Enchating Apple Pastry

"Robin Dinner!" Called Mrs Giggs from the other room, Robin's eyes opened lazily she had fallen asleep while reading again. She wiped the drool from her mouth quickly and entered the dining room. To Robins surprise, there were only two settings at the table. The room certainly looked less fancy now Robin's mother wasn't expecting guests. Mrs Giggs asked her daughter to sit down then started serving her chicken hotpot, it was a big difference from all the caterers running around only a few days ago. Her mother sat down and smiled sweetly at her daughter.

"Dig in deer you don't want it getting cold"

"What about Dad is he working late today?" Robin asked gazing at the food below her, it smelled so good Robin felt like she could almost go diving in it!

"What? Oh, your Dad wasn't working today, he hasn't felt well he has been in bed all day!" Mrs Giggs caught the look of concern on Robins's face, "Don't worry, he just needs to rest."

"Why didn't you say something," Robin demanded coldly, she had put up with her mum talking about Mr Caldwell for so long, but her mum failed to mention that her dad was ill and in the house!

"Don't use that tone with me, young lady! Your father is asleep I didn't want to worry you, now eat your food and don't let that sharp mood of yours ruin this lovely evening!"

Robin did as she was told and ate her food quietly but her attitude had already ruined the evening, after dinner her mother took the plates away and then said she was going to bed to look after her father.

"You can see him in the morning," She told Robin. When Robin asked to see her father, "Please Robin just let him rest for the while."

Robin tried to argue with her mum, but her mom shot her such a look before she walked upstairs that Robin knew it was best to wait till the next day to see her dad.

Robbin reluctantly went upstairs to her room. Her childhood room was seashell blue much like her room in the apartment, it was a medium-sized room with a single bed. The duvet on the bed looked like it was for a child, it was covered in black and white cats swirling around a moon. In the corner of the room, was a pink chest of draws covered in glitter. On top of the chest of draws was a small TV, and an overnight bag her mother must have prepared knowing Robin was staying the weekend. Robin got into her nightdress and fell asleep watching a TV show about Lions and the many partners a male has.

When Robin awoke the next morning she noticed that someone had come in during the night to turn the TV off, they had also left a beautiful peachy coloured dress, with a square collar and a sailor skirt at the foot of the bed. Robin walked over to the dress and felt the fabric it was delicate and light.

"Robin get dressed and quickly come downstairs," Robins mother had the ears of a bat and was waiting for the slightest movement from her daughter. Robin put on the dress carefully it felt so dainty like she could rip it easily. Standing in front of the mirror she admired how well it fit, it hugged her curves and pushed up breast making them seem even more firm. For all her mother's annoyances, she did certainly know how to pick out a dress.

"Robin quickly hurry up!" Robin thinking something had happened to her dad rushed down the stairs only to be greeted by her mum at the foot of the stairs wielding a hairbrush and apple pastry. "Eat this quick!" Robin's mum said forcing the pastry into the girl's hands, she then quickly grabbed Robins hair and started brushing franticly, pulling Robin's hair into a loosely done up style.

"Whats going on?" Robin asked, her mother was acting very strangely.

"Eat, Eat ! " said her mother pushing Robins hands towards her mouth, Robin took a bite of the pastry, it was enchanting and syrupy. "We can't have you going out looking like a haystack?"

'Going out?' Robin thought to herself mid mouthful, 'where.....' Then it clicked Robins mother franticly messing with her hair, the dress. 'Did her own mother sell her soul to the devil?"

There was a knock at the door and Robins mother grabbed the pastry from out of her hands and threw it int he bin. Robin was about to complain about having the first thing she'd ever loved snatched out of her hands so heartlessly when Robin's mother opened the front door and a tall man entered the house.