"Welcome home Brooke." Bradley turned his head and told her as she admired the house.
"I lived here, but there were horses and fields in my memory." She replied confused.
He smile, "your thinking of the ranch there. This is where we live, and you lived. This is your home, now let's go inside and show you your room before mom's all over you again."
She nodded and followed him inside, the door was as black as the shutters and the front hall gave off a stale feeling. It was as though the house was stale and too clean to live in, the floors were hardwood and the hall branched out to a large sitting room with a built in library. The other side held a more modern open study, allowing the sun to seep in over the desk, furniture and large television. She was led silently up the stairs to the right ahead of her by Bradley; upstairs her feet were greeted by a plush carpet as they followed the long hall. The doors on either side were shut to allow a lot of room and privacy giving off a hotel feel. He led her to the farthest door down the hall on the right side.
"Here's your room." Was all he said as he pushed the door open.
Her room gave a totally different vibe from the rest of the house, the walls were a red and her queen sized bed was covered in black bedding. She had two large windows one that faced the back yard and another that face the neighboring house. Under the window farthest from her, the one facing the house was a black chrome and glass desk with her computer and stacks of paper, her bed was under the other window to her right. There was a large closet and make up and perfumes covered the top of her dresser. A mirror was beside her dresser with a vanity that matched her desk which was covered by more make up and perfume along with a blow dryer and straightener.
"It looks like I just left it this morning." She breathed going and fingering the bottles on the dresser.
"We never touched anything hoping you'd come home and be happy it was left. You never liked us touching anything, you were a private person, and look over there." He said pointing to a cork message board.
Tacked up were pictures of various people, some were signed by actors and musicians others were of friends; some even had Brooke in them. One showed her and another girl in outfits putting on makeup for a ballet recital, another a group of friends joking around by a pool. Brooke felt pangs in her heart as she looked at all the pictures noticing several of her and Bradley joking around and laughing together. She looked over her shoulder onto the bed and saw pamphlets from a recital, she noticed a couple with her on the cover.
"Oh and those were from the show you did a week before you were gone. It was The Nutcracker, you were Clara. Even I have to admit you were beautiful in it but after that it was the worst Christmas ever, since you weren't here with us. The other ones there are from the one you were going to go see for your birthday, Giselle. We were all going to go, I didn't want to but it was great to see how happy you were." He told her gazing at his feet.
"I'm sorry I left, I mean, I'm just sorry." She sadly also examined her shoes.
Before she could say anything else her mom rushed in. "There you two are, now tonight we're having a celebration. Everyone important will be there and I need to take Brooke shopping and for her hair appointment. Hurry up and meet me downstairs quickly." With saying that she rushed out of the room leaving both to breath.
"I knew she'd do something like this, she should've given you sometime. Oh well though I guess we'll talk later, I'll also show you your bike later." Bradley said happy to be out of the sad moment, they both walked down the stairs together as Brooke tried to get used to her life again.