I walked into the house and stared looking around. I looked at the spiral staircase. I'm sorry but that looks like way too many steps that I won't be climbing. My father came and stood beside me.
"It's amazing, isn't it?"
"Very.. How did you afford all of this, not saying that you couldn't but.."
He chuckled. "No it's okay.. I built this about a few years back."
"You built this?" I asked surprised.
"Why you gotta say it like that? You sound like I couldn't do it."
"No I didn't mean for it to be takin' like that."
He pulled me into a hug. "I know kiddo.. Now why don't you go explore.. You can have any room you want.."
"No way really?"
"Really."
I hugged him tightly. I was about to hick the stairs until I remembered that there was too many. I turned to my father. He raised an eyebrow.
"Something wrong?"
"Bruh.. That's too many stairs."
He laughed. "I know.. You can get some exercise."
"That doesn't mean that I need it. Have you seen me? I'm as skinny as a toothpick."
"Stop complaining.. You look perfect."
"Thanks dad."
"Anytime sweetie."
I smiled and started my hike up the stairs.. I made it up the first flight of stairs when a room caught my eye. I took a left and grabbed the knob of the door. Written in lime green letters was, Game Room. I opened the door and walked inside. The room was painted light blue with black lace designs for the borders. I looked infront of me and saw a flat screen tv that hung on the wall. There was a black couch, two black chairs, and a light blue table in the center. Along the border of the room was different game systems.. GameCube, Wii, PS3 Move, Kinect, Xbox 360, Nintendo D.S, you name it, he had it. The games were stacked neately in a glasscase under each game system. I walked over to the closet that was located on my right. I opened it and looked inside. Board games were everywhere. Never had I see so many board games in one place.. except for Toy 'R Us. I picked up CandyLand. I giggled and thought about how me and my friends use to play this all the time.. Chelsey would always cheat and get Princess Frost which put her ahead of everyone else. She would always rearrange the cards so that she drew Princess Frost every time it was her turn.
"Amazing.. Isn't it?"
I turned around and Michael was leaning against the doorway. I put the game down and closed the door.
"Yeah.. It is very impressive."
"Brings back memory."
"Can't argue on that one."
"Mhmm."
I took one last look around the room and turned back to him. He was looking down at his hand. I cleared my throat and his head shot up.
"Something wrong?"
"No."
"Then why did you clear your throat?"
"I had something stuck in it."
He smirked. "Nice."
"I was trying to get your attention."
"Of course."
"So how did you and my dad met?"
"I'm adopted."
"I didn't ask you that."
"Well that's all you need to know." he said through clenched teeth.
"I can see that I'm already barking up the wrong side of your tree.."
"Be careful.. If you know what's good for you, you wouldn't bark up the wrong side of my tree."
I didn't even have a chance to respond. He turned on his heels and walked away. I felt bad now.. I didn't mean to make him mad. I only wanted to know. I sighed.. One minute he's flirty and nice and the next he's mad. I closed the door and started back up stairs. On the third flight of stairs I took a right and walked down the hallway. I picked a random room and opened the door. I turned on the lights and immediately fell inlove with it. It was painted gold with red Indian and flower designs. A queen size bed was in the center with a black vail covering it. Two slide doors lead to the balcony. A flat screen was hung up on the wall above the fireplace. Behind the bed was book shelves filled with books. On my right was a door that lead to the master bathroom. On my left was a built in remote. Next to that was a desk with a computer sitting on top. I went over and pressed a random button. The wall went up to reveal rotating racks, filled with clothes and shoes. I pressed another button and the wall let back down. I pulled out my phone and dialed my father's number.
"Hello?"
"Dad, I found my room."
"Let me guess, on the third floor right?"
"Yep. It's the room with the rotating racks of clothes."
"I knew you would chose that one."
"How?"
"It has book shelves in there, right?"
"Yep."
"I hope you enjoy it."
"Thanks.. Where is Michael's room?"
"On the forth floor."
"Thanks."
"No problem. Love you."
"Love you,too."
I hung up and walked out of the room. I took the stairs two at a time. I made it to the forth floor in no time. My dad don't exactly tell me which room Michael was staying in so I checked each and every one of the room. I opened the last door which was located all the way down the hall. I heard water running and I walked in and gently closed the door. It was super dark in here so I couldn't see where I was going. I bumped into a desk and knocked something over. I dropped to my knees and started searching for it. I picked it up. It was a picture of Michael and a girl. I pulled out my phone and used the light. His arm was wrapped around her waist and they were smiling. I was so busy looking at the picture, that I didn't notice that the water had stopped. Michael walked with a towel wrapped around his waist while water slowly traveled down his body.
"What are you doing in here?"
I jumped and turned to look at him. "I just came to apologize."
"For what? Going through my personal stuff?" he said looking at the picture in my hand.
"This was sitting on your table, so don't accuse me of going through your stuff."
"Well if you did come into my room without permission I wouldn't have to accuse you of going throught my stuff, now would I?"
He came towards me and snatched the picture out of my hand. I looked at him.
"You should leave."
"Who's the girl in the picture. You look happy together."
"Please leave."
"Tell me who she is."
"Leave.. Right now."
"I want to know."
He took a step closer to me. "Curosity killed the cat.. Now leave.." he growled.
"But.."
Before I could get out another word, I went flying into the wall. The wind was knocked out of me. I had a small cut on my arm. I tried to get up but my back was hurting. I watched as he grabbed a robe and put it on. I looked at the cut on my arm and wiped the blood away. He came over to me and dropped down to my level.
"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to do that." he whispered softly.
"Please just leave me alone."
"Let me help you."
"You threw me into a wall.. Do you really think I want your help?"
"Actually I sent you flying into the wall."
"And that makes you feel good?"
"No."
"I still don't want your help."
He picked me up bridal style. "Where's your room?"
"Why would I tell you? You might come and slip my throat while I'm sleep."
"Would you rather sleep with me?"
"Third floor, Third room."
He carried me out of his room and down the stairs to my room. He opened my door and went over to my bed. He pulled back the black vail and gently layed me down. I looked up at the ceiling to avoid making eye contact with him.
"You can leave now."
"Do you forgive me?"
"I think you better leave before I send you flying into my wall."
"I would love to see you try.."
"Will you please just leave."
"Fine."
He got up and walked to my room. He opened it.
"Goodnight."
"Yeah.. Whatever."
"I really am sorry.."
"Will you just leave already."
He let out a sigh and walked out. He gently closed the door behind him. I sighed. That did not go as well as I thought it would.
