When I finished changing I sat down on my bed and sighed. I grabbed the box and pulled the silver chain out with a black key dangling on the end. I smiled sadly before picking up my phone and leaving. It was around 7pm and the sun had already set due to the winter season. I trudged through the estate forest till I came upon a all to familiar shed.

I took the chain from around my neck and turned the lock using the key. As the door crept open the smell of paint filled my lungs. I walked inside and everything seemed to be exactly how it was. There was art across the walls and paint everywhere and then a large shelf filled with my record collection. I looked to the desk at the end with a single type writer.

I looked over at the easel and saw the same half completed piece. I walked across the room skimming all the artwork with my fingers till I ended up by the bookshelf. I'd always adored vintage music and got a very good collection. As my fingers skimmed the vinyl's I grabbed one I liked and started playing it. The sound of smashing pumpkins '1979' filled the room and I couldn't help but smile. I felt a tear escape my eye but I quickly brushed it away.

My mother was an amazing artists and she'd spend hours upon end in here painting to her hearts content. When I was little we'd go here together and I would write as she would paint and we'd listen to different records from various bands. When she died my father ordered that this place would be used as a storage shed and everything should be moved to the attic. Of course I didn't let that happen so I persuaded everyone to keep the secret.

I loved watching my mother paint. She wouldn't be wearing elegant dresses or gowns but simple and plain t-shirts and leggings which would always end up covered in paint. This room held so many memories. It's where I got my love for writing and the arts. I could never draw or paint very well but my mother never gave up on me and scattered across the room where a few pieces from when I was little. Of course they were terrible, they were badly drawn giraffes and such but she would pretend it was the best thing in the world.

I sighed and sat down at my desk. I didn't initially plan to come here but it was always in the back of my mind so I decided to bring my book just in case and I'm glad I did. I wrote my first chapter for the book here, this room was my escape after my mother died.

Hours after hours I typed away until I saw light creeping through the windows. My eyes widened and I checked my phone only to see the time was 1 am. I looked outside to see the moon is at its highest point in the sky, dimly illuminating the ground.

I sighed and packed up my stuff. I grabbed the key and began to leave until I stopped by the easel by the door. I looked at it carefully studying every detail. It was only half complete but the outline told the story. There was two women facing a waterfall. They both had blonde locks flowing in the wind. Me and my mother. We always talked about traveling the world and visiting all these amazing places. It was our dream. But I guess not all fairy tales have a happy ending.

I walked out and locked up. The cold wind whipped through my hair and cut through my thin flannel and leggings. I walked briskly back to the mansion and quickly retreated to the warmth of my bed.

~*~

My phone rang causing me to wake after a couple seconds of grumbling I answered it only to receive a call about 'claiming my PPI' stupid ads. Considering i was already awake and I couldn't get back to sleep I decided to make myself some breakfast. I threw on some fuzzy slippers and made my way down to the kitchen.

It was still early so no one was in the kitchen. I rummaged through the cupboards to find my desired ingredients. Flour, eggs, milk, oil, sugar, blueberries and banana. I'm making my famous blueberry pancakes with caramelised banana.

I set to work making sure I made enough for everyone. Soon people started filing into the kitchen, there was lots of reunions and hugs Everyone was rather sceptical about me cooking for dad but I assured them it will be fine and after they tried my pancakes they agreed.

The dining bell rung signalling my dad was ready for breakfast. Taking the two plates I walked into the dining room and saw my dad reading the news paper. I set the plate down in front of him but his gaze didn't leave to article he was reading. Typical.

I sat down at my place with my own plate and I cleared my throat. He looked up at me and put down his news paper. He studied the food carefully.

"Did you make this?" He asked. I smiled and nodded in reply.

"mphm." He tried abit and I saw his eyes widen for a fraction of a second but as quick as they came they were gone.

"Well at least you can cook." He muttered. I smiled because even if most people would view it as rude it was my dads own weird little way of complimenting me.

"Thanks." I replied curtly.

"So where were you last night?" Oh shit.

"Um, what do you mean?"

"I checked the security logs, you left around 7 and didn't come back until 1 in the morning. Your not falling back into bad habits again, are you?" I hated when he brought up my past, he never did anything to help me he just shouted at me for it.

"No, I'm not. I simply couldn't sleep and got lost in the grounds."

"Stupid girl." He muttered not intending for me to hear but I did. My anger was slowly rising but I regained my composure.

"Are you still in therapy?" Gee dad your so caring to not even know you daughter left therapy 2 YEARS AGO.

"No, I didn't have to go since 2 years ago, you would know if you listened to my voice mails." I said bluntly.

"I got a new phone." He replied copying my blunt tone.

"Oh and you couldn't tell you own daughter your number so she can get a hold of you?!" I said raising my voice slightly.

"It never crossed my mind." He said remaining calm before picking up his paper.

"Of course you didn't. Typical." I growled. I saw his eye brow twitch signalling he was getting angry.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He said now standing up.

"It means you don't even care about me anymore, I haven't seen you in three years and when I do you don't even greet me you just take a phone call and dismiss me!" I yelled now standing.

"I knew you couldn't take care of yourself, your still as you were before!" He yelled.

"How could you know! You shunned or shouted at me you didn't even ask what was going on before or now!" Tears were threatening my eyes but I pushed they away and stood my ground. I couldn't seem weak.

"Oh grow up Lucy ever since your mother died you've been like this! Stop being so weak and move on!" Now I'm mad.

"Don't you dare talk about her like that! I can't just forget my fucking mother!" I screamed.

"You don't forget but you move on, we all have." He said being strangely calm. Which just made my angrier.

"You don't know shit dad! You don't know if I've moved on or if I'm happy or anything that's happening in my life!" I was fuming but he just remained there with a neutral face.

"I don't know why you came here but you are leaving, packs your bags and return to your school." He said in a monotone voice.

"I came here to spend fucking Christmas with my fucking father but I guess he died with my mother!" I screamed I refused to cry. I stormed out and went to my room to pack.

I finished packing after 10 minutes. I sat on my bed booking a plane ticket when I heard the door creak open. I looked up to see Spetto smiling at me sympathetically.

"He does care. He just doesn't know how to show it." She said as she sat beside me.

"I just wish I had my dad back, its like I have no one." I said my bottom lip trembling.

"You will always have me and I know for sure you mother is here right now with us." She said before hugging me.

I couldn't keep it in, the tears started to flood out of my eyes. I hugged Spetto and mumbled a thank you.

When I stopped crying. I stood up and zipped up my suitcase.

"Your father gave me this to mail to you." Spetto said from behind me.

I turned to her to see she was holding a small box.

"It contains your mothers bracelet, the one she was wearing when she had you. It's your choice if you want to open it now or later." She smiled kindly at me. I nodded and took the box from her. I wasn't ready to open it now so I placed it in my bag.

I said my goodbyes to everyone and started my trek home.

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