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Anonymoussaid"You can't stay in England Tracy," her mother had said with no sadness in her voice, "there's nothing here for you." Tracy hadn't been wanted ever since she could remember. More of an accessory than a daughter, she'd been paraded and shown off by her parents, and hated them for it, but having no choice she'd done her best to fit in. She'd grown up, done well in school, and tried her hardest to be the perfect child, but every accomplishment had been ignored by her parents. Instead, they were too busy having their own lives and ignoring her need for attention. Her childhood was filled with missed birthdays and constant digs about her being useless and ugly, making her shy and always hiding from her parents when they were at home. Then, when she was 18, she'd learnt of her mother affair with her Uncle James, her fathers richer, younger brother. After this, Tracy retreated into her shell. She'd never been confident, but this made her even worse. She tried to forget the event but her mothers intense stairs and angry looks made it impossible. Her mother made her life a living hell, attacking her verbally and physically whenever she could. But unlike others, who toughened up with this amount of violence, Tracy just got even more shy and subdued. Then one day, just after her 21st birthday, Tracy's father had arrived home drunk and walked straight into the kitchen where Tracy was sitting opposite her mother trying to find the courage to tell her she was leaving home. Her fathers voice was the first thing she heard, "YOU WHORE" he'd shouted, storming through the door and pinning her mother to the table face first. "YOU FUCKING GOOD FOR NOTHING WHORE!" Tracy dashed up the stairs, followed by Mrs adams, and her father. But stopped when she heard a scream. As she turned she saw the elderly housekeeper hit the bottom of the stairs and a pool of blood start forming around her head. She was dead, and Tracy's father had pushed her. Everything stopped. The next thing Tracy remembered was her mother in the hospital. Her father had been arrested, and jailed for the murder of Mrs Adams, and the assault of her mother. THE NEXT CHAPTER. Tracy's first week at Columtreal changed her, some say for the better, others say for the worse. The city, although scary at first, became home for Tracy. She sat down one day of that first week and made a decision. Her new found confidence helping her, she dialled her mothers number and awaited an answer. "Tracy, stop this nonsence or you'll lose all of your inheritance, you'll never cope without me, you know it." "I don't want your cash, and I don't want you.. " Tracy had said calmly... a happiness relaxing her whole body. She looked out of the window over Hathian as she hung up the phone.... she was home, finally wanted... and finally happy. |
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