Alison Lawrence didn't know what having a tough life meant and had everything handed to her on a golden plate. Her life was immaculate with the perfect and caring boyfriend in it and a reign that mattered the world to her, both things she never want...
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For a Monday, I wake up quite fast. The thought of facing my dad didn't let me sleep, and I stayed until dawn, rolling in the bedsheets as I tried to calm down. Katherine asked me not to face him, but I couldn't care less about his feelings.
He needs to know I won't forgive him, ever.
Emma is passed out on the cushion next to my bed, her chestnut brown curly hair sticking to all places and her eyelids heavy from the night before.
Lucky her, she doesn't have school and stayed up late with Cody.
I hold back a smile.
I walk to my bathroom, urging for a scalding bath, and I shake away the feeling of wanting to stay in bed, never facing my life again. I know I can't complain about the things I have. I've always received everything on a silver plate, but it's getting difficult to believe that better days are coming.
Caroline's threat fills my mind immediately and I have to gather every ounce of strength to push the thoughts aside, still not sure what to do and trying to focus on one problem at a time.
My mother needs to be my priority.
After the water runs through my temples and relieves the tension of an awful night of sleep, I decide on my outfit for the day. A casual but effective look.
I choose a white cropped cardigan that pairs well with the mom jeans that fit me perfectly, marking my every curve, and white mid heels sandals.
I also do a high ponytail and cover the deep bags that take place underneath my blue-green eyes with some concealer, uselessly trying to make it look like I had enough sleep.
With one last look at my best friend who hasn't moved places, I leave my bedroom, sighing as I get ready to face another day. I go check my mom on the other side of the hallway, opening the heavy doors with all the care of the world, and the glance of her makes my heart tighten in my chest.
In the place of the bright and carefree woman that used to shine whenever she went, Katherine is now broken and hopeless about love.
She's asleep on her massive bed and anyone could think she's alright, but I know better.
Her dark blonde hair always so shiny is opaque, strands of it escaping her messy ponytail, and there are deep bags underneath her eyes. Every time my father did something, she ended up like this and it breaks my heart.
I blow her a kiss even if she can't see it and close the door, tears forming on the sides of my eyes.
My dad will know today how much he has hurt her.
The way to my car is short and quick just how I intend to get this day over with and an apple should be enough of a breakfast. I've been getting way too sloppy on my diet and that meant I would never get my throne back again.
