An Abrupt Departure

Havermouth, Five Years Before

Aislen woke at midday and fought down a wave of nausea. Her stomach rumbled, demanding food, adding another layer of discomfort to the nausea. She broke out in sweat, breathing heavily in an effort to maintain control. “F-k,” she slapped a hand over her mouth and dashed across the room, and down the hallway to the bathroom, to vomit miserably into the toilet bowl.

She could hear her parents talking in the kitchen, and the clink of China and silverware has her mother washed the dishes. She brushed her teeth and showered, before tiptoeing back down the hall towards her bedroom. As she reached the door, her father stepped out, with her suitcases in his hands.

“What…?” She frowned. “What are you doing with those?”

“Get dressed Aislen,” he replied grimly and carried them out to the front door.

“You are very lucky,” Tiffany said from the kitchen doorway. “That there is a room available for you already. Considering the drama last night, this morning Mr Mason cal