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erratic and she was almost hysterical with hurt and rage.
    She grabbed
the large blue suitcase from under her bed and threw it open. In one foul swoop
she swept all the clothes off the red duvet cover into the open suitcase. She
froze at the sound of a slamming door – it was the front door. She raced across
the room towards the bedroom window, her heart jumped up into her throat. Her
heart beat increased, hitting her rib cage with force as she leant against the
pane of glass, struggling to see through the pitch black of the front garden.
Madison’s bedroom was on the left side of the house and the branches from an
overgrown tree covered most of the window, only allowing a small proportion of
the front garden to be in view.
      A shadowy figure caught her eye. Phil
zigzagged down the garden path towards the road, his head lowered towards the
ground and his arms stretched out propping himself up by the wooden fence.
Tonight was the first night in weeks that Phil had left the house; some fresh
air would do him good even if it was an attempt to purchase some more alcohol.
      A jab of guilt struck her and she began to
doubt her decision to leave. Tears glistened in the corners of her eyes;
breaking away from Phil was going to be more difficult that she had first
anticipated. After everything that had occurred tonight, Phil was still her
Father and she couldn’t help but still pity him and there was still that want to help him. Madison could not
excuse Phil’s actions tonight nor could she stand to live in this house with him anymore .
    Turning
back towards the room, she stared at the open suitcase. Her heart fluttered in
her chest and fresh tears spilled out over her cheeks. She winced as the salty
warm tears soothed the throbbing sensation on her cheek. She remained
motionless, fighting to get her erratic thoughts straight in her head. The
image of Phil’s fist connecting with her left cheek, then Phil staggering down
the garden path flooded into Madison mind. Guilt pulled at her heart strings
once again, tears clouded her vision as she struggled to deal with her
confusion. Madison gaze moved over to the closet on the right side of the room.
Her mind began to refocus as she raced over to it and began to search through
the many shoes and handbags. She pulled out a pair of knee high boots and a
pair of black satin heels, grabbing a small black handbag she threw the items
into the suitcase without a second glance.   Standing on tiptoes, Madison ran her hand along the top of the closet.
Her finger grazed across something square and solid. Stretching, she placed
both hands on the object and pulled it down - it was a dusty old shoe box.
Madison headed towards the bed with the shoe box clutched in her hands; a thick
film of dust coated the entire box. Placing the box of the bed next to her, she
pulled off the lid and scanned the contents inside. Madison eyes widened with
excitement as the colourful pictures caught her eye. Momentarily forgetting the
pain, she smiled as she flicked through the pictures. All the pictures were of
Madison’s childhood. There were a few of her as a baby, others of her on her
birthday - blowing out four candles on a big pink, frosted cake. Carefully -
she started to pull out the pictures she wanted to take with her. The first one
was a photo of Madison and Stephanie building sand castles at the beach when
they were both in nappies, they both smiled up at the camera happily, covered
in sand from head to toe.   The next photo
Madison wanted to keep was of her, Stephanie and Julie; all three of them were
spread out over the sofa at Stephanie’s house, their entire bodies covered by a
pink blanket - only their heads visible. Madison scanned the remaining buddle
of photos, pulling out any good ones that were worth keeping. A face that she
hadn’t seen in a very long time caught her eye, she paused at the glossy photo
- it looked like it had only been taken yesterday. Heidi (her mother) stood