Romeo & Juliett: A Forbidden Love Story

Romeo & Juliett: A Forbidden Love Story: Ch. 1 - Edited.

Juliett's POV:

I was only halfway to the Roger mansion when I started thinking of the pros and cons of the situation. Before all that, when I was on the plane, after getting off the plane, and finding the limo driver they had sent me, I was too busy taking in all of my surroundings. The people, the trees, the houses, and even the air was all too beautiful and strange; it was almost as if I were in some foreign part of the world when really I was only a few states away from my old house. It's been far too long since I've been away from California. So, I guess if you were to compare and contrast the two, it was sort of like being in some place heavenly.

When the driver informed me that we were almost to the mansion, massive questions began forming in my head, making me nervous.

What would it be like when I got there? Would Romeo still treat me the same way as before? Or could he possibly have changed from the snobby rich kid to the better behaved and polite rich kid now? were only some of them.

I wasn't really too happy about leaving my one friend behind like this. Jay, my one and only guy friend. We've been together since I took my first steps outside my tiny house. I'm not sure where it was that we first met, but what I was sure of was that we became instant friends; we were so close, it was hard to keep us apart for too long.

Why couldn't I just go and live with Jay? I asked myself countless times, even though I knew all too well that that wouldn't be a good idea, since his mom hates me and his dad's too afraid of his mom to actually stick up for me.

I was suddenly jolted out of my thoughts as the limo came to an abrupt stop.

"We are here, miss." the driver informed me. He got out of the car and then came around to my side and opened my door for me.

"Thank you." I told him earnestly.

He smiled broadly and gave his head a small nod, before walking past me to get my luggage out of the trunk. I turned around and took in the sight behind me. The size of the mansion left me literally breathless.

After Dave had placed all three of my bags on the ground, I bent down to pick them up, but he beat me to it. He grabbed two suitcases in each hand and swung my green army backpack over his shoulder. He was ahead of me as he headed towards the house while I took my time, spinning around, looking at everything in front of me.

I noticed right away that the inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside as well as brighter. I did a full 360, sweeping my eyes all over the place. The staircase was the last place to look upon and as soon as I did, I noticed a couple walking down them. I recognized them immediately - Mr. and Mrs. Rogers.

"Oh, sweetheart, you've arrived!" Mrs. Rogers, rushed over to me and cupped my face in her soft hands.

"How was the trip? I hope you didn't have any problems getting here." Mr. Rogers added, giving me a smile.

I knew better than to open my mouth too soon. The reason I couldn't speak to these people was because I was afraid once I got too close to them, everything about my past would come rushing out. No could know that the parents' death was no accident, but instead intentional - it was murder. And no could especially find out about the horrible things they would do to me - curse, hit, rob, starve, etc.

Even though they were dead now, there were people there that were probably keeping tabs on me; watching me and my every movie. And if word got out, they'd kill me and everyone I knew and loved, which included Jay. Mom and dad hadn't known anything about Jay and it was and will always be better that way.

Which was why I had decided that I wouldn't speak a single word aloud with Mr. and Mrs. Rogers as well as anyone else that lives in this house. Butlers, maids, servants, and staff didn't count because they weren't exactly a part of the family and it'd be easier to ask them for things I needed instead of asking the others.

And besides, I had a reasonable explanation as to why I couldn't speak and that was: when an only child has lost their "loving" and "caring" parents, who have protected them from the bad, bad world" they're obviously bound to go into some kind of shock and may not be happy for a long, long time.

I turned my attention back to the grinning couple and just stared solemnly back at them.

"What's the matter, dear?" Mrs. Rogers thought to ask me.

I just shook my head back in answer.

"I think she's still a bit upset over the incident." Mr. Rogers whispered to his wife.

"Oh, you poor dear," Mrs. Rogers continued to squish my face in her two hands. "Don't you worry, Juliett honey, we'll take such good care of you that you won't even remember them long after!" I nodded my head, still held between her sharp fingers. "Oh, we have so much to catch up on!"

"Um, dear, I think we should let Juliett go up to her room and get settled, before you two can, uh, catch up and stuff."

"Oh, that's right! Come on, honey, we'll give you a grand tour."

Mrs. Rogers seemed more like a teenager than a grown woman; she kind of freaked me out a little. As soon as the butler came and retrieved my luggage to take up to my room, Mrs. Rogers grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs to give me that grand tour she was talking about.

As we passed by hundreds of rooms and pictures of the family, I found myself growing more and more tired and bored by the second. While Mrs. Rogers went on and on about how beautiful the house was and Mr. Rogers went on about how great his three sons were, I was fuming inside.

Oh, please, like I need to be told that! I said to myself. I can obviously see how nice the house is and I already know what your boys are like; I mean, I did grow up with them!

By then, Mrs. Rogers had finally let go of my wrist, as she gestured her long arms around the hallway. I breathed a sigh of relief as soon as her long windy fingers released me; there were marks on my arm though from where she had gripped on to me.

When we were about to go into the last room - thank God! - the library, I felt someone grab a hold of my elbow and slap a hand over my mouth, and pull me away from Mr. and Mrs. Rogers. Whoever had grabbed me immediately let go of me after they pulled me into one of the bedrooms that we had passed by one our lovely little tour.

Sometime during that little fright, I had squeezed my eyes shut tight. When I felt their hands come off me, I opened them back up and came face to face with a pair of forest green eyes. I looked up and saw tanned skin and wavy chocolate brown hair. I lowered my gaze and my eyes fell upon a pair of cute pink lips that were smiling down at me.

"R-Romeo?" I asked aloud.

He didn't say anything and just continued to smile back at me.

To Be Cont.....