Sorry it's been so long, but I got grounded until school was over… and now IT'S SUMMER!
This chapter is for everyone who has ever been grounded before… and if you have never been grounded, make it stay that way!
It's also for Readingcutie428 since I never uploaded before her birthday :( Sorry! I would have, but I was grounded. Happy Birthday BTW!
The Block Estate
Front Foyer
Friday, October 18th
11:09 A.M.
"Welcome home!" Her 'mother' sang as Massie followed her through the door, her 'father' closed the door behind them. Even after a week in the hospital, Massie couldn't remember ever seeing them before, she felt as if her real parents had sent another couple to visit her in the hospital and then take her home, abandoning her.
"Home." Massie echoed, although her head was screaming prison. From what she could tell so far, it was luxurious with the double marble staircase, both sets of curved stairs led up to the same spot… it looked like something out of a movie, especially with the elegant iron and dark wood railings. Between the double set staircases was a circular wooden table with the same color wood as the railing on the stairs. On it was a tall vase with white and red roses, and other flowers Massie didn't know the names of. Beyond the table was a small hall that lead to a large window, part of another hall, but she had no clue where it lead to.
The outside was just as beautiful as inside, amazingly landscaped with beautiful gardens. The only part that bothered her were the large and towering stone walls that surrounded the large property. The iron gate that had opened for them before pulling up the circular driveway. The large size of the estate meant that she could easily escape facing the strangers but the walls kept her trapped inside the elaborate home. Here, she was surrounded by things that she should remember, memories that shouldn't have been forgotten. Outside the barriers that kept her here, she was free of those reminders, free to be the person she was currently, not the person her parents thought she should be.
"Are you hungry?" Her mom asked, leading her down the hall past the round table while her dad set the small bag of her things they had brought for her to the hospital next to the stairs before catching up with them, "I can have Inez make you brunch."
"Who's Inez?" She asked, turning left once they reached the window of the other hall and into a large kitchen.
"The housekeeper." Her father said. They have a housekeeper and a driver?
As if on cue, a slightly overweight woman with dark hair and a natural deep tan that brought out her green eyes wearing a light blue dress which Massie guessed was her uniform.
"Miss Massie!" The woman hurried over to her when she saw them and threw her arms around her, squeezing her hard enough to think she might snap in half, finally letting go when she heard her dad clear his throat, "I'm so glad your home!"
Why does everyone keep using that word? She thought. This wasn't her home. Her home was where she had memories. There are no memories here, there aren't any anywhere… she has no home.
"Inez, can you please make her something to eat?" Her mom asked, suddenly sounding irritated. Massie wondered why she would act so annoyed when Inez hadn't even done anything to annoy her.
Inez nodded, "Is there anything special you would like? I can make you pizza crackers, simple but one of your favorites."
"What are they?"
"Ritz crackers with pizza sauce and mozzarella cheese, they only take a few minutes in the oven." The woman smiled warmly even though there were tears threatening to escape from her eyes.
She was about to accept but was distracted when she heard faint barks from the hall they had just turned down, followed by what sounded like acrylic nails tapping across the floor.
Within seconds a small black pug ran towards her and excitedly jumped at her legs, begging her to pick it up. Instead she just nodded to Inez to tell her pizza crackers were OK before bending down to pet the dog on the head, "Who's this?"
"Bean, you've had her since you were twelve." Her mother sadly smiled. Massie could tell she was saddened that she didn't remember Bean.
Massie starred into Bean soft and gentle moist brown eyes, as if starring into them long enough would bring back memories… but like everything else, she couldn't remember anything. She sighed and stood up straight again, ignoring the dog's whines for attention.
"Where's my room?" She asked, now just wanting to get away from the hopelessness in everyone's eyes…
Willow Court, In Front of the Block Estate
Gate
Saturday, October 19th
11:11 P.M.
Derrick paced in front of the gate of the Block's estate, not knowing what to do. If he didn't see how she was doing, he would go crazy. But if he did try to see how she was, her parents could call the police and say he was trespassing if he managed to scale the stone wall surrounding the property.
He stopped and looked at the large home. He noticed all of the lights were off except for a room on the second floor facing the circular driveway. If his memory was correct, it was Mr. Block's office. But he hadn't come over to Massie's house in five years.
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. It would be impossible to sneak in with William awake. Not to mention it could be pretty creepy to Massie since she didn't really know who he was. He looked over to where his Camaro was parked and back to the Blocks' home. The light was off in William's office.
This might be his last chance to see her. Starting Monday, his dad would be coming home from work earlier and if he found out that Derrick was breaking curfew or caught him sneaking out, his dad would most likely over-react. Which meant he would cut him off from his inheritance and make him pay for college himself. Plus he had no idea if Massie was ever coming back to school. If he doesn't take this chance, he'll always wonder what would've happened if he did.
He looked at the stone wall and was about to reach out to it when he remembered something Massie told him. There was a hole in the wall. She had told him about it in elementary school and they might have had it fixed by now but it was worth looking for.
His instincts told him it was near a willow tree, but he wasn't sure.
Oh well… He thought. His instincts were usually right. Back in seventh grade when they went separate ways after everything that had happened, his instincts told him that he should stand by Massie and not help split their group of friends in half, but he went against them. And for the past two out of five years he's regretted everything that he did in seventh grade… Except one thing.
His first kiss. He had heard Massie talking to a group of girls in school, telling them about how many boys she'd kissed after Alicia gloated about how many she had kissed, all of the girls including Alicia and Dylan seemed skeptical about Massie ever being kissed. And they had been right to not see the truth in Massie's lie. A few nights before, Derrick had gone to a small party at Massie's and after everyone had left except for him, Claire, and Kristen, Massie let it slip that she had never kissed anyone. And when he heard Alicia and Dylan in the halls, telling everyone about how Massie was a complete fake, using the kiss lie as an example in their campaign against her, he did something he felt was right. He calmly walked up to the girls' table in the café just as Massie was standing up to leave, he grabbed her hand, pulled her against him and kissed her as everyone that listened to Alicia and Dylan watched in shock.
He shook his head, trying to clear the memory from blocking his focus. He needed to find the hole or any other way onto the property. He walked along the stone wall near the road until he rounded the corner. He looked up, spotting a Willow tree on the other side of the wall, and when he reached it, he looked at the wall…
Thank God! He thought as he starred at the broken section of the stone wall. There were a few of the expensive and likely imported stones lying on the ground near the sliver that was cut in the wall. He had no idea why a small section would just crumble, but he didn't care, this was probably going to be the only way he could ever see her if she never comes back to school.
He was about to walk through the small opening but stopped mid-step when he heard his iphone chime from the pocket of his jeans, sounding a lot louder now that he was trespassing onto the property of a family that hated him. He cursed himself for not putting it on vibrate before he pulled it from his pocket.
Cam: Dune and I r going 2 Olivia's. Wanna come?
Derrick rolled his eyes. Ever since the comment Alicia made about Massie deserving the car crash and Cam scolding her about how she knew his mom died in a car wreck, Cam has been acting like Derrick needed to be cheered up. He knew Cam was just being a good friend, he was acting like Derrick hadn't thought about his mom's death since she died, and that Alicia brought the memories back. Truth was that Derrick thought about his mom and her accident every day, his brain constantly taunting him with happy memories of her.
He stuffed his phone back into his pocket and walked through the threshold, looking up at the Block's home, trying to remember where Massie's room was in the large mansion. He slightly remembered seeing the pool and a garden out her window. He knew the pool was in the back, pretty close to where he was.
When he found the pool he looked back up at the house, happy to see light coming from her room, or at least he was pretty sure it was her room. He could see that she had her window open so getting her attention would be easier.
He grabbed a tiny rock from the ground and aimed it perfectly at the screen of her window. He picked up another and threw it again.
"What the hell?" He heard her voice wonder out loud.
"Massie!" He called, trying to be loud enough to get her attention but quiet enough so only she could hear.
He saw her appear at the window, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Down here."
She looked straight down at him and her eyes widened in surprise.
"What are you doing here?"
Ah, cliffhangers… I luv 'em :D
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