Bound right from the start

Chapter1: Meeting the family

Cordelia Monroe POV:

The thunder roared and the rain came crashing in buckets as I stood under the street lamp in my thin pyjamas, feeling alive with my arms outstretched, staring up into the dark night. The moon was bright; its soft ethereal glow illuminating the cobbled street.

I stood there, my tears mixing with the rain, enjoying the cold water falling down my face along with my mascara. I didn't care about the fact I would get sick, it was just me and the rain.

I screamed out loud I let the emotional baggage I've collected over the months out in a loud scream. I felt free of the grief and pain, my suffering washing away with the rain.

With both my parents in a grave, I was alone, but in the moment, I felt more than that, I felt free for once in my life. I gave up on the toxic people in my life, deleted their shit and got over it, in this moment.

There was only one house on the street, far away from the bustling city; situated in the suburbs next to the forest. I was at one with nature.

I ran a hand through my messy blond hair, it's usual curls out of place. After what felt like a thousand days, I made my way under the porch of my large chalet, to escape the downpour, finally giving in to the same part of my brain.

I was 16, so it was illegal for me to live alone, that's why today would be my last day of grief before the social workers picked me up tomorrow to take me away to other blood relatives. It was frightening. All my life I've lived thinking it was only mum, stepdad and me, but this shows that the world really is a vast place. That's why it's so easy to feel isolated.

Even though my parents had been drug addicts for the last two years leading up to their deaths after we stumbled into debt; they loved me. Now that they're gone, I'm missing the love they offered, craving it to fill the gap in my heart. Only time will heal my scars, but for now it was time to let another chapter of my life close.

I woke up to the sound of the dumb alarm ringing on my phone. Rolling over, I press stop before making my way out of my comfy bed. Sleep was my hobby but unfortunately it had to be cut short as I had to prepare for my social workers arrival. I hurried to the bathroom, cleansing my face, applying moisturiser and brushing through my wavy blo hair. Then I quickly brushed my teeth as well as getting dressed in a pair of flared jeans, a black baggy top and layering it with a bit of jewellery, bomber jacket and packing a bag.

I made myself a small breakfast to clench my appetite. By the time I finished o heard a ring on my door. I answered the door.

"Hi my name is Lizzie, I'm your assigned social worker. Is it okay for me to come inside so we can talk about your situation"

For some reason this woman was so damn chirpy like seriously, my parents died and shes in such a good mood.

Deciding to play nice I replied, "sure, come in"

I led her into the living room and we both sat down opposite each other.

"So, it's been a week since your parents died and you've been living alone, however that's not allowed but instead of putting you in a foster home, I have good news", Lizzie the chirpy bird spoke.

I looked at her blandly awaiting the wonderful news(mind my sarcasm).

"I alongside my crew have found a DNA match; we found you have 4 brothers and a dad in America as well as many other relatives; and your dad is picking you up today", she smiled.

I knew she saw the complete shock written all over my face as clear as the daylight. But it was the fact that my dead mother ( may she rest in peace ) lied to me about my dad and relatives: my whole life my mum told me that she was an orphan and that my biological father died from a heart attack but it turns out that it was far from the truth but just a far fetched lie spun by my mum. However I knew there was a motive to my mums doing, she must've known something and I'm willing to find out even if my mum would be turning in her grave.