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Chapter 4

Home Sweet Home

Anthony's POV

I studied the blue house with a practical eye. It was not a very large, but had a cozy, homey feeling to it that had always been absent in every single foster home I had been to. I liked my new home.

Ben Chenley opened my car door for me and I got a really good look at Grandpa Charlie's house. The paint was a baby blue and chipping in some places, as if it desperately needed a paint job. The door was yellow, and there was a small lawn in front with three steps leading up to the door.

The door was flung open just then and a man who looked like he was in his late fifties stepped out. "Hey,kiddo!" he shouted.

"Hi, Grandpa Charlie," I said shyly.

He beamed. "Last time I saw you, you were just a two-week old baby. And now look how old you are!" he chuckled.

Mr. Chenley left, but not before giving Charlie an awkward one-armed hug and a kind smile. I was ushered into the bright kitchen. The cabinets were all bright yellow, making the room look as if it had a bit more sunshine. Charlie gave me chocolate-chip cookies and milk.

I nibbled on the cookies as my grandpa fired questions at me.

"How are you, kid?"

"Fine. Glad to be home."

"How're you liking Forks so far?"

"I haven't seen too much of it, so I don't know yet."

"Oh yea, I forgot. So, do you remember your parents?"

"A little bit. Not too much."

"How were the other foster homes?"

"To tell you the truth, they were my own personal hell. I like it here much better, and I just arrived."

"Sorry you had to suffer. But I had a severe case of lung cancer."

"It's okay. I'm tired, can I go to my room?"

"Sure, kiddo. I'll show you." Then he clomped up the stairs, carrying some of my luggage. I followed like a little lost puppy, carrying the rest of my things.

I liked my room. The walls were a soft yellow color. There was a desk in the corner, a small closet, and a medium-sized bed dominated the center of the floor. An old computer sat haughtily on the desk, emitting sounds every now and then that I never heard a computer make before.

I unpacked and hung my clothes in the closet. At the back, I found a pretty blue blouse that was probably my mother's and a white polo that maybe belonged to my father. I hugged the shirts to me and inhaled deeply.

The scents was heavenly. The blouse had a sweet strawberry smell, and the polo had an irresistible scent that I never smelled before.

I was liking my home more and more.

"Anthony," Charlie said in a serious voice. I looked up from my uneaten hamburger. "You're going to first grade in September."

I raised a bronze eyebrow in confusion. "What's wrong with that?"

"Will you be alright?" Charlie asked, frowning. "You were moving around all year, so kindergarten must have been hard."

"I'll be fine," I answered. I went back to staring at my dinner. Charlie couldn't cook at all, so we went to McDonald's tonight. I had seen this little girl who had fake-looking blond hair. She had flipped her shoulder-length locks, batted her eyelashes at me ridiculously, and giggled. I ignored her.

So far, I hadn't touched my food.

"Anthony," Charlie started again. I gazed wordlessly at him, my green eyes piercing. "Eat. You're a growing boy, and you need nutrients."

I grumbled quietly under my breath so Charlie couldn't hear. The hamburger looked disgusting and totally unappetizing to me. I picked up the bun and took a bite. Ewww! It was terrible! I nearly gagged, but ate the whole thing for my grandfather.

As soon as we got home, I ran to the bathroom. I threw up the entire hamburger and felt better.

For some reason, I felt a small burning at the back of my throat, making me feel thirsty. It seemed as if my throat was dry and I hungered for something.

But what?

Blood.

The sane part of my mind screamed at me, demanding why I wanted blood. But the monster in me didn't care. My fingers curled on the cold tile floor in agony as I tried my best to resist the pain in my neck. Something like venom pooled in my mouth, but I swallowed the bitter substance with a grimace.

I got up and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked fine.

I staggered blindly to my bedroom and collapsed on the bed. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

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