Does she live on Drury Lane?[Night]

Tonight was going to be another sleepless night. It was just time for the bakery to close up, and I guess my parents had to have a strongly worded talk with me. We were all seated in the main room, not that far away from the main desk of the bakery. My parents were seated on the darkly colored couch, and I as left standing in front of them. Nervousness was starting to spread through me, because I felt like I did something to get in trouble. But what could it be? I have always been a sweet and innocent girl, minus the points where I wanted to break something. Mother had a very weird look on her face, but my father had a disappointed look on his. I bit my lip as father started to speak up in his such low and manly tone. "So, Mallory, word on the street is you are giving out FREE BREAD to people?" A frown started to cross my face, and I froze up. I rarely gave out bread to anyone, but when I did, It was for a very good reason. All those beggars surrounding me, looking like skin and bones. And that young manw with the little orphan in his hand. If I recall, his name was Griffin, and he was the kindest gentlemen I have met in my 15 years of life. I tried to keep my face as serious as possible, and I started to speak up to my father. "I have my reasons, father, I promise." His facial expressions shocked me very much, as he started to look furious. My mother reached my hand to his shoulder, holding him back from coming at me. He looked like he was ready to attack me, and actually HURT me. My body cringed back in fear, because this was the first time he has ever done something like this. His tone changed completely when he spoke once again. "You can't do this to us, Mallory.. GOD DAMNIT!" My mother was starting to cry at what was happening, and I was almost to the same point as her. The only thing I could do was run, run for my room. Almost halfway up the stairs, I could hear my father scream once again. "AS PUNISHMENT, YOU WILL PREP THE BAKERY IN THE MORNING!" He knows how much I hate having to wake up early in the morning to do ANYTHING. My hand grasped onto the doorknob, and I creaked my door open as fast as I could, slamming it behind me. How could he do this to me? All those starving people dying daily, and he yells at me for sacrificing one god damn loaf?

Tears were running down my eyes as the covers went over me. My bed was the only place where I could have peace and quiet. My eyes closed, but the tears were still coming. I managed to go to sleep after an hour of sitting there, trying to entertain myself. That morning would be one of the most hard mornings ever. I could tell by the slight glimmer of light creeping through the window that It was the crack of dawn. Father would be up stairs yelling me to wake up in a few minutes, so I decided I would surprise him. The silk covers were covering only half of my body, so I had no trouble tossing them off of me. My clothing consisted of basic pajama pants, and a tiny t-shirt that was way too tight for me. Purple bags were across both of my eyes. Even if I wanted to sleep, I knew that my father would make sure I was awake. The coolness of the stone floor crashed with the warmness of my feet, and sent chills through my body. The door creaked open in front of me, and I was prepared to face the boisterous voice of my father in his full rage, but it was just my innocent mother. Her eyes were blood-shot red, like she was crying most of the night. "Oh, you are already awake. You need to make sure you prep the dough for today's business day." I nodded my head to her. She coughed, as if she was clearing her throat, and closed the door. The light sound of footsteps could be heard just outside the door, and another door opening and closing. My body shifted towards the door, opening it up slowly. Keep calm, and don't do something you will regret.

For punishment, my "fake" father, as I call him, told me to prep everything needed prepping for today. The steps creaked loudly as I walked down them to the front of the bakery. My eyes caught onto a slab of dough sitting on the table, and a rolling pin waiting beside it. Mother must of set this up for me, so I wouldn't have to hunt for what to prep. My hands grasped onto the rolling pin, and I slammed it onto the dough. Not even bothering to put some flower over it, I started to roll it out. I let out my aggression on the dough, or else I would let it out by breaking something. I wasn't focusing at all, and before I knew it, the dough broke a part, leaving a big, gaping hole in the middle of it. "GOD DAMNIT!" My voice echoed along the very empty room, and I was starting to fear that my father would hear it, but no one came down from the stairs. The only thing that stopped me from throwing that rolling pin across the room and saying "Fuck the world" was someone sitting outside the bakery. It was just the back of the persons head, but it seems so familiar. Why is anyone out here so early, anyways? We don't open until noon. This person must have some sort of reason to be here, and I need to find out why. The rolling pin slammed onto the messy table, and I started to make my way towards the door. I didn't even think about what could happen, but the door was already open, and I instantly knew who was sitting there. Griffin.

What is he doing here so early? That same boy that I gave that bread to. To that little orphan that was desperate to eat just about anything. My face went from pale and depressed to excited in red in a matter of seconds, and a shy smile crossed my face. He was just nonchalantly sitting there. He looked as nice as he did the day I met him, and I personally knew this was past curfew at the orphanage he was from, since I did end up there at a point in time. Word started to escape my lips, with a slightly nervous tone. "Umm.. Griffin... Do you need something?"