complicated love

chapter 2

Part 2

Elizabeth P.O.V

                  The guys were already in the truck, I could feel Nick staring at me as I got in my mom’s car, then we drove off, leaving the house and this neighborhood behind and heading to a new home, a new start. I put on my earphones that was connected by my iPod Touch and put my hair up so the wind won’t mess it up, and then I blacked out.

                 After about 3 hours, I woke up and my neck was killing me. Okay, last time I'd sleep in a small car without a pillow. I turned my eyes to the window, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Every mansion was huge, they mostly had swimming pools in the backyard, there were multiple fancy restraints and the streets were filled with malls waiting for people to come in and spend their money like crazy. We drove in front of a gate and it opened for us. We pulled in the garage that looks a lot like a parking lot, and made a stop. I got out the car and took a look to my left, and I saw the mansion.

                It was HUGE; I couldn't believe my eyes. From the view of the house, the garage was to the east side and I was standing in front of a circular drive through with a fountain in the middle. Across from me was a basketball court probably for Jacob and in front of the house was a pool that is almost like a river that looks like is leading to the backyard with a bigger pool. This place was beautiful, the house looks almost like a castle with the pointing roofs. It was white walls and blue windows with gray roof, and in front of the house there was a giant mango tree with ripe mangos. There was a bridge on top the pool in the front leading to the house. My mouth was open and I heard Nick say something to me.

                “Wow, this place is amazing.” Nick said putting his arm across my shoulders, but I shook them off, I saw mom’s face and she looked confused and excited.

                “Yep” I said popping the ‘p’

                I walked across the bridge to the house and ringed the doorbell, as soon as I heard the doorbell rung, the door opened by a a mid-aged guy who is dressed every fancy and was probably the man who was waiting for us.

                “Ah, Elizabeth, it’s so nice to meet you, please some in,” He said gesturing inside the house. The inside of the house was definitely more beautiful than out. There was a big plasma-screen TV put to the wall, and there was a glass table in front of it. The couch looked white and fancy, it looks like it got dusted every day, and it probably did.

                He looked out and saw Nick and Bob and knew they were our movers and moved aside so they can come in and drop everything in the living room as they were told to.  

               After they were done pilling boxes on top of eachother, Nick walked towars me. “Call me,” He said giving me a smirk on his face, and handed over a folded piece of paper. I forced a smile on my face that probably looks fake and just stood there. Mom and dad were talking in the living room and Bob was already in the truck. Nick start to lean toward me closing his eyes. Oh my god, did he really think that I liked him? I was about to smack him in the head, but Bob honked at him. Nick looked back at the truck and made a face at Bob which only made me giggle. I walked away before he could say anything to me that will only lead to awkwardness.

                The guys left and I didn’t know what to do so I just sat on the couch. I would put my things in my room, but I don’t even know where my room is. Mom and stepfather were probably out of the house talking to each other, so I was alone in the house. After a few minutes of sitting there by myself, the door opened. There was a really cute 17 years old, he had brown eyes and he looks well-built with a 6 pack. His hair was dirty blond. My eyes stop to see the basketball that he was holding next to him, and then I realized who he was.

                “Hey, I’m Elizabeth,” I said getting up to shake his hand. He is my stepbrother? My life is a disaster. First, I got abused by my dad, second, I did nothing important nor exciting in my life, and now I’m probably gonna fall in love with my stepbrother but can’t have him, so I’ll watch him get married and have kids and live with his wife, while I grow old with cats. Well, this is life.

                 “I’m Jacob,” He said shaking my hand. The minute his eyes meet mine, I felt a little shock, okay, that was weird. He obviously knows me because he is not kicking me out of this house; I bet stepfather told him about me.

                “Where is your mom? I’ve been dying to meet her,” He asked looking around the house, god, he is so sweet.

                “They are outside talking,” I informed him.

                “Ah. I’m going upstairs to change, and when I’m done, I could show you around the house, Okay?” He sounded like he was informing instead of asking me.

                “Okay,” I replied but I didn’t think he heard me. Am I really going to fall for my new stepbrother? No, it can’t be. Maybe I’m just tired and now my mind is playing tricks on me. I sat back down on the couch, suddenly I found myself falling asleep.

                Darkness surrounded me as if I in a giant black hole. I didn’t know where I was or if anybody was even around.

                “Hello? Is anybody here?” I called out, all I could hear was my echo, and then there was silent. I got up, trying to find a way out, but I was weak. I tried to stand up, but all I did was fall down. What's going on? After a few minutes of silence, I was still sitting there in the darkness, waiting for a response, waiting for something to happen. Out of nowhere I heard a laughter, and then I realized who was there. Red began to come up like fire, then I saw my dad. I realized where I was, I was in hell, and my dad was the devil. Why me? I thought to myself, hiding my face in the palm of my hands, I don’t want to see his face, not again. A cold hand grabbed mine and the other one slapped me in the face. I was trying to crawl away from him, but I was trapped in the corner. He came near me and ripped my shirt; I was trying to stop him but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but cry, he was rapping me in the corner and I couldn’t get any help. Suddenly I felt someone shaking my shoulders softly, I opened my eyes.

                “Are you okay,” I saw people surrounding me, what happened?

                “Yah,” I replied. I saw my stepfather, my mother, and Jacob looking at me with concern.

                “Why are you guys looking at me like that?” I sat up and felt something wet beneath my eyes. Oh no, did I just cried in my dreams? I hope they didn’t see me crying, but I was wrong.

                “You were crying in your dream,” Mom said worried. I really need to manage that nightmare problem; maybe I could tie myself down to my bed and stuff my mouth with a rag.

                “Nightmare,” I told her. No, it was more than nightmare. Why is this repeating? Is something wrong with me? Why can’t I just forget this and stop living in the past? Unanswered questions were filling my head, but the one that I care about the most is: Is my dad really dead?