"There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there." By Emily Dickinson
Lyall Pov
I woke with a jolt, drenched in sweat from head to toe. I laid on the bed for a good two minutes catching my breath.
" That was terrifying... And it felt so real." I whispered while rubbing my face with a heavy sigh. I've never seen anything like that before.
Even when I crossover I was always careful and that voice... It felt... So familiar, like I have known that voice for a long time. I blushed a deep crimson when I thought back on it. I was lost in thought for so long that I didn't look at the time until...
"LYALL! You get yourself out of bed young lady or so help me I'll get you out of bed myself!" A man screamed.
I instantly jumped out of bed, knowing my father he will keep to his word. I slowly dragged myself to the mirror looking at my own refection.
Long curly red-brown hair, olive skin, green forest eyes, and a curvy figure. I took a closer look at myself and noticed my hair was a rats nest and had bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. " I look horrible." I mumbled. I took a quick shower and dressed in blue jeans, with a white sweater and brown combat boots.
Once I got dressed I took a look outside my small window and viewed are little home. My father and I lived on the outskirts of London in a small village called Cheddar. It wasn't such a bad place, it was filled with lush green forests and fields. If you look further down there was a small town with shops, farms, and bars, the usual.
My house was located up a hill near the church. The house itself was old victorian style with vines covering the place. "It looks like it's going to rain... Figures, it's London after all." I said with a frown on my face.
I wasn't originally from London, I was actually born in Ireland. I missed the warm sunny days and cool nights , and the wonderful landscapes but that is a story for another time. I quickly ran to my door to leave my room.
Before I did I said a quick goodbye to the picture on my dresser. It was a picture of my mother with her wild red hair, lush green eyes and flawless olive skin, smiling.
My mother was Irish and you can tell I inherited most of my looks form her. She remained in Ireland whilst was I here in London... With him. I closed my door and ran down the wooded stair case coming face to face with my father.
A plump man, with brown short hair, black eyes, and pale skin, was glaring at me with such disgust when I make it down the stairs. "It's about time you got here! If your going to be a proper lady you have to act like one.
Now girl make me my breakfast and don't mess up this time." My father snarls, his eyes filled with anger and hatred as he glared at me.
I nodded and went to the kitchen to make him his breakfast which was beans, eggs and bacon. We were a middle class family my father and I.
My father works at the down town pub but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted his old life back where he was rich and he had everything he wanted. But then he meet my mother when he visited Ireland and had a one night stand with her.
Then after a month my mother became pregnant with me. She kept me a secret for as long as she can until she gave birth to me.
We were living happily until I was 6 years old and my father came back to have her again. Only to realize that she gave birth to me and never told my father. So as punishment he took me away from her, but my father's family did not approve of me and his family was very powerful and rich.
So, as his punishment they stripped his money and title. So now he works as a bartender but drinks like a fish when he is home... and he's a violent drunk. I placed his breakfast on his table and stood in the side while he eats. He says a burden such as myself does not deserve to eat along side him.
So I'm forced to wait till he is done, then I can eat and if I disobey him... I don't even want to think about it. I thought it would be a perfect chance to leave since I'm still troubled by that travel, but it looks like luck wasn't on my side.
"Where do you think your going?" My father hissed. He got up from his chair with a loud screech, slowly coming towards me. I kept my back turned and remained quiet.
"Talk to me." I shivered with disgust. " I would prefer the other voice that was comforting, instead of my fathers." I thought.
A heavy silence came between us. Angered by my silence my father grabbed me by my hair. " Speak damn you!" He yelled again in my ear.
Tears started forming in my eyes but I still kept silent. Outraged my father lifted me in the air and threw me down to the floor. " You repulsive, stupid girl. I should've left you in Ireland with your whore of a mother." He said with such hate. He walked over me and left me on the cold ground.
Once he was gone I cried my heart out from the pain of it all. "God... why?" I whimpered.