Chapter Four

I opened my eyes. It's all a big blur right now. I guess I fell asleep because I'm yawning and weak. By the looks of it, it's about eleven o'clock at night. I can hear a lot of talking not far from here. I bet the adults are chattering on about what'll happen on this tour, and the kids probably fell asleep. I stretched a bit and got up from my seat. I walked to where all the adults were sitting. The train was huge and very pretty. The room where the adults were was colored a deep ocean blue and the carpet was vanilla white. The furniture is very traditional. It has brown and red couches, in which all of them have large pillows, and a very unique fireplace. I looked around and spotted my mom, wearing a nightgown. I walked up to her, smiled and took a seat in between her and my father.

"How's it going?" she asked me. "Do you want some hot chocolate?" I nodded. Hot chocolate was the best, especially when my father made it. My mom stood up and went to another room, which I'm guessing, is the kitchen. I laid my head on my dad's lap and he just stroked my hair. I wasn't really paying attention to what the adults were talking about, until one of them started to call my name.

"Hi, Evalescent," a girl with brown curls and green eyes said to me. Who the heck is she? I thought to myself.

"Hi," I say. I really want nothing to do with these people. They seem annoying, like Ary Floral.

"I'm Annie. Annie Cresta. It's so nice to finally meet you," She says in a gentle voice. "Your parents always talk about you. When they said you were beautiful, they weren't lying." I just glared at her. Me? Beautiful? No, no. I am not beautiful. I am just a fourteen year old girl trying to be happy. These people and this tour are ruining my chance to live a normal life, and now she's calling me beautiful? She smiled at me, and then looked at my dad. "She's not much of a talker now, is she?" My father shook his head.

At this very moment, my face is beginning to turn red. This woman doesn't even know me and she's already judging me. Without even thinking about it, I began to speak. "It isn't any of your business if I'm a talker or not." I stood up from my father's lap into a sitting position. "It would be very nice of you if you would stop judging a person by how she or he acts when this is the first time they have ever spoken to you. It's not very polite now, is it?"

"Eva!" my mother said in a demanding tone. She made me wince, because I didn't even notice her walk in the room. "Come here, now." I stood up, and as I did, I got one more look at their faces before I left the room. Shock. They were completely shocked and didn't expect the child of the star-crossed lovers to say such a thing. But I did and that's what matter. I can see the rage and worry in my mother's eyes as I walk up to her. "What was that all about!"

"She was judging me, mom. I was only defending myself." I say in a fierce voice. I can tell by the look in her eyes that she thinks I'm giving her attitude. I'm only saying the truth. That Annie Cresta woman has no right to judge me, when this is the first time she's ever spoken to me.

"I want you to go back in there and apologize. That is not how my daughter will act in front of my fellow partners and friends." She said in a serious tone. I nodded my head and as I turned around, I rolled my eyes. I bet if she were in my position, she would've done the same thing. And I only say this because I get my personality from her, so she shouldn't be talking. I walked back to the room to only find my father sitting there.

"Where'd everybody go?" I asked, hesitant.

"They all went to bed," my father said. His face was filled with disappointment, rather than rage. I know my father would never lay a finger on me, nor will he ever scream at me, like my mother has done thousands of times. "Sit down, sweetie."

"I'm sorry dad. I was only trying to defend myself." I say a bit shaky. I hate making my father disappointed, since he only wants the best for me. My mother, on the other hand, doesn't understand me like my father does. I looked at him, straight into his deep blue eyes. "Dad, I've never told you this, but you have the most gorgeous eyes." I blurt out.

He smiled and then said "It took your mom quite a while to notice them." Was my mother crazy? How did my mom not fall in love with him at first sight? I know I would've.

"She was blind not notice them. Or you," I say. "You are the most perfect person in the world. You are a great chef, baker, lover, husband, and dad." He grinned. At first, he seemed speechless but then he began to speak.

"And you are a perfect person. My life wouldn't be complete without you or your brother. And of course, you two wouldn't be here if it weren't for your mother. She took a long time to finally take interest in me, but it was all worth the wait." I couldn't help but blush at this comment. He continued "I'm not disappointed in you, I'm just worried you…" he trailed off.

"Dad, I'll be fine. I promise I'll behave and I'll make sure I apologize to…" I forgot her name.

"Annie," he said, helping me out.

"Annie. Anyways dad, you just stop worrying about me and go off to bed. Tell mother I say good night. If you need me, I'll be in my bedroom." The thing is, neither of us left. We stayed there, staring at the fireplace, which wasn't even lit. We sat there in silence for a few minutes. He then looked at me, gave me a kiss and said "Goodnight."

I wanted him to stay with me and give me comfort. I wanted to call his name out so bad, but I didn't want to seem desperate for love. Any love, really. Instead, I just sat there in silence, waiting for this horrible nightmare to be over.