and Liam exchanged glances and let out a laugh for no reason whatsoever. 

"Yes!" I exclaimed handing up my trench coat that matched my outfit. Liam followed me into the kitchen where Louis had a hand on his hip making a face while poor Niall was cleaning up the broken vase that I assume Louis broke.

"Seriously, Louis." I groaned giving Louis a hard stare.

"Seriously, Louis." He mimicked back in a high voice. I rolled my eyes and waved him off, walking up the stairs, running a hand along the staircase banister. 

"Look at the house we bought!" I heard Liam say, his voice slowly fading away as I reached an empty cement room with only a huge mirror on one wall. I sighed and looked in the mirror. I was gradually gaining weight and my face looked fuller than before. I smiled to myself and twirled in the mirror.

I dialed the moving business people's phone number and scheduled them the day tomorrow, because we wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible. It was beginning to get crowded in here. I took my medication that was sorted in a pill sorter outside the door, and swallowed them, ignoring the bland flavor.

They should flavor pills, Maybe people would like them more then. My phone randomly rang and I glanced at the caller ID. Unknown number? I pressed answer, "Hello?" I asked politely, walking back to the mirror fixing my hair.

"Hello, Jenny." A somewhat familiar voice greeted me. I racked my brain trying to remember who held the proper voice, then it hit me.

"Mom?" I asked. clearly surprised.

"Yes." She responded instantly clearly confident this conversation will go well.

"What the hell do you want." I growled, not giving her the satisfaction she seeked.

"Merely to see how you're doing!" She said in a tone that sounded like she has never even abandoned me and cares about me.

"Bullshit!" I laughed loudly - louder than necessary.

"Don't say that." She scoffed lightly.

"Go back to your perfect family. I don't give a crap about what you have to say to me." I growled, gritting my teeth in seething anger. 

"I've never done anything to-" She began, but That just mad me even more angry that she could even try  to say that.

"Let me refresh your memory Lou." I cut her off in a no bullshit tone. "You hit me, you abandoned me, you stopped caring and when things got a little to hard, you left the fucking country." I yelled into my phone throwing my arms up into the air momentarily. "You don't get to say you did nothing." I scoffed harshly.


"Good fucking bye." I said between my clenched teeth and hung up on her sorry ass. I screamed angrily and chucked my phone at the wall. 

"Are you okay?" Liam asked quietly as he came up behind me. I was panting from so much anger being let out, still glaring at the dent my phone made in the wall. I was heaving up and down and then I finally dropped my gaze to my feet. 

I brought my hands up to cover me face and let out a window shattering sob. Liam instinctively hugged me from behind, his head settling on my shoulder and his strong arms around my wait. He held me as my body racked with sobs. We just stood in silence, listening to my cries echoing in the empty room. My heaves for oxygen between sniffles and calls bounced around the room.

All we could do was listen.

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