I own nothing…I so wish I did though!
Well I hope you enjoyed the last chapter!
I followed Esme into the house and glanced around my new settings. It was open and airy, and not at all what I expected. From the outside I thought the furniture would be outdated like mine, and things would be falling apart and faded like the white peeling paint on the exterior. But to my surprise it was extremely classy, modern, and very stylish.
"well this is home" Exclaimed Esme in a loving voice. I could tell she was the one that spent all the time putting it all together.
"Your home is lovely" I complimented while my eyes continued to wander all the décor from floor to ceiling, but stopped when they landed on Edward. The look on his face was a puzzlement of worry, confusion, and frustration. He recovered it in a flash and I wondered if I had even seen right. I turned my attention now to the people I was going live with.
Rosalie was even more pretty up close, and I was instantly reminded of how hideously ugly I really was. While her hair was long, shiny, and a perfect golden shade, mine was a drab brown, that fell just below my shoulders and flatter then road kill.
"Hi, my name is Alice!" Said a chipper voice as a hand was outstretched to me. I was startled slightly but remembering the manners my parents taught me took her hand which was colder then snow.
"hi, I'm riley" I responded mechanically. Alice then pointed to her siblings "this is Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett and Edward, but I suppose you already knew that…you're a grade below us, aren't you?"
"umm yea, I've seen you all around school" I glanced nervously from one to the next
My eyes stopped on Jasper and I felt a chill run down my back as I looked into his almost black eyes. I heart skipped a beat and my mouth went dry. 'Why is he looking at me like that' I asked myself. It was almost threatening
Esme seemed to read my discomfort and gently placed her hands on my shoulders.
"why don't I show you to your room?"
"alright" I said in voice barely above a whisper.
I followed Esme up the stairs with one last glance at the family, and there I saw Edward leaning against the wall sulking with a frustrated look on his face, eyeing my with a dark stare.
oh great, ive only been here ten minutes and they already hate me...well thats what you get Riley...sis you really expect anything different?
My room was simple, just the way I hoped it would be. I glanced at my things stacked nicely on a pile in the middle of the room.
"I hope this room will be alright?" Esme asked worried I would somehow hate it.
"oh its fine, I um just need some time to get thing unpacked and settled." I didn't want to be rude, but I had been through so much and haven't had a moment to myself since before the medics arrived…
I forced the tears back and inhaled sharply. I needed a distraction, needed anything to refocus my attention. Esme left me with a comforting smile, and when I heard the door click behind me I began to sort out what was left of my life.
I sat on the floor and looked around at everything I had packed. I felt so overwhelmed, I wasn't even sure to start. I sighed and glanced around my room hopelessly. 'So this is my new life, until I'm 18'.
What happened? How could this happen? My dad was perfectly healthy, never sick, not even a cold. And then a heart attack. So sudden, I didn't even have time to say goodbye.
I shook my head to clear away any thoughts of the last 2 days up till now. I didn't want to think about it, I pushed the pain deep inside my gut and now all could now only feel a comfortable numbing peace. It was this phase of mind that had kept me alive for so long, I relied on it as a crutch to guide me through each never ending minute of the day.
Over an hour passed and I was still sitting there on the floor caught up in my own thoughts, too overwhelmed to unpack, when I heard a soft nock on the door.
"Come in" I answered
Esme opened the door and stepped in looking down at me, sitting on the floor. "I was wondering if you where hungry at all, or needed help unpacking?" she said as she her eyes drifted over my things, not even touched.
"oh, I'm not really hungry but thank you"
"oh, alright, well if you need anything we'll be down stairs and if you are hungry latter, feel free to help yourself."
"alright, and thank you again Esme, for letting me stay here and all, I don't know where I would have gone"
your such a burden, you better be grateful! I inwardly told myself
"oh hunny, don't worry about it, really it's a pleasure to have you here!"
I bet! She's lying to you through her teeth! Cant you see that no one wants you! Your own father who swore to take care of you couldn't even deal with you! And you think this family honestly wants you? Your pathetic
I smiled weakly at her, trying to look as friendly as possible, and waited for her to leave before I let the smile disappear again. Another sigh escaped as I turned my attention back to what I was supposed to be doing. I didn't have the energy to tackle this right now, so I wandered around the room inspecting it.
The bed had a soft floral comforter on it, with lacy bed skirt to match. Now that has to go! I cringed inwardly. I wasn't the flower décor type by any means. There was a medium size book case on wall and a old wooden writing desk on the other side of the room sitting in front of a large window. I opened the closest door and was surprised to it was spacey with a soft satin pink wallpaper finish and dark wooden shelves with plenty of room to hang my scarce clothing collection.
Next I explored my very own bathroom, which was the best part of all of this. I never had my own, I always had to share with my dad. I walked in and flipped on the light. The entire bathroom was white. From the floor tiles to the counter, even the sink fixtures where white. I liked it though.
Sitting on a shelf behind the toilet where big fluffy towels, white of course. Since I hadn't made any head way with unpacking a figured a nice hot shower might help shake the overwhelming feeling that threatened to choke the breath right out of me.
Everything seemed to be set on slow motion, and I really didn't care. I moved through the last few days in a haze and was now just coming to terms of what really happened. Even my 'bad habits' hadn't been enough to set my mind straight and pull it back out of the shadowy abyss.
The due just helped push the pain further away and made breathing easier. I went to my backpack in search of my jewelry box that held my 'supplies' and lethargically dragged myself back into the bathroom, in search of my numbing bliss.
I know its not very long, but it's the best I can do till tomorrow. So if your reading this, it picks a bit more in the few chapters, and I will do narrative next to give you perspective of the Cullen's side to all of this. So yea…if you like it so far please review! It really does help!