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Lisa confronts her aunt after being thrown out. |
I wasn’t sure whether I should go in or not. My Aunt had wanted me out, after all. Chris urged me in. He was watching from the corner to make sure I didn’t chicken out. He was doing me a favour. Ice had gathered on the chewing gum splattered pavement, frostily gleaming in the silvery light of the moon. My feet felt numb. Where were my shoes? I paused at the small, green garden gate which stood in the centre of a low, red-brick wall. I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to go in. I looked upwards. The darkness seemed to envelop me. Draw me in. I turned. Away from the gate. I looked hesitantly at the corner. Still there. Silver stars winked at me, steadily. I wished I could go out there. I imagined myself soaring, soaring. Past stars, planets, suns and moons. I’d be someone then. I would have seen something then. And I wouldn’t have to worry. About anything… She didn’t want me anyway. If I disappeared, she wouldn’t care. No. Not about me. I looked at the corner again. Still there. No choice. I turned back towards the gate, opened it, and shakily shuffled across the broken path towards that green, wooden door. I placed my hand on the brass door knob. She didn’t want me. I took another deep breath. A muted light shone weakly through the blue curtains which hung over the living room window. She didn’t want me. But I needed her. I went inside. The wooden floor groaned reluctantly as I advanced towards the living room door. The door was open. Inside, My Aunt was anxiously pacing up and down the blue carpet, occasionally peeling back the curtains, impatiently. I watched her for a while, undetected. She finally turned and saw me. A look of relief washed over her face. “Oh, Lee…” She held out her open arms, and I ran into them. Her grip was tight, but I didn’t mind. I rested my head on top of hers. “I love you Tree.” I whispered. She pulled me away and I looked down onto her blotchy tearstained face. “I’m sorry. I dun’t wan’ you out. I din’t mean it. It’s my fault. I shudda looked after ya better.” I looked back at her, stunned. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “After everything I’ve done, you’re the one apologising??” I laughed, almost hysterically. “No. No. I’m the one ‘oo should be sorry. I am, Tree. I really am.” I meant it. I smiled, hopefully. “Am gerrin ‘elp, Tree, I am, I am, It’s all gonna change…It’s gonna change!! Am guin back t’ schuwel, an Am gonna stop evrithin’…It’s gonna change, Tree! It’s all gonna be better!” My Aunt gave me a sad, cynical smile, and turned away into the kitchen. She didn’t believe me. She didn’t think I could. I slouched upstairs, and threw myself on my bed. I didn’t bother getting changed. I didn’t bother turning the light on. I stared at the dull, dark ceiling, unable to sleep, and thought. My Aunt didn’t have faith in me. Who could blame her? But I would show Chris that he was right to believe in me. I was going to gain Tree’s trust. And Gina was going to be my friend again. |