Sorry, for the delayed, school is hell. Since this chapter was super long, I had to cut it in half, hopefully the next update will be quicker, depending on my free time. Thanks for all the reviews, it really made my day. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint, but I have a feeling the next chapter will be more pleasing for most.
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Marie's eyes snapped open as she gasped for air. She gripped at her scarf as her eyes became accustomed to her surroundings. She let out of a sigh of relief when she realized she was still in the same car that she was in two hours ago. "You okay Marie?" The social worker asked, glimpsing at the pale girl who sat next to him. "Yes, I'm fine Trevor." Marie replied, wiping the sweat off her forehead, putting on her glasses that she had left on her lap.
"Same dream again?" Trevor asked. His voice was laced with concern.
"It is always the same dream Trevor," Marie hissed coldly, clenching her jaw. "Did you expect something different?"
"No, I guess not," Trevor replied timidly. Marie sighed deeply, feeling slightly guilty for snapping, but she couldn't help that he asked such an idiotic question. He, of all people should know that these dreams would never go away. After all, they are just another painful reminder of what happened all those months ago. She was alive and her dad was dead, and nothing was ever going to change that fact. "How long until we arrive at Beacon Hills?" Marie asked, turning towards him, giving the biggest puppy dog eyes. Trevor looked at his traveling companion and sighed, knowing that this is the closest he would get to an apology from Marie. He gave the 16 year old a small smile, "We will arrive at town in about thirteen minutes and to your mother's house in around thirty-five minutes." Marie's eyes narrowed at the word 'mother'. "What mother?" She thought bitterly. Marie never did like her mother. After all, she basically abandoned her and her father when she was two years old.
"I don't understand why I have to live with her. Why can't I go into foster care or something?" Marie spat as she glared out the window.
"Because," Trevor began, "She is the only living relative that was willing to take you in. You should be happy."
"Why should I be happy?" Marie asked, now facing Trevor again. Trevor groaned in annoyance and refused to meet Marie's eyes and kept his eyes on the road as he drove, thinking of a reason that would satisfy the bitter teen.
"You should be happy because she loves you," He responded gently. Marie tightened her scarf around her neck, frowning at his answer and looked out the side window, watching the scenery quickly pass them by as they sped down the road.
"If she loved me so much why didn't she ever try to see me for the last 14 years?" Marie grumbled in distaste. Trevor rolled his eyes at the stubborn blonde and went back to paying attention to the road. As Marie stared through the window, millions of thoughts meld into one internal battle. "Maybe you should give her a chance," Marie's internal reasonable side suggested.
"Why should I give her a chance? She left my dad, she left me." She thought back. "At least she cared enough to take you in when no one else did."
"If she cared so much why didn't she visit me when I was in a coma for 2 months or visit me when I woke? Why didn't she attend my father's funeral, even if she didn't like him she could have done it for me? Why? Why? Why?" Marie's internal rant was cut off by her friend.
"Marie, are you okay? You look like you swallowed a lemon." Trevor commented joking.
"Should I give her a chance?" she asked softly, her voice slightly shaking.
"It wouldn't hurt if you did." Trevor answered sincerely, watching Marie deeply consider his words and with that their small talk was over. Marie looked at her phone that was laying in the cup holder and hastily picked it up. She quickly went on her Facebook and clicked on her friend's chat box. 'Lily, let's Skype later.' She typed, pressing enter as she turned on the radio. "If you look outside your window you will see we are now in Beacon Hill," Trevor announced as he tapped his fingers to the music on the steering wheel. Marie anxiously looked out the window and saw the usual shops, cars, bikes, families walking together, and teenagers hanging outside, enjoying the last days of summer vacation. "Too many people," Marie thought glumly then looked at her phone, seeing that Lily had responded. She instructed her to call her whenever she can, giving Marie a small smile to regain some normality. "You will love this town Marie. It is a brand new start," Trevor sang gleefully while moving his dirty, messy brown hair that was covering his dark blue eyes with one hand.
Marie cracked a small smile as she laid her head back on the seats head cushions and took a deep breath and moved her unruly, curly blonde hair out of her face and put her phone back in the the cup holder. A small smile appeared on Marie's lips as she listened to the radio played, "Bohemian Rhapsody," by Queen, which was her dad's favorite song. She started to softly hum to the song, making Trevor grin. Trevor turned up the music on the radio, which led to him singing extremely off tune. Marie let out a small laugh and joined in the singing, together they started dancing as much as they could with their seat belts. Near the end of the song Trevor swiftly became somber, turned off the music, and sat stiffly in his seat. Marie quickly felt the tense atmosphere and realized they were at her new house. She turned to Trevor's window and saw that there was a huge forest that followed the side of the road. It seemed to go on for miles.
Marie briskly turned back towards her window and her mouth dropped open when she saw the house she had to live in. The house was ridiculously huge, in fact, Marie wouldn't even consider calling it a house but a mansion instead. It was made of deep burgundy bricks and had glorious marbled pillars that were holding up the archway and the roof was made out midnight black bricks. The lawn was neatly cut and a rich emerald color and the side of the pathway to the house had a bountiful of flowers. The flowers consisted of different color roses, red poppies, forget-me-nots, lavenders, and daffodils. "You got to be joking. This looks like a Barbie house. Wait, no, Barbie would commit first-degree murder for this house," Marie told Trevor in disbelief. Trevor shrugged, his eyes glistening in amusement.
"Well, this is your new home, so keep a watch out for homicidal barbies," he joked as he parked the car, unlocking the door and the trunk. Marie unbuckled her seat belt and speedily opened the car door, forgetting about her phone and not noticing that Trevor had pocketed it. The instant Marie was outside the car she was slapped in the face by the warm air and the scent of the many types of flowers mixed in with the smell of the freshly cut grass. She thought to herself, "I swear to god if she looks likes Barbie I will scream." Angrily she moved to the trunk to get her suitcases. "It's unlocked!" Trevor shouted while tossing her her phone.
Marie humphed in response and lifted the trunk grabbing her two black suitcases. She looked at the forest again and titled her head at it. "I am so investigating that place," she thought, looking back at her suitcases and picking them up. Then she started to head towards the mansion. Trevor strolled next to her and nudged her shoulder, making Marie slightly jump. "Sorry 'bout that blondie, but you forgot your phone," Trevor said offering her the phone. Marie blushed in embarrassment and yanked her phone from his hand vehemently. She put it in her pant pockets and stormed towards the house.
"You need to learn to be less forgetful," he added, quickly catching up to her.
"I will when you learn to be less of a moron," she replied back smoothly, slowing down her pace.
"Oh how you make me laugh," Trevor mocked playfully and Marie rolled her eyes then turned towards the forest again.
"Is that a preserve?" Marie asked, eying the forest in curiosity. Trevor stopped in his tracks and turned around to see what Marie was looking out.
"I am assuming you mean forest. Did it catch your interest?" He asked.
"No I am talking about the desert in front of us, Of course I'm talking about the forest dumbass," Marie replied sarcastically, "Also to answer your question, yes. There is something unique about it." she added sincerely.
"Don't be a smartass," Trevor warned the blonde teen, "And to answer your question: Yes, It is Beacon Hills Preserve." Marie nodded and hummed in response and began once again to walk back to the house on the stone walkway. As they got closer to the mansion, Marie was able to see the pillars in all their glory. The pillars had a unique vine pattern that seemed to slither up the milky white marble. As much as Marie hated to admit it, she was impressed with the beautiful design. Trevor and Marie finally arrived at the porch and stood in front of the black door. The door reminded Marie of a starless night and it was covered in wrought iron with more eccentric designs. The door knocker was a silver, sparkling color that seemed to be the moon to the door's night. Marie looked at Trevor, giving him an anxious and skeptical look. Trevor gave her a nod of reassurance and she nodded back. Slowly lifting her hand, she grabbed the silver knocker and banged on the intimidating door.
After a long, suspenseful pause the door was opened by a dark-haired woman. The woman had long, wavy, black hair. She had dark brown eyes, pale skin that matched Marie's, and ruby red lips. To Marie the women could have been Snow White's prettier older sister. She wore dark blue jeans, a plain white shirt, and dirty brown sandals. "At least she isn't a life-size Barbie," Marie thought in dark amusement and watched the woman's face change from one of confusion to sudden realization.
"Marie is that you?" the black-haired women lightly asked, her voice sounding like a rhythmic song.
"Hi Rebecca," Marie replied coldly, shifting left and right. Her mom flinched slightly at the coldness in her voice, but then vigorously moved forward and engulfed her daughter in a tight bear hug, even though Marie did not return the favor . The hug seemed to have lasted an hour when Marie's mom finally pulled away. She then cupped her daughter's face in her palms and gave her a loving look.
"You've grown so much," she whispered. There was genuine affection in her voice.
"Well, considering that I was two years old the last time you saw me I would hope that I'd grown," Marie coldly reminded the woman. She slowly moved out of her mother's embrace. Marie looked at the ground quickly. Her curly hair was beginning to frizz and it draped down into her face covering it like a dirty golden waterfall. She wanted to avoid seeing her mother's pain filled eyes and Trevor's disapproving look.
"Marie, why don't you find your bedroom while I discuss some things with your mother," Trevor suggested.
"Your room is the first door to the right on the second story Marie," Rebecca informed Marie. She then stepped outside, moved to the side to give her daughter room to enter the house. She looked up at the two adults and nodded at them. She walked into the house and for the second time today her mouth dropped.
"You gotta be shittin me," Marie mused in annoyance and in awe. She thought the outside was shocking but the inside was ostentatious. The floor was made out of alluring, rich mahogany and the walls were a creamy shade of white. Above her was an elegant crystal chandelier that had tiny lights at the bottom of each crystal. To the Northwest was a beautiful spiral staircase with an onyx railing that lead to the 2nd floor. She looked to her left and right to see that the other rooms had their doors closed making Marie decide that she would investigate the house later. Marie slowly climbed the spiral stairway, taking her time to observe the continuous flower design on the wall. As soon as she arrived to the second story Marie clumsily turned to the right. She arrived at the first door. It was lavender with a silver and black knob.
She put down the suitcase she was holding in her right hand and opened the door. The moment Marie walked into the room she was in awe. The walls and carpeting were a delicate lavender color. There were three red circular carpets in front of her bed. To the right of her room was a red coat tree. The coat tree's was that of a red pencil and next to that was a wall bookcase. The bookcase was in the shape of two long red lockers and were connected. Next to the bookcase was a wooden desk that held a red apple computer and red folder holders. There was a red mouse with a matching red mouse pad. Below that was the monitor. Above the computer was a shelf that held a pencil box and two red storage containers. There was a red swivel chair and another book-case, but this one was clear. There was a huge window that showed the Beacon Falls Preserve in all its strange glory and appeal. The windows were adorned with red polka-dotted curtains. The bed had a wooden headboard, cushioned with a red fluffy pillow. It has a red mattress with a bold lavender sheet on top, accompanied with another fluffy pillow. Under the wooden bed were wooden cubbies, to hide small objects or books. Above the bed on the wall were more book cubbies already holding a couple of Sherlock Holmes books.
To the left was a crimson red door that had a baby blue ribbon painted across it. That door was the closet door. The other door was lavender with a black ribbon painted across it. That door led into the bathroom. Marie walked towards the the crimson door. Her eyes widen when she realized it was a huge walk-in closet. She turned on the lights and couldn't believe what she saw. Inside were numerous hangers for her clothes. There were built in drawers and shelves for her pants, shirts, skirts, and shoes. There were literally drawers for everything. Each drawer was labeled in different colors and different shades. She backed out of the closet in shock and slowly closed the door. "So this is how privileged kids live, no wonder why they act so snotty," Marie muttered. She then went to check out the bathroom and was relieved to see it was a normal white bathroom. She then noticed another door off to the side. Like any curious teenager, she quickly opened it. "Holy Crap, they're connected also!" She exclaimed in awe. Marie quickly closed the door and turned around to see a crystal clear mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror, not in vanity, well slightly in vanity, but more in curiosity.
Her once pale skin was an unhealthy shade, there were also dark purple bags under her eyes. The blue-green eyes that were once filled with life seemed dull and sullen. She still had her chubby cheeks and obnoxious freckles that her father loved to make fun of. Marie quickly removed her red scarf that her father gave her when she was ten and lightly traced over the deep jagged scar that went right across the front of her neck. It was vile and purple and suddenly she felt tears start to run down her face. She quickly turned away from the mirror and brushed them away and bravely put on a strong façade. She refused to be weak. She refused to break down. She refused to let him win. She had to, for her father. She carefully put her scarf back around her neck, turned on the cold water faucet and removed her glasses. She splashed ice-cold water on her face to make the bags under her eyes look less noticeable. Marie exited the bathroom and looked at her suitcases that lay on the ground. Her luggage seemed to mock her. "Don't give me that judging look," she mumbled to the cases and left the room.
AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, sadly I wasn't able to add the stranger that she happens to piss off but it will be in the next chapter, I swear. Sorry for any spelling and/or grammatical errors, and I do accepted any constructive criticism, since I am still a novice writer. If you want more of the story please favorite, follow, and review. I hope you all have a nice day/evening/night.