"Remember don't be too…weird." My mother scolds me as my mind wonders elsewhere. I look out the window at the scenery. The houses are huge, each ones grass getting greener after we drive past. Tall trees lace the middle of the road; the sun shines through them creating patterns of light on the pavement. It was beautiful, yet so unwelcoming.
I slip my dark sunglasses over my eyes, tapping my fingers on the window to the beat of the radio and propping my feet op on the headboard. My mom stretches her hand out, smacking my sneakers. I groan putting my feet on the ground.
"And don't be rude." She added. I cross my arms over my chest turning towards her. I looked nothing like her. He hair was dark and smooth, her skin a milky olive tone and her eyes were the oceans. She used to be so beautiful.
"Don't worry mom," I say with no emotion lacing my voice, "I'll try and act normal." She smiles nervously, pulling up to the biggest house on the lot, with the greenest grass and the groomed to perfection landscape. It looked more like a house you'd see some celebrity living in than a home. My mother nods her head approvingly, stepping out in her four-inch stilettos, pulling down her cheetah pencil skirt. I pull my hood over my head, taking off my sunglasses and throwing them in the front seat. She rolls her eyes pulling my hood down sighing when she sees my mess of blonde curls.
"Couldn't you have dressed nice for once?"
I look down at my ripped jeans, sneakers covered in sharpie, my baggy sweatshirt and my unruly hair. I shake my head, "Nah."
She groans unattractively and runs a hand through her hair that was caked with hair spray. I follow behind her as she makes her way up the marble stairs and reaches her fist up, knocking on the glass plate door. It's pulled open immediately revealing a middle aged man. His jet-black hair was slicked back neatly behind his ears and his face was cleanly shaved. He wore a button up shirt that was pressed perfectly, with a golden pocket liner attached to his chest. His eyes were what stood out to me the most though. They were aligned with long dark eyelashes, but his iris was bright hazel with flecks of green and gold. I could tell how my mother would easily get lost in them.
"Sara, I missed you so much." His smile widens as he sees my mother. He grabs her by her slim waist and crashes his lips into hers. As she steps back I see her eyes light up like they haven't done since dad left. Something boils inside me as I see the way he looks at her. That shouldn't be him. He then eyes me, smiling before wrapping his arms around me squeezing me tight, while my arms remain at my sides. He pulls back, unaware of my repentance and smiles. "You must be Katherine."
"Kitty. Call me Kitty." I say.
He nods putting a finger to his chin, "And you can call me Samuel. Or dad. Or whatever you would like to." I wasn't going to call this stranger dad. He wasn't my dad. I only have one dad and it's not him. My blood boils as I look at him, trying to suppress every possible sign of anger in my body.
"Alright Samuel." I spit. He looks at taken aback, but nods slyly, gesturing for us to come in. My mother glares at me as I walk in sync beside her clicking heels. I roll my eyes with annoyance as I step into the living area. It was probably bigger than our whole apartment. The floors were cherry wood and the ceiling looked as if it could touch the sky. "It's beautiful." I gape. I cant help myself. Having lived around violence and poverty most of my life, I had never seen anything so amazing. Samuel smiles again and thanks me.
"Where's Jake?" My mother asks, eyeing the long stairway. Samuel stands behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"Upstairs in his room," he points up, "Apparently whatever he's doing is more important then meeting his new family." Samuel rolls his eyes frustratingly and my mom giggles knowingly mumbling to him about teenage antics. Watching my mother giggle and flirt with this man I've barley even met makes me want to gag myself. I hate change.
I lean against the crystal walls, crossing my feet over each other. If they were going to continue this, not even acknowledging my presence I think I was going to be sick. My stomach churned as I closed my eye lids and leaned my head back. I stay like this, toning any noise out before I hear a rumbling coming from the stairs. A boy about my age appears not a few feet from me. He looked a wreck. His short hair was tousled, his red polo was unbuttoned at the top, and sticking out on the side from where it was supposed to be tucked in. He glanced at me for a second, trying to catch his breath before Samuel noticed him.
"Sorry dad." He breathed out, as he tucked his shirt in, "I lost track of time."
Samuel licks his lips, eyeing his son suspiciously before patting him on the back, "Alright. Well Jake meet Kitty, your step sister." The words make my throat dry up and my lungs tense. Jakes steps up to me, wrapping his arms around me for a second before pulling away, as if it was rehearsed. It was weird to think that I was meeting these people for the first time and now I'm going to have to live in the same house as them until I graduate. Or Samuel and my mother breakup. But thats a completely unnecessary thought.
I tuck my hair behind my ear giving Jake a fake smile and telling him hello. He smiles back warmly as our parents watch our encounter. Samuel clears his throat, clasping his hands together, "Well dinners done. Who's hungry?" Jake raises his arms in the air running towards the dining room. I wait back, telling my mother I needed to use the restroom. I wonder around the house, not able to find the bathroom. My sneakers squeak as I walk up the stairs, holding tightly on the railing. I come to the first door on the right and pull it open. It seemed like a boys room, decorated in what I assumed were school colors. There were medals and plaques hanging to the walls, and book shelves filled with trophies and pictures aligned them. The bed seemed messy and there were clothes, girl clothes, on the floor. I knitted my eye brows together and was about to close the door until I heard someone move from behind the bed. I walk into the room trying not to make a sound, but the floor creaks.
"Jake." I heard a soft voice call out. I stay silent waiting to hear the voice again, but I didn't. A head popped up from behind the bed. It was a girl, with long chestnut hair that was sticking up in places. She didn't look at me yet stood up. I blushed when I saw her in nothing but her undergarments, which hugged to her skinny frame perfectly. "That was quick," she bent down to pick up her clothes that I had noticed on the rug earlier, "What did your da-" She stopped mid-sentence as she noticed my presence. She blushed crimson when she saw me, than her face turned cold. She rushed to put on her shirt, wiggling to get on her jeans, "Who the hell are you?" She asked as she zipped up her pants.
"Um I-I." I stutter but she puts a finger to my lips. Looking at me with the most beautiful baby blues I have ever seen.
"You can't tell anyone about this okay?" Her gaze softens, and her tone reads that she is almost begging me. My breath hitches in my throat when her finger grazes my lips as she pulls it away. I was about to tell her that I wouldn't but she walks out of the room before I have the chance. I stand in my spot, watching her walk away, taking her in. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding before I slowly walk out of the room, yearning to see her again.
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