| Chapter 3 - Surprise? "Oh God, no way!" April broke the stunned silence. "No way are they moving in with us." John cleared his throat, "No dearest, they won't be moving in with us. We'll be moving in with them." April growled, "Screw you. I'm not living here. Send me back with mum." John stormed over to her, "You don't mean that. Be happy for us please." April smiled, "Alright I'll be `happy' because I'm never going to stay here anyways. I'm still gonna be packed off to St Elaine's at the end of the month. At least there I'm not watched 24/7." Robin joined John, "That's too bad April because I thought you hated it there and I talked your father into pulling you out and letting you school here." April gulped, "What? Listen this is too much for me tonight. I need to go outside…" John grabbed her arm, "Come on then." April pulled her arm, "Alone." She headed for the front door; Sam put his arm in front of her waist, "It's freezing outside, you can use my room." She turned and strolled upstairs, "Where's your room?" Sam passed her on the stairs, "Follow me." She dragged her feet across the landing and into his room. She plonked herself on his bed and opened the window. "Do you mind if I smoke?" Sam shook his head, "No, I only just quit so… you got some?" April nodded as she pulled a roll up from her pocket and lit it. "Want some more?" He reached under his bed and pulled out two packets of cigarettes. "I won't need them anymore." April took them and gazed out the window. "Thanks. I'll need them a lot now." Sam leant against the door frame, "Can we talk?" April looked up, "What about?" Sam shrugged, "Well we're going to be living together. I'd like to know a bit about you." April half smiled, "Okay, there's not much to know." Sam closed the door and sat next to her. "Well, it'll be better than nothing." He nudged her arm, she looked up, "So what do you want to know?" Sam grinned, "First of all, this gothic chick style. I mean it looks good on you but is it really you?" April looked out the window, "Outside you asked me why I was like this, it was my mum. She was a complete bitch. So wound up in her own world of make up, designer clothes and her status she was never a real mother. When she had me, babies were the `in' thing as an accessory. I didn't grow up the way she wanted me to. I wasn't into plastic surgery or getting my nails done every week. So in her eyes I was a failure. I knew my mum was having an affair with one of the help because she always was. What I didn't know was that my mum was also having an affair with the house maid. I should have realised my mum knew I knew because she started to act like she loved me. We'd fly to New York from London to shop for the weekend. Then we were sat down for Christmas dinner when she just stood up, grabbed the maid, kissed her and told us she was leaving. It broke my dad's heart. I hated her for that. I'd kill her if I thought it would change anything. My dad never looked at me the same way again because I reminded him of her. So I started using drugs and drinking to make me believe I didn't look like her and then came the make up and the hair dye." Sam blinked, |