Chapter 1
It wasn't my choice to move to Castle Rock. My parents shipped me off to live with my uncle. I had gotten into trouble back home, but I don't think that was any reason to exile me. I was generally a good kid.
I set my bags down on the front step of a light brown, café, colored ranch house, and pushed my short brown hair out of my eyes. I rang the doorbell and glanced over my shoulder where my parents had dropped me off. They were already gone; fucking Donna and Keith. I turned back around when I heard the front door open. There was y Uncle Jim standing in the doorway. He had black, messy hair that must have been greased back when he was my age. Now, it touches the tips of his ears and has a soul patch for facial hair. His bright blue eyes were the same as my dad's and stood out against his dark hair.
He grunted. "You must be Delilah.
I nodded.
"Alright, come in." He had a gruff voice. "I'll get your bags."
I stepped inside and looked around. The house was plain, and the décor was boring. I would later be informed that interior design didn't fit my uncle's budget. It was neater than I thought it would be. A single man living alone leads one to think of a sloppy life style. However, glancing around, everything had a place and everything was in its place.
"I can't believe they just left you." I heard my uncle's voice behind me.
"Yeah, they kind of hate me now."
He began carrying my bags down the hall and I followed. "I don't care what you did as long as I don't have to pick you up from the country jail while you're here."
I giggled and told him not to worry. I've never gotten busted by the fuzz for anything.
The room I was staying in was as plain as the rest of the house. There was a closet, a dresser, a bedside table, a mirror, and a mattress on a metal bed frame. I was gonna have to do some decorating. Budget wasn't an issue. In an attempt to reconcile what my parents had done they agreed to give me a hundred dollars a month by transferring it into my bank account. After unpacking, I settled down for bed. It was much earlier than I would ever go to bed, even during the school year, but I was emotionally exhausted.