Authors note: This is still in Jade's POV, and I want to tell you that changes have been made to the Hewitt family. Luda is the mother of four sons: Thomas, Uncle Monty, Vilmer and Ike. Reasons will be given why they weren't in the movies. So Luda is now the grandmother of Jade. Please leave a review, and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 3:

"Who's Vilmer...is he my dads brother" I asked as I hesitantly walked into the house

"Oh he's my husband, is your daddy Ike" smiled Darla as she guided me into the living room, then told me to sit down. "Yeah, daddy's Ike" I replied as I sat down

"Oh" yelped Darla, before she gasped with a glistening smile "you daddy, he's my Vilmer's brother...your my niece". Pulling herself across the sofa, Darla wrapped her arms around me loving then whispered down my ear "I'll be a great auntie". She suddenly asked with a childish grin "so, what was the horrific circumstance"

"Oh, my daddy, he killed my mum...then he shot himself" I whimpered in a whisper as Darla ran her fingers through my hair. Startled by the womans actions, I shuffled further down the sofa only for Darla to shuffle closer towards me.

Although Darla's intentions seemed genuine and due to kindness, I thought the woman was over-dramatic. Her new aunt Darla was weird, flamboyant and she appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Darla was quite attractive, but her attractiveness was somewhat marred by the clothing she wore, which looked cheap and tarty. She was around five-foot eight-inches, but looked taller as she was wearing knee-high, high-heeled black leather boots. She also had a shapely, curvacious body which some would consider sexy, but it was ruined by the tight, strapless dress she was wearing, that was leapord print. She had golden blonde hair, which was back-combed into a huge boufant, and she had alluring, heavy-lidded eyes which were a piercing crystal blue.

Aunt Darla though, smelt of ciggarettes and anyone could smell the whisky she had drank on her breath. Her fingernails were also like talons, and they were painted blood-red. She looked like a cheap prostitute. But I knew: Don't Judge a book by its cover.

"C'mon doll, you can sleep in Tommy's ole room, then I'll curl up in my mans arms" girlishly giggled Darla

"Okay" I muttered as I began tip-toeing up the weak, creaking stairs.

"Honey, this is yours" Darla told me as she nodded her head towards the room on my right, "an' don't worry...you'll meet all the family, tomorrow morning". Before she strolled into the bedroom facing, Darla giggled with a cheeky grin and a wink "now, am gonna' wrap myself in Vilmer's arms".

Stepping inside, a dresser seemed to have been pushed against the door, attempting to deny anyone entry. I could make out the silhouette of bed, edging in closer for a better look. A toy dinosaur lay missing its head on the bed and a doll with its hair cruelly chopped off. The wind intensified outside, the rustling of the leaves and branches went louder. In the corner, a little chair began to rock slowly. The room had once belonged to a young boy. The thin strips of wallpaper showed little trucks. Crayon markings scrambled upon the wall where wallpaper used to stick. The carpet squished as I walked and little picture frames were scattered across the floor. Leaning down, I picked one up, then standing back up, I turned it around and carefully wiped the layer of dust on it away.

The black and white picture was off a little boy, he seemed to have been suffering from a severe facial disfigurement, and a horrifying skin disease. I suddenly dropped the picture and yelped with shock, as I felt a cold hand grip on my arm. "Honey, it's okay, it's only me" reassured Darla before she picked up the photograph, then cooed "awh, Tommy's so little there" then looking at me she explained "he's Luda's little boy, this was his room, when he was a child. Poor kid, suffered from alsoughts of terrible stuff, what no child should suffer. Don't worry though, he's a nice boy. You'll meet him tomorrow, he was real close with your daddy".

Walking out of the room, Darla said in a whisper "good-night" as she closed the door behind her. I quietly slipped into the bed, then tucked myself in, it was freezing cold and whenever I closed my eyes, I could hear my mothers screams. This is a new beginning I thought with a faint smile.

I had hardly slept throughout the night, I had heard someone talking secretively in whispers, sometimes I'd hear the smashing of glass or a sound, that seemed as if someone was gasping for life. When I had finally drifted off to sleep, I was awoken by Darla's sweet yet almost annoying voice. "Honey, am makin' breakfast, is there anythin' you fancy" asked Darla as she gently tugged at my blanket. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and yawned "It's up to you"

"Oh...c'mon anyway, get up...night time is for sleepin'" seriously replied Darla with hardened eyes. I watched as Darla happily skipped out of the room, there was a certain naivety in Darla that was sweet, but I had to wonder whether it was decieving. Sliding out of the bed, I stretched my arms before I walked over to my bag. Rooting through it, I grew worried when I couldn't find a t-shirt I had packed, and shorts. I know, I put them in there I thought, before I instead grabbed a different t-shirt then slid into a pair of loose jeans. Slicking my hair back into a bun, I walked out of the room, then hurried down the stairs, I didn't want to run into another family member. I wouldn't be able to take the awkwardness, am just a stranger to them I thought to myself.

When I found my way into the livingroom, I was greeted by Darla, who kindly offered me a cup of tea she'd just made. Grabbing it, I sat down then I was joined by Darla, who sat beside me. "They'll be down, very soon" assumed Darla as she bit her nails, even though she was quite childish and dramatic, I could sense that she was somewhat edgy and fearful.

Chapter 3 finished

Authors note: Hope you enjoyed this chapter, next chapter will be in Darla's POV. Please leave a review.