*FLASHBACK*
"Ronnie are you ready?" My twin sister. Miley, asked barging into my room. I throw the blade in my hand to the floor scared. She ran over and sat next to me grabbing my arm.
"It will be okay again soon," she planted a gentle kiss on my arm then rolled down my sleeve. "Come on Dads waiting."
I pulled on a fake smiled and scooped the blade up off the floor slipping it into my pocket. I ran down stairs and head towards the car. I just want to leave this place and never come back, ever!
We had been driving for about an hour now, Dad was tapping his fingers ageist the steering wheel to the sweet sound of Slipknot and Miley was sat in the back with her head phones in probably listening One Direction.
One of the little things that me and my Father had in common was music. We were metal heads as mom used to say, my Mother used to hate it. Dad always told me to never change because she would love our music one day. On her last night she told me "Don't ever change, your music pretty good to be honest." and that was the last thing she ever said.
"Your going to love it here girls, only 15 minutes now." My Father established rubbing his hands together for a second or two.
We pull up out side a stunning hotel that looked like only rich snobs would stay. Bell boys stood out side waiting to take their guest's belongings. Th entrance was lite up so bright I could feel my eyes burning.
"Here we are, home sweet home," Father said proudly pointing to the hotel. "All ours, every last floor."
"Wow!! It's beautiful Dad!" Miley yelled as she jumped into his open arms "Thank you."
I gave him a nod and pondered in. It really was amazing, The people in their long fur coats, the smell of fresh crisp linen sheets lingered though the air, the low classical music fill the lobby.
" Wheres my room then, i want to get it sorted before tonight? " I asked my father as my eye scan the lobby again.
" The very top floor to the left and its the least room on the right." he replied as i pick up my bags and made my way to the lift with two bell boys stumbling behind with box in their arms.
