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I slipped out of my sleep, looking towards the door. Voices echoed from downstairs as I climbed out of bed and left my bedroom. Whispering figures huddled on the large, wooden staircase; I headed over to them, clambering between them and finding my way to Micah’s knee.
“What’s happening?” I whispered to my brother.
“They’re arguing again,” Micah murmured.
“Maybe they’ll divorce,” Davin added, almost rubbing his hands with glee.
“We’ll have free run of the house again,” Perrin said cheerily.
“Will you shut up?” Milan barked, “This is no laughing matter, Dad might be getting divorced - it’s serious!”
“Yes,” I said, sarcastically, “Oh, it would be heart-breaking; Dad getting divorced from the woman who tried to get our seven-year-old brother arrested,” I sighed melodramatically and feigned passing out on Micah.
“Look, you guys, it was an accident,” Frankie exclaimed.
“Sure it was, Frank, sure it was. Sure you didn‘t mean to set her dressing-gown on fire” Jonah laughed as Keanu and Nile ruffled Frankie’s hair.
The kitchen door slammed downstairs as Jennifer stormed through the house, past the stairs and out the front door. Dad appeared only moments later, he looked up at us and raised an eyebrow.
“Bed,” Dad ordered.
Micah lifted me up of off his knee as my brothers all climbed the stairs and headed to their bedrooms, he kissed me on the forehead as I entered my room.
I sighed heavily, curling up in bed. I missed her desperately, yet I hated her for leaving in the first place; she abandoned us when we all needed her, she left Dad looking after the nine of us. But, I still wanted her back, she was still my mother. It was all Frankie’s fault. I didn’t care that he was my brother, it was his fault.
The wooden door creaked open, light filtered in, then a shadow cast across the carpet. A small figure approached, coming closer to my bed.
“What do you want?” I snapped.
“Can I sleep in your bed, Emilia?” Frankie said softly.
“No, you can’t,” I said, turning to face the wall.
“Ok,” he whispered, then retreated.
I cursed myself. I listened for the click of Frankie’s door closing, then slid out of bed, across the carpet and out of the door. The floor-boards seemed to want to betray my every move to the entire house, but everything remained silent; I pushed open Micah’s bedroom door, for a moment I wondered if I should have knocked until Micah told me to ‘Come in, Emilia’. I entered the dimly lit room to see Micah sprawled across his bed, reading.
“You okay?” he looked up as I nodded, “Why’d you kick Frankie out?” he watched as I shrugged.
I sat on the end of my brother’s bed, watching him as his eyes flickered while he read.
“Micah… Do you ever miss Mum?”
“All the time,” he whispered, putting his book down.
“Do you want her to come back?”
“Of course,” he looked at me with his sincere brown eyes.
We sat in silence for a long-lasting moment.
Knock… knock, knock.
We both shot to the door, into the corridor, headed straight to Jonah and Keanu’s shared bedroom. All of us, excluding Milan and Frankie, crowded into the bedroom and made ourselves comfortable on Keanu’s bed.
Jonah began to address us military-style, “Right then, men -- and lady, we all know we want our mother back. She’s been missing for seven years, none of us know where she is.” he continued, we all listened intently.
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I slipped out of my sleep, looking towards the door. Voices echoed from downstairs as I climbed out of bed and left my bedroom. Whispering figures huddled on the large, wooden staircase; I headed over to them, clambering between them and finding my way to Micah’s knee.
“What’s happening?” I whispered to my brother.
“They’re arguing again,” Micah murmured.
“Maybe they’ll divorce,” Davin added, almost rubbing his hands with glee.
“We’ll have free run of the house again,” Perrin said cheerily.
“Will you shut up?” Milan barked, “This is no laughing matter, Dad might be getting divorced - it’s serious!”
“Yes,” I said, sarcastically, “Oh, it would be heart-breaking; Dad getting divorced from the woman who tried to get our seven-year-old brother arrested,” I sighed melodramatically and feigned passing out on Micah.
“Look, you guys, it was an accident,” Frankie exclaimed.
“Sure it was, Frank, sure it was. Sure you didn‘t mean to set her dressing-gown on fire” Jonah laughed as Keanu and Nile ruffled Frankie’s hair.
The kitchen door slammed downstairs as Jennifer stormed through the house, past the stairs and out the front door. Dad appeared only moments later, he looked up at us and raised an eyebrow.
“Bed,” Dad ordered.
Micah lifted me up of off his knee as my brothers all climbed the stairs and headed to their bedrooms, he kissed me on the forehead as I entered my room.
I sighed heavily, curling up in bed. I missed her desperately, yet I hated her for leaving in the first place; she abandoned us when we all needed her, she left Dad looking after the nine of us. But, I still wanted her back, she was still my mother. It was all Frankie’s fault. I didn’t care that he was my brother, it was his fault.
The wooden door creaked open, light filtered in, then a shadow cast across the carpet. A small figure approached, coming closer to my bed.
“What do you want?” I snapped.
“Can I sleep in your bed, Emilia?” Frankie said softly.
“No, you can’t,” I said, turning to face the wall.
“Ok,” he whispered, then retreated.
I cursed myself. I listened for the click of Frankie’s door closing, then slid out of bed, across the carpet and out of the door. The floor-boards seemed to want to betray my every move to the entire house, but everything remained silent; I pushed open Micah’s bedroom door, for a moment I wondered if I should have knocked until Micah told me to ‘Come in, Emilia’. I entered the dimly lit room to see Micah sprawled across his bed, reading.
“You okay?” he looked up as I nodded, “Why’d you kick Frankie out?” he watched as I shrugged.
I sat on the end of my brother’s bed, watching him as his eyes flickered while he read.
“Micah… Do you ever miss Mum?”
“All the time,” he whispered, putting his book down.
“Do you want her to come back?”
“Of course,” he looked at me with his sincere brown eyes.
We sat in silence for a long-lasting moment.
Knock… knock, knock.
We both shot to the door, into the corridor, headed straight to Jonah and Keanu’s shared bedroom. All of us, excluding Milan and Frankie, crowded into the bedroom and made ourselves comfortable on Keanu’s bed.
Jonah began to address us military-style, “Right then, men -- and lady, we all know we want our mother back. She’s been missing for seven years, none of us know where she is.” he continued, we all listened intently.
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