1A/N This is a backstory for Maggie from A Blank Slate. It is short but I think it covers quite a lot about Maggie.
"No, Mummy! Don't leave me here. I promise I'll be good and I'll never get in your way! I want to stay at home." I pleaded.
"Of course you can stay at home darling." my mum said mockingly. She was giving me a fake smile but her eyes were soft. After seeing me smile up at her hopefully she hardened her gaze and hissed "You don't deserve to stay at home and besides I want never gets." I nodded glumly and pushed open the car door. I climbed down to the car park whilst biting my cheek to stop tears running down my cheek.
"Daughter?" she whispered to me, ever so gently. That word filled me with joy and hope for my future. It was what my father had called me before everything fell apart. The word daughter was a good word. "I love... pancakes!" Her gentle tone had changed to the rougher voice that I was so accustomed to. She cackled, loving the way she had raised my hopes before bringing me back down to earth with an almighty boom. All I had ever wanted was her love. Before Daddy died she promised him I would always be loved but I knew, deep down, her love was something I knew would never achieve. I never voiced that though. Saying it out loud would make it all too real and reality is something that is easier to avoid.
"Shut the door child." My mummy shouted. When I obeyed she gave me one last cackle before driving home and leaving her only daughter to face the dangers of the park. I miserably walked off towards the trees shivering in the overcast day. My short sleeved T-shirt and thin canvas trousers were no good against the cold day.
"Well hello! Where's Mummy?" asked a young woman who was crouched down to be at the same height as me. She had curly blonde hair, a gentle smile and a face which I trusted immediately but I was still angry that she had called me a little girl. I was plenty old enough to look after myself and I had done many times before.
"I'm not a little girl! I am nearly four years old!" I shouted putting my chubby arms on my hips and silently cursing my high pitched, childish, voice. "And my mum said spending some time on my own might toughen me and teach me to behave... what's toughing me up?" The woman's' face looked shocked for a moment then she gave me what I am sure was a forced smile.
"Come with me love." The woman said softly and she picked me up and carried me under the bandstand as it had started to rain. "My name is Lena what's yours?" she asked setting me down.
"I don't know" I said with a frown, "I think it's Child." The woman had a strange look on her face and I immediately panicked and squealed, "Please don't hit me! I didn't mean to be bad!" Lena shook her head and gave me another reassuring smile then she, perhaps noticing the goose bumps on my arms, took her coat off and wrapped it around my arms.
"Don't worry. I would never hit you," Lena assured me. She enveloped me in a hug which made me feel warm and safe. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt safe. Safety was a commodity which was unavailable to me for the past year. I knew I could trust Lena. I thought that she might be my new mum but I immediately shook the idea out of my head. I already had a mum and she loved me to bits! My mum was the best mum in the world and I didn't need this stupid woman to replace her. I squirmed out of her embrace.
"I'm just going to make a phone call now, and I won't be long." Lena mumbled, taking a few steps back and getting out her phone whilst making sure she had her eyes on me. I walked up to the railing on the bandstand and, pressing my face against the wood, I watched the raindrops falling into a nearby puddle.
A/W Reviews are very welcome and if you enjoyed it feel free to read A Blank Slate or any of my other stories.
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