The Daughters of Power - Jasmine Atkinson (best e book reader TXT) 📗

"This is stupid. I hate this." Savannah-Raven grumbled, splashing in her jacuzzi furiously. "Sav, calm down." sighed her sister Milla.
"I've tried, honestly, I really have. But when I'm angry... I can't help myself. It's like... A spark goes off inside me." Savannah moaned, wading out of the bubbly tub. She felt so angry with herself. Because of some pathetic reason which was still unknown to the girls, their Mother (Mel Powers, who they had lived with only a day ago in Hawaii) sent them away from her without any contacts. The Whitt sisters were unsure of their new surroundings in their penthouse suites in big, busy London. Though both of them had attempted to call their Mother, they never received a response.


Kicking the wall by the tub, Savannah's knee-length ginger hair flew ferociously around her shoulders. "Sav! Stop. We need to think about why Mum send us here." Milla complained, but was almost unheard in Savannah's deafening racket. "Sav!"
"Oh, it doesn't matter. She's stupid. I hate her." mumbled Savannah. "She made us come back here."
"Stop saying that!" Milla bit her nails worriedly. "Do you really think that about Mum?" she sniffed, her face crumpling. "She gave birth to us, and housed us, and now-"
"And now," interrupted Savannah, "She's thrown us out! What do you make of that?"
"Control your temper Savannah," Milla said, trying to stay calm. "Sav, don't unleash your anger."
"You make it sound like I'm some sort of MONSTER! 'Unleash my anger'? Honestly!"
"Yeah, well, Mum said that sometimes."
"Yeah, well, Mum's dumb. Dumby Mummy. Okay?"
"No she isn't!"
"So what is she? Why did she throw us out? What's she really like? Why didn't she tell us instead of just forcing us OUT of the house WE paid for!" Savannah yelled and slammed out of the gym room.
* * *
"Milla?" whispered Savannah-Raven as she gently knocked on her sister's multi-coloured bedroom door. "Are you crying?"
Nervously biting her lip, Savannah nudged it open. "Go away," Milla whimpered, her speech muffled by a puffy pillow.
"Milla, I just wanted to say sorry about earlier. I didn't really mean it to come out, and I was angry. When I get upset, I can't help thinking out loud."
"So you actually DO think that Mum is..." Milla winced at the word. "Stupid?" she swept her short hair from her face and lifted her head from the pillow. Seeing red rings around her sister's emerald-green eyes, Savannah edged towards her to comfort her. "Millie, you've got to face the music. Mum doesn't want us any more, and we're growing up. We're nearly nineteen. We've got to realise that this is where we belong. We were born here and raised here-"
"By Dad," Milla cut in. "Who's dead now! What are we going to do, Sav?"
"I don't know, Milla."
"Why doesn't Mum want us?"
"Millie, God knows."
"Like WE should! It was our home! She didn't even send back the furniture we bought with Dad's will money!"
"I know."
"Wait...! I have an idea!" Milla pondered for a while, and then her eyes lit up like lightbulbs. "Maybe she kept our stuff so we could move back in again!"
"Milla. Think straight. She sent us away because she doesn't want us." This statement made Milla sink back down onto her bed. Her pale face seemed even more depressed than it was when Savannah had shouted at her previously.


Smiling gladly at herself, Milla closed her Apple Mac and bounced into their living room. "Sav? I booked some tickets for the Gateway's Spa&Beauty Salon. I thought we needed a relaxation break."
"Thanks, Millie." muttered Savannah-Raven, glancing up from her Teen Vogue magazine. "I tried to text Mum to get her to send back our furniture." Her twin looked at her expectantly.
"Nothing," Savannah murmured. "No response. Anyway, I think we need that break!" She swiped the tickets from Milla's manicured fingers and dropped them into her posh Gucci handbag. "Thanks Milla. Let's go."

* * *
Milla scrambled in her bag for her new house keys. As the lift PING'ed and the doors rolled open, she said; "Sav, did you bring keys?"
"No. I thought you put them in YOUR bag."
"What? But I don't have them!"
"Oh, you idiot. Come on, I left the window open. We can climb through."
Savannah and Milla shuffled down the balcony towards their window. "Sav, hurry!" Milla's breath quickened. "Sav!"
"What? Get in!" grumbled Savannah. However, Milla was stunned into silence. The window was broken.

Savannah stood, shocked and wondering. "Hello?" She croaked as she climbed delicately through the window, avoiding the sharp glass shards."Anyone here?"
"Sav, someone's been here." Milla quivered as a strange feeling tickled her spine. "Savannah. We've been burgled."
"No, you don't say?!" Savannah snapped sarcastically. "State the obvious, Millie." She hesitated. "I'm sorry, Milla, I've just been a bit stressed."
"It's okay." Milla paused as her sister did just a moment ago. Slowly, she padded into the living room on her tiptoes. Her searching eyes crawled along the living room, already scanning for obvious clues. There was one crucial clue- there were muddy fingerprints on the telephone buttons. Milla began to speak to her sister, but Savannah had already seen what her sister had been fixing her glinting eyes on.

* * *
For about half an hour since the sisters had called them, a team of police had hurried round to the apartment. There was a woman, one plain-clothes officer(Officer Cortez) and 2 men in starched perfect uniforms. "Thank you very much for the information that you have provided." Officer Cortez gave a tight smile and said, "We are leaving now."
"Thanks for coming round." Milla muttered. "It helped a lot." The team of three showed themselves out and Savannah wasn't late by a milisecond to shut the door behind them. "Jeez, they didn't help much. Come on, let's try and clear up this mess."

Text: Jasmine atkinson
Publication Date: 05-28-2012

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