Alice Milburn hated how her life revolved around chaos. With her mum being a sex therapist, her dad being an absent author, her brother being seemingly late to puberty (Jean's words, not hers) and his best friend always trying to become popular, Ali...
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chapter one
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"BATHROOM'S NEXT DOOR." Alice didn't need to look up to know the person in her room was her mum's latest conquest, as Alice liked to call them, looking for the bathroom. It happened so many times now that Alice had considered putting a bright neon sign on the bathroom so they know when to go. Or at least a lock on her door to avoid someone walking in when she was getting changed, something that had happened many times before in the past.
"Right, sorry. I'm―"
"I don't care," Alice said, turning to the man with a sickly sweet fake smile. "Get out of my room." The man nodded, his lips pursed as he slammed her room door shut behind him. Alice sighed, dropping onto her bed. She couldn't wait until the day she got out of this house.
It wasn't that Alice hated the house itself, she didn't. The house was beautiful. She hated the people inside the house. Ever since she was young, she had done so. She hated her dad from the moment she caught him sleeping with one of his clients. She was older than her brother and had more of an understanding of what he was doing. She hated her mum for countless things; forced to leave her room for her brother and given a tiny box room instead, not having her mental health taken seriously despite Jean being a therapist of a sort herself, being ignored for things that were beyond her control, for being blamed for her brother catching her dad with the client and a whole lot more. She hated Otis for always keeping her mum's attention to the point it was like she didn't exist. Alice understood that his anxiety was bad sometimes but it felt like she was a stranger within her own home when he started to grow older.
