Alison woke up early the next morning. She’d had the worst sleep imaginable, and was glad that daylight had appeared at her windows. She usually enjoyed her weekends, but today, she felt that she could not be bothered with watching her favourite television shows, her friend Sarah bringing her new CD’s to play, or her mum. She wanted to get away from this place altogether. She wanted to be on her own, in a kingdom that had no life, just so she could sit alone and think.
Alison walked along the street, her thoughts overcasting her feelings. She had so much on her mind, that she had not noticed Simon sitting on a bench at the cenotaph.
“Ali?” Simon whispered, unsure his friend had heard.
Alison had. She turned around, and gasped at the sight of Simon’s black and blue face
“Simon? Who did this?” Alison enquired with a look of concern showing on her face. Simon did not need to say anything.
“Your dad did this to you?” Alison gasped.
Alison’s face turned red with rage, her hands had automatically wrapped themselves into firm fists, but she was still able to speak.
“Why Simon?” she asked as calmly as she could.
“She told, didn’t she? Rachel told him about us chatting the other day. When I got in last night, he went berserk, knocked Mum and me around like anything. Mums in a worse mess than me, she had to go to hospital and have stitches. As usual, he put the tears on, saying he could not help it. I really hate him. I wish he was—”Simon looked at Alison, her face solemn at the news being told to her.
“I could do that for you; I will make his last breath painful,” Alison stated harshly.
Simon was not too sure how to react. As much as he hated his dad, he did not want his life took away — not by Alison, anyway.
“The cops know about it, so if you do anything I think you might get in trouble,” Simon said hoping that Alison wouldn’t do anything stupid.
Alison nodded as she looked at his swollen black and blue face with sorrow.
“I must go, I have to go somewhere,” Alison said looking around.
“Where?” Simon asked, confused at Alison’s change of tone.
“I have no idea. I just want to get away from the interferences of this place, so much noise and strange things around, they are not a requirement that I need at the moment,” Alison confessed, then walked off.
Unbeknown to Alison, she had walked to Matthew’s house. Why she had done this she had no idea. However, knocking on the door, it was too late for her to run away.
Matthew opened the door, his hair scruffier than normal and eyes that were still sleepy. He was not in the mood for visitors so early in the day, but when he saw Alison, who seemed to have no intention of leaving, let her in and sat her down in the kitchen with a mug of tea, while he went upstairs and got dressed.
“So what can I do for you? It’s really early you know. I didn’t get in till five this morning,” Matthew explained, when entering the dark red and grey, large kitchen and seeing if hinting would make Alison leave....