Sunset

Moons Peak

"Adrian." I muttered as I stared at my empty plate, I wanted to make some kind of smart remark about his family house but everything, down to the engravings in the baseboard.

"Bexley, so did you take a tour of the house yet?" I looked out of the corner of my eye to see the smallest smirk across his face.

"Yes I did, it was lovely. But where is my room? I never saw it." I stated finally looking up at him rather than the empty plate in front of me.

"Oh, Adrian when dinner is finished would you mind showing Bexley her room? It'd mean so much to me." Aunt Victoria asked him in the sweetest way. She never sounded like it was a question but rather making you feel like you truly wanted to do the task.

"Of course Aunt Vic, I'll do that right after I help you clear the table." Adrian seemed so controlled with Aunt Vic, like no matter the task, he would complete it no questions asked. And I don't know why, but that kind of loyalty scared the shit out of me. When dinner was finished and all the family moved into the den, only Vic, Adrian, and I were left, well so I thought.

"Bexley, I never got to introduce myself, I'm Chip, your grandfather." The older man stood in front of me, he seemed to be no older than fifty and his body towered over mine, intimidating me, making my body shake to the core.

After I remained silent for a couple more moments Chip stepped in again to talk. "I am sorry I was not able to speak to you earlier, I was showing your parents around and I guess we got caught up in the time. I am so happy you are here Bex, you have no idea." His voice was soft, but rusty, and for some reason he still intimidated me, maybe it was because no one but my closest friends and parents call me Bex. And here I am in front of a stranger telling me he is my grandfather and calling me by my personal nickname. I didn't like how my nickname rolled off his tongue, it was to familiar in his mouth for comfort.

I still remained quiet, because honestly I didn't know what I wanted to say, or what I should say.

What do you say to a grandfather you just meet after eighteen years?

"Well I assume you must be exhausted from your trip, I hope the food was to your liking." He paused as if wanting to say so much more, but his lips settled for so much less, "Adrian will take you to your room whenever you are ready."

I felt Adrian close behind me and before I turned to leave with Adrian I nodded to my grandfather and said a simple word, "Thanks."

I followed Adrian down the long hallway on the first floor, when we got close to the end of the hallway he came to a stop and turned to face the wooden door on his right.

"This is your room, if you need anything at all, I am a couple doors down on the left and Chip is upstairs, as well as your parents. If you don't need anything right now... I'll let you get comfortable and well... goodnight I guess." He talked fast at first, and then slowed down dramatically as if wanting me to step in and say something back.

"Goodnight." I responded and opened the surprising heavy door and stepped in quickly before Adrian could say anything else. As the door closed behind me, I pushed up against it and locked it to make sure I was completely safe from anyone walking in.

I looked around the cozy room, a huge picture of a white wolf hung right above the bed, as well as the whole room having a cabin and rustic feeling to it. The bed was a king size with the most soft grey blankets on top.

I pointed out two doors in my room I opened the closest one to the bed to revile a master sized bathroom, decorated the same as the bedroom. The other door led to a walk-in closet, with clothes that were already hung up and put away, some of the clothes were mine but a great amount of the others we not. But before I left the closet I noticed a note on the door.