I'm the Bad Boy's Princesa

Renewed Life

Love does no harm to a neighbor. Therefore love is the fulfillment of the law. 
Romans 13:10 NIV

Serena's POV 

My hands feel cold against the key to our brand new house. Which is odd because my hands were extremely clammy before we got here. Mami puts a supportive hand on my lower back.

"It's okay, hija. I know it's hard."

I take a deep breath and push the key through the lock. Once the door is open, my eyes skim across the living room. Although there is no furniture, this empty room feels like home more than my previous home had been for the past couple years. Mami takes charge as she directs the movers to where everything should go, and I take the time to walk through every room.

The kitchen.

The back room.

The first floor bathroom.

I walk up the stairs.

A bedroom.

A small bathroom.

A closet.

Another bedroom.

Another bedroom.

This house is not large, which is perfect. I probably would have lost my mind in house with more than three bedrooms. As I walk back to the living room, I begin to think up ideas of what each room could look like. I'll have to talk to Mami about which rooms we want. And it'll probably end up with us flipping a coin. Or not, I'll just have her take the bigger room. As I reach the stairs, I watch as the movers continue to bring our boxes in. I can hear Mami's voice from the kitchen. My eyes light up as our couch is brought in. I don't want to seem lazy, but I am mentally exhausted and would rather sit. It's not like I'm actually doing something right now anyways. I'll do stuff once they're finished so I don't get in their way.

My mind bubbles with random and heavy thoughts as my body stops moving.

Useless.

You're such a selfish dumbass.

How could you?

You ruined everything.

It's your fault.

Your fault.

Your fault.

I don't notice that my hand has come up to my hair until Mami is kneeling in front of me. She takes my hand away from my head and brings it to her forehead.

"I know it's hard, Serena. It will get better."

My lips pull into a weak sneer. "Will it?"

She sighs. "Not completely. But this move will help you... move on."

I snort against my better judgement. "That was terrible."

Mami smiles and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. "It made you laugh."

"Go keep directing."

She pats my knees as she rises to her full height. "You're right. They're almost done, i just have to make sure they put the heavier stuff right where it's supposed to go. Or that'll be a pain in the ass later."

She turns away from me after threading her fingers through my hair one time. When she walks passed the threshold of the front door, I lean back in my spot. As I continue to slouch, my mind wanders again.

How will this move help me? I'll probably just go through the same crap I did back home. No, that place failed to make me feel at home. I should just listen to Mami and remain positive...so I am positive this move will fail to make me feel better. It also doesn't help that school starts in a couple days. That is not enough time to prepare myself. I toss myself to the side in a dramatic act of showing my distaste for the upcoming ordeal. I stare up at the ceiling and look for odd shapes in the paint. A smudge, a smudge, and oh look... a smudge. Well this is boring. Maybe I could find more interesting shapes in the paint on the walls. Hell no. Groaning, I rise up off the couch and head upstairs again. It seems that while I was moping to myself, the movers were able to bring stuff up here to. I should probably pick a room before they start bringing more up and I need them to rearrange it all again. I'd feel horrible if I had to make them do that.