~10 yrs. ago~ I hear them screaming again. I feel myself crying. I hate crying especially now. Mummy and daddy have been fighting like this for months. I hear something crash on the ground. My mummy screams that this was the last straw and a door slamming shut. I keep crying even harder then I have before. I suddenly feel someone's hand rubbing my back and telling me everything is gonna be okay. I look up and saw my daddy. I felt even worse seeing his face. It was a worried face also looking like it's on the verge of tears. I cried harder. I hate seeing my dad like this. I hate feeling like this. No matter how much my daddy tells me everything is gonna be okay it's not gonna be. My mummy and daddy don't love each other anymore. I know I'm gonna end up either being with my daddy and never seeing mummy again or going with mummy and never seeing daddy again. I don't wanna choose! Why can't mummy and daddy be happy with each other? Then another question popped in my head. Would I even get a choice? Would mummy and daddy choose where I would go? Would I get taken away from my mummy or daddy without knowing it? I pray to god that the last one will not happen. I hope one of them will not steal me away without the other knowing. My daddy is still trying to calm me down but it's not working. it will never work. I'll miss which ever one my parents that doesn't get to see me again. I wrap my arms around my daddy now knowing I'll probably never see him again soon. My mummy will probably take me away. I just wish my mummy would love my daddy again.

Rikki's Pov.

I snap out of the memory when I hear someone come in the room. I see my mum. She walks up to me quietly and I see her face. She's annoyed at me. That's probably due to me doing nothing to work my appearance.

"You told me that you would be finished by now" my mum tells me. I can tell she is starting to get angry at me.

" Do I have to go to this audition?" I said. I know I sounded a bit whiny but I really don't want to be a model and my mum has some weird thinking to think that I would want to model. it's probably because she want a whole "like mother like daughter" thing to happen. I feel my mum pull my hair back really hard.

"Ow! What was that for?" I asked annoyed.

"I'm curling your hair because somebody didn't do it" She responds as I groan. I know she's talking about me. I really don't wanna go. I keep feeling my mum yanking at my hair as she puts it in a curling iron.

"Stop yanking my hair!" I practically scream at her.

"Stop whining Rikki. I'm not yanking your hair. You know if you did this by yourself we wouldn't have this problem." she tells me annoyed. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I went with my dad. It would probably be better then this. I hear something being put down. I see the curling iron on the counter.

"Are you able to put on your make up by yourself or will you just goof off?" My mum asks me annoyed. I know she's annoyed at me cause I didn't do any work myself. She sighs annoyed at me.

"Never mind I might as well do it cause I'm sure you're not gonna do it" she says extremely annoyed at me. She walks out of the room to go get her makeup. It's time like theses when I wish my parents were still together. I sadly knew from the first time they fought that they were gonna get a divorce. I also knew that I would end up with my mum when they did divorce because she always said she had more power then my dad. I wish my parents never divorced each other. I hear my mum walk back in with her makeup.

"Just sit still. You can do that right?" my mum asks. I hate it when she treats me like a baby. She unfortunately does that a lot.

"Of course I can I'm not a baby" I respond a bit angry cause I hate that she treats me like a baby! Half the time I'm around her she does that. My mum starts to put on the makeup. She's so obsessed with me being a model. Everything has to be perfect. If anything is not perfect she gets annoyed or pissed off. She either doesn't pay attention 2 me or gets pissed off at me for not doing what she says or not being "perfect enough" for her. I really miss my dad. He always made sure this didn't happen to much. He's gone now though. I haven't seen or heard from him in ten years. Suddenly I heard my mum ask

"Why are you frowning?". I'm surprised she even noticed. Usually she's too busy with her appearance to notice that I'm upset.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." I said trying to mask my sadness of missing my dad.

"Well alright now don't frown. It's hard to put make up on sad person." she responses. Of course she only cared because she couldn't put on my makeup. Sometimes I really hate my life. my mum hardly cares about me, I technically have no friends. I mean I have friends but they only want to be around me so they can try to mooch money off me and my mum. So pretty much I have no decent friends. As for a boyfriend I have none. I've been on dates before but my mum set them up with random male models. They weren't the friendliest people.

"Finally I'm done" I heard my mum say. I look in the mirror and saw my reflection. I sighed.

"Is something bothering you?" My mum asks.

"No I'm fine" I respond trying not to look or sound sad. It's not cause I look bad cause I don't. My mum is really good at hair and makeup but sometimes I think she uses the color pink too much like now. All my makeup my mum put on me is pink.

"I put the clothes I want you to wear for the audition on your bed.. I know your at least mature enough to put on your own clothes." My mum tells me.

"Stop treating me like a baby mum!" I yell at her then storm out of the room. I walk in my room and I see what she wanted me to wear. Of course it was also pink. I don't mind the color but she overdoes it a lot. I put them on then I hear my mum knock on the door. "Rikki hurry up! Your gonna be late for your audition." she says through the door. I open the door

"I'm ready." I say still slightly annoyed at her. I walk out of the house with my mum and into her car to go to this modeling audition. The three words that describe how I feel right now are I hate modeling.