Little British Girl...

- Decide where you belong -

In a world split into two zones, north and south live separately. The sole-superpower, America in the north, and every other country lives in the south. Trespassing is punishable by death.
When Elia, a British citizen, wakes up in the northern zone she is forced to trust local cop Daniel to keep her safe. With no memory of how Elia came to the north, and no recollection of why, she and Daniel decide to try and figure it all out. But along the way secrets are uncovered, allies are made, and Elia begins to play dangerous games, with tragic costs.


30. Chapter 30

They say we are all the products of our parents. That they are our true reflection when we look in the mirror. They influence both the person we aspire to me, and the person who lurks deep down inside us that we spend each second of each day trying to ignore. To some extend I simply have to agree with this. My mother cleaned to relieve stress, and I inherited that tactic. My mother put the milk in after the teabag, and I inherited that (correct) tactic also. My mother wanted me to meet my birth father, and well, it seems I too desire that. I can tell myself it’s for my friends, or to finally appease the rebellium...but beneath all that, in the same place the darkest version of myself lurks, there is a hint of willing. I wonder what behaviours I would have inherited from Xander if I had grown up at his side...would I be tactical? Cunning? Ruthless? Would I see the world as one giant chess board?


Would I be the same girl I am today?

Standing in front of the mirror, my long blonde hair tied up in the neatest ponytail I have ever managed to achieve. Dressed in a knee length navy skirt, plain white top, and cream cardigan. My hands dangling down at my sides as I stand and stare at myself. The product of Jemima Catlin Watson-Smith and Xander Andrew Moore. Elia Jubilee Watson-Smith, Elia Jubilee Moore. I can feel the anxious flutters coming from the butterflies in my stomach, and the clenching of each breath as it comes into my lungs. Is this person I see in the mirror truly who I was meant to be?

“Elia? Are you done in there?” I hear Annabeth call from the other side of the door, which opens soon after as she ventures inside to stand beside me. “ look nice.” She notices my tidy appearance with a slightly offensive element of surprise leaking into her voice. We’re at the rally, in the women's toilets. I had to change, I travelled in a disguise of sorts, just in case anybody recognised me. I had to make sure I’d actually get to the trail before I outed myself once more.

“Thank you.” I mutter, turning to leave, but Annabeth catches my arm before I have a chance to leave.

“Are you okay?” She asks, trying to understand my expressionless face.

“Let’s just get this over with.” I shrug her off me, moving too quick for her to stop me a second time.

Outside the bathrooms the rally is bursting with people, we were right to get here early, the place is full to beyond it’s capacity. Everywhere you look there’s someone with a piece of A3 card with the words ‘Moore gives more’ or some other stupid slogan written on it, with the occasional oversized banner covered in red, white, and blue. It’s hectic. Security is everywhere trying to push back the crowd, and to simply walk five spaces forward takes five minutes. I don’t think my ears can stand the clamour of voices for much longer either, everything is just so loud, it’s as if everybody’s forgotten how to talk instead of yelling. Despite this Annabeth and I soon find the others, standing just half a meter away from the edge of the stage, the perfect position.

“He’s on in under a minute, are you ready?” Daniel approaches me me. It’s a stupid question, of course I’m not ready, when will I ever be ready for something like this? I’m about to meet my birth father, well, attempt to meet anyway.

“As I’ll ever be.” I nod, my throat swelling as I speak. He smiles reassuringly and cups my hand in his, it’s a simple gesture, but it makes me smile too.

“I don’t know why I have to be here, I doubt Xander’s going to ask for tech support…” Luci grumbles from behind us all. Max chuckles, walking over to stand next to her.

“We’re all here for the same reason, to support Elia.” He reminds her lightheartedly, “You know she’d do it for you.” Luci sighs, muttering something under her breath that I can’t quite hear, and I’m not sure I want to. Then her expression changes, and her lips curve into a small smirk, her hair drops to one side as she tilts her head to stare at Max.

“Would you?” She asks, biting her lip gently. I’m not one hundred percent sure I’m allowed to be watching them, it seems like they’re having a ‘private’ conversation.

“Always.” Max nods, looking Luci directly in her brown and green eyes. The way they look at each other makes my heart melt, how did I not notice this before? I was so consumed in my own feelings of abandonment and worry that I was blind to the admiration around me. I look down at Daniel’s hand in mine, and I wonder...just how blind was I?

“Ladies and gentlemen, could I have your attention please?” A spokesperson approaches the centre of the stage, interrupting my thoughts and entering the entire room into silence. “It is my pleasure to introduce to you all...Xander Moore!” Applause escalates as Xander walks out onto stage. My breath is cut short as I look at him, and I realise that this is the first time that I’ve seen him in person. His sleek gelled blonde hair immaculately combed back, his firm brown eyes judging the crowd that faced him, his fake and confident smile revealing his professionally whitened father, the egomaniac.

“Thank you, thank you…” He signals for silence which is quickly achieved, “It sure is great to be here, with you wonderful and enthusiastic people. I am truly honored.”

“Yeah right.” Luci mumbles from behind me, and Max hushes her, I have to suppress a laugh myself.

“Now recently I was lucky enough to travel to a very special place, the southern zone. Purely for business purposes of course. Now I know nobody here but me will have been to such a place, but let me tell you is wonderful. The merge of cultures there is utterly breathtaking. Of course the three most predominant ones are Spanish, Asian, and British...but you still come across people with all sorts of accents. Here in the north we are all american, which is great, but wow...the south is something else. Not necessarily better, heck, it’s a bit off a mess if I’m honest...but really people, it’s a shock to the system to see lifestyles like that.” Xander begins his speech, sending shivers down my spine as he talks about my home zone. I hear Annabeth ruffle through her bag next to me, pulling out a leaflet for this rally.

“This doesn’t make sense...the rally’s supposed to be about the new defense budget.” She talks mostly to herself, scanning through the text for some mention of the south. I try to ignore her mumbling, focusing on the speech.

“Whilst I was there I planned on visiting someone special, just so I could meet them in person at last...but when I got there they were nowhere to be seen, apparently they’d gone missing, I suppose that’s southern security for you!” The crowd laugh at this, but I’m beginning to feel uncomfortable. It’s obvious to the five of us that he’s referring to me, but how much does he know? Does he know I’m in the north?...Does he know I’m here right now? I squeeze Daniel’s hand for support, resting my head against his arm. “I went to their house, and found yet another atrocity in the system over there. An undiscovered body, a corpse, of a woman at the bottom of the stairs. I phoned the police and they concluded she must have slipped. She was their mother, such a tragedy…” Mum, is my first thought. My mum is dead. She fell down the stairs and died and Xander’s talking about it like she was chopped liver- wait. Mum would never trip down the stairs, her bedroom was downstairs...upstairs was my space, besides, she was much too careful for that, which means…

“He killed her.” I realise, whispering my thought aloud. My mouth drops open and I emit a quiet wail, able to silence my grief, but unable to stop my tears. Daniel quickly ecases me in a hug, trying both to comfort me, and to hide me from public view. Xander can see us from where we are standing, and if he realises I snuck into the rally then all will be lost. Not that I care about that right now. My mother is dead. Sure, she was a fanatical borderline-insane idiot, but she was my mother, and she raised me into the woman I am today...and now she’s gone, and I’ll have to lower her into her grave. I feel a warm hand against my back, probably Max’s, circling my back, trying to help. All I can see is her face in my mind, the relaxed and elegant smile, the shoulder-length blonde hair that never could lie completely straight, the blue eyes that always made me feel calm inside...I always envied those eyes, so light and dainty-

“Anyway, on to what I actually came here today to address. This budget will mean…” I can hear Xander continuing in the background, and to my surprise a new emotion surges up inside me...anger. I want to run up there and slap him over and over, I want to shave his head bald, poke needles into his eyes, and wipe that smile right off his face...I want him to feel pain, pain equivalent to that of learning that your own mother was murdered by your own monster of a father. I move my head off Daniel’s chest, revealing my tear-stained face to the world.

“Elia, what are you-” I wave my hand, signalling for him to be silent. It’s time. I have to do it now, with rage inside me to give me the confidence to let the words spill out.

“Keep talking about her.” I cry, stopping Xander mid-sentence. He turns to look at me, like actually right into my eyes, but I don’t falter...I continue to yell, “Keep talking about my mother. Keep telling everyone about how you ‘found’ her dead, at the bottom of a staircase she never went near. Keep lying to everyone about how you found it ‘tragic’...when you’re the one who arranged for her to be killed! All to punish me for coming back here, to try and intimidate me and put me in my place. All to try and force me back into the shadows...well guess what? I’m right here in the spotlight, and I’m not going anywhere!” I turn away from him, addressing the crowd around me instead, “My name is Elia Jubilee Watson-Smith, and I am the daughter of Jemima Catlin Watson-Smith and Xander Andrew Moore. I am half-british, half-american... and there is truly nowhere I belong in this world, but I don’t care anymore. My mother is dead, I have nothing left to lose, and I won’t be moved around like a pawn on a chessboard anymore! I am a person, my birth doesn’t define me more than it should any one of you.” I move to face Xander once more, looking him dead in the eye...and placing my hands up high above my head in surrender, “Do what you want with me father, you mean nothing to me now.

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