Chapter One
I looked around the airport. I saw kids crying, parents yelling, and people talking. I just couldn't see my father, nothing shocking about that. He was always late. I wonder why he even wanted me to move in with him.
I sat down, and checked my phone. He was thirty minutes late. I had sent him a message ten minutes ago asking where he was, and still no reply. No wonder my mother left him, and Anna disliked him.
Anna, my older sister, never really got along with our father. Ever since we were little they would fight. After our parents got a divorce she stopped talking to him. I didn't.
I always felt bad for him. He was always alone working, and he didn't have a lot of friends. I would call him from time to time, but he would always seem so distant. Maybe he liked being left alone.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Salome. Something came up at work." My father said.
"Its fine, dad, I was just scared you forgot that I was coming." I laughed nervously.
"I was the one who asked you to move in. How could I forget?" My father gave me a hug.
My father, Mark, was a doctor. He also did research. He was always at work trying to find some kind of cure for some illness. He never talked about what he did at work. He loved his secrets, as did I.
He put my luggage on the back of his black Jeep, as I looked up at the sky. It was gray and it looked like it was about to rain.
"You're going to love Forks. It rains all the time." My father smiled at me.
"Can I ask you a question?" I asked.
I saw him nod in the corner of my eye. I turn to see him. He seemed much older. He didn't look this old when I visited him in California three months ago.
His tan skin was lighter, he had lost weight, and he looked tired. He looked ill.
"Why did you ask me to come?" I asked.
He didn't look at me. He just kept his eyes on the road, but I saw his knuckles turn white. I could also feel how nervous he was. Maybe he was ill.
"I was just getting lonely. How are your mother and sister doing?" He gave me a weak smile.
"Mom is doing fine. John and she moved into a smaller house, since I was coming to live with you. Anna moved in with her boyfriend about a month ago." I told him.
"Do you like John?" He asked.
I could hear worry in his voice. John was my mother's longtime boyfriend. I grew up seeing him around the house. He moved in with us when I was thirteen. I did respect him, but I never saw him as a father. I did call him dad once or twice. John didn't seem to mind.
"He's been living with us for five years, so yeah. He has grown on me." I said.
"Even if he made you guys move to New York?" My father seemed a little shock.
I knew he knew I had gotten upset when I heard we were moving to New York. I loved California too much to leave, but it made my mother happy. New York wasn't that bad. I learned some useful things, but it was heard to find any unpopulated area which drove me insane.
"Yeah, John isn't a bad guy. He just got a better job offer." I said.
Mark nodded. He looked so worried. Had something happen? Looking at my father made me uneasy.
"I've missed you." He said after minutes of silence.
My eyes widen when I heard him say that. He never told me he missed me. I don't think he ever told anyone he missed them. He would he loved me, but never miss. That's when I knew something major had happened. I also knew he wasn't going to tell me anytime soon.
"I've missed you too." I said softly.
We drove in silence the rest of the way. I had a bad feeling, and I didn't like it. When I have a bad feeling something bad is just around the corner.
"We're almost there. You're going to love the house. It's surrounded by a forest." My father said happily.
I loved the forest. It had so much life in it, and I felt like I could hide there.
We turned into a drive way. Soon a big house was in front of us. It had a lot of windows. It was modern style house, but it fitted in with its surroundings.
"Wow. You have a beautiful house." I said while stepping out of the car.
"It's your house also. I'm glad you like it." My father said.
I helped him with my luggage. I looked around the house amazed. It was so beautiful. Way prettier than our house in New York, but the house looked lonely. It was so big. No wonder he got lonely.
"Do you want to see your room?" He asked me.
I nodded eagerly. He told me he had hired someone to decorate my room, and that they did an amazing job.
My new room had dark purple walls with black and white pictures of different city hanging on the wall. It also had an amazing view of the forest. The queen size bed was covered with a black bedspreads that had purple flowers on it. The room was amazing.
"I hope you like it. You can change what you don't like." My dad said nervously.
"I love it. It's beautiful and it has an amazing view of the forest." I smiled at him.
I gave him a hug, and he hugged me back. I felt his loneliness. It made me feel guilty for not staying with him. My mother, sister, and I left him behind.
"You better unpack, so you can get to bed early. I'll call you when dinner is done." He said.
"You cook?" I asked.
"Kind of." He laughed.
He was about to step out of the room when I remember about school.
"When do classes start?" I asked.
"They start tomorrow. I've already bought you the school supplies. They're in the closet." He told me.
I nodded and stared at the closet. I felt weird starting over. I needed to find new friends, and make nice with the teachers. I was glad it was my junior year.
My phone rang. I jumped a little, but I took it out of my pocket.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Salome? How are you, sweet heart?" My mother asked.
"I'm fine just unpacking." I sat down on the bed.
"What do you think of the town?" She asked.
"We just passed through, so I don't know yet. Dad lives out in the country. I don't think he even has neighbors." I said.
"He does like his privacy." My mother laughed "I have to go. Say hello to your father for me."
"Will do." I said.
"I love you, Salome." My mother told me.
"I love you too, Monica." I told her.
I heard her laugh before hanging up. My mother, Monica, was a psychiatrist. It's cool because I learned how to read people. It was a very useful thing.
I unpack and ate dinner. Nothing really happened after dinner. Mark just told me to always keep my phone on, and that I could stop by the hospital any time I liked. That was about it.
As I got into bed I wondered if I would have any dreams that night. I really hope not. I never liked to dream. My dreams always got me into trouble; the kind of trouble that gave me more secrets to hide.
I slowly drifted into sleep, as I thought about what might tomorrow have in store for me.