Chapter 3
I peered through the window up at the two story house. Painted white with blue trim, it was like most of the other houses lining the small road. I admired it for a few minutes more before following Offices Remy to the door.
A pretty, petite women answered the door, and I stared at her. She had tan skin and dark brown hair that barely brushed her shoulders. She had a gently face and kind eyes. I followed them in, studying the rooms as we walked through a foyer and into a living room. The room was bigger than my whole apartment had been, with a wide couch, two comfy looking chairs, a big tv set, and a fire place with pictures lining the mantel.
The lady introduced herself as Sara and told us to sit on the couch as she gathered up her family. I sat on the couch next to Officer Remy, fidgeting.
Sara came back in a few minutes later with a boy and a girl following behind her. They must have been sleeping, despite it being almost noon. They were both wearing pajamas and had bed head. They both seemed about my age. The boy was big and muscular, about six foot two, I would assume.
The sat on either side of the couch as Sara bussed around the room, straightening things and complaining she hadn't known they were going to have company.
"Mrs. Clearwater, I spoke to you earlier and told you about the situation. I hope you explained it to the rest of your family." Remy said in a firm voice. Sara nodded, stilling next to the fire place. "Do agree to take Aubrey in?"
"Oh, of course." Sara said, her face scrunching up as if it was a stupid idea.
I tuned out their conversation. Do they expect me to just forget about my life? To just not remember my mom or Ray? Pretend no one I've loved has hurt me? I don't think so. I would prefer if I could just live on my own. Not that anyone asked me.
Remy left soon after, giving me her card and the instructions to call her anytime I would like. I simply nodded, wincing as a particularly sore spot on my neck started to throb. My many bruises that colored my skin have yet to fade. Not that my snow white, sun-deprived skin did much to mask some of them. As soon as the door closed behind Remy, Sara took my arm and guided me up the stairs to one of the rooms.
It was a nice room with white walls, lace curtains, and a simple twin bed with white eyelet lace sheets. She told me, unnecessarily, that the bathroom was down the hall and she would go today to get a key for me. Before she left the room, she turned around with a wide smile on her face, and asked me if I prefer Winnie the Pooh, Tinker bell, or the Little Mermaid. Surprised, I stumbled out Tinker Bell, and she left with a little giggle. I closed the door behind her, climbing under the light sheets on the bed, and falling asleep almost immediately. It was the best I've slept as far as I could remember.
