" Claire!" Emily yelled as I got out of my new red convertible.
"Hey Emily" I replied
I was a bitch and I new it. My mom was a fashion designer and my dad was an actor. I had lived the life of a rich star all my life (I was a dancer). They had gotten divorced when I was 4. I had never been close to either of them, but the divorce separated us even more. I hardly ever saw either of them. Until the time I was 13 I switched between my dads house in Seattle and my moms house in NYC and sometimes vacationing in the France, England or Hawaii houses. I hated Seattle so much, but I came to see Quil. Quil who I loved, Quil who was my brother, Quil who could do no wrong… or so I thought. When I was 11 he hurt me. He was the cause of the 3 dark red lines etched into my left leg. My mom had taken me to NY for a month. Then I asked no begged to go back. So I kept switching between the two. When I was 13, Jessica came to visit and I found Quil and Jess having sex in my house. So I moved back to New York.
"It's so good to see you" she said hugging me warmly
"You to" I said without much enthusiasm
She eyed me for a second before saying "come in, everyone's so exited to see you"
'Yea right' I thought I would be willing to bet no one was exited too see me.
Not to my surprise, I walked in to a small living room packed with 13 figures, all eyeing me with embarrassed mad looks. I looked back at them with even more venom. Then I relised Quil was missing. I let this thought go as Emily said
"Ok everyone, Claire is here"
Silence greeted Emily's words until finally after what could have been hours, embry shouted "HEY CLAIRE" in his loud booming voice, trying to ease the awkwardness.
"If this is all you're gonna do I'm wasting my time" I said exasperated
As I headed for the door, a warm hand grasped my wrist. It was Sam
"What?" I said with a lot of attitude
"If you go… you will have a matching set of lines on your other leg" Sam said. I looked at him like he had slapped me.
"I'd love to see you try" I said before I speed walked to the door but not before I heard embry say "you idiot, he's gonna give you hell for that" and Emily look like Sam had said those word to her.
I got in my car and drove away; to the house I had once called home, the house, all this shit had started in. I walked across the long path leading through the grass hedges to the mansion. Inside there was a mud room and then a door that lead to a huge room that had to stair cases, one on the left, and one on the right. Both of them were covered in fancy rug. This room looked like a ballroom. I walked up the stairs down a hall way and to my door. Inside was a white living room. In the far right was a "L" shaped black counter with a black fridge and 3 bar seats. Next to that, were black couches around a coffee table and TV. The wall closest to me had 2 doors, one led to my huge closet, the other to my room. My room had white walls, a red carpet, bed, nightstand, desk (with a computer) and shelves. There was also a red door leading to my blue bathroom. I sat down and flicked through channels.
An hour or so later I resolved to go dance. I walked to the dance room witch was covered in mirrors, put on music and danced. It was my way of letting off steam. Soon after my phone rang. I answered it and heard Sams voice
"Claire"
"Yes"
"I wanted to apologize I shouldn't have said that but a lot of the pack blames you"
"For what?"
"Quil doesn't do anything, he sits on his ass and mopes"
"Oh well for him. I am hear Sam, because I need to pretend to visit my father sometimes"
"Your father is in Puerto rico filming"
"I know, but it looks bad if I never come here."
"Oh really" he said skeptsism heavy in his voice
"Really, you know nothing about being a teenage star. I didn't come back for Quil"
With that I shut my phone, went back to my room and fell asleep.