Chapter eight:
My lips settle in a satisfied smile once I safely put everything in the room I was assigned in.
Molly gave mom a key to her house since she is away at the moment and will be returning a while after mom leaves.
Of course I'm okay with that since I've been alone at home before. Just not for many days. I don't like it.
I take a look around the room. It's beautiful. The whole house is humongous and completely breathtaking. They are clearly a wealthy family.
Actually, wealthy is probably an understatement.
"Are you ready?" My mom asks, glancing around the room as she speaks.
She looks just as stunned as I am by the house.
"It's beautiful isn't it," She says softly.
I nod in agreement. "Absolutely." and this is just one of the room. I can only imagine how the rest are to look.
Mom's phone beeps, taking her out of whatever trance she was in. I chuckle at the disruption.
She picks up shooting me a look, silencing me as she listens to the person on the the line, tentatively.
"Yes, I'll be right there," she smiles tightly before pressing her phone shut. It's a work phone so it's old.
"Sweetie, I've got to go. But I'm sure Molly will be back soon. Will you be okay?" She asks.
I nod.
"Bye mom! I'll see you in three weeks!" I say, squeezing her into the tight hug. I'm used to her leaving quite often so it isn't such a shock to me.
She laughs, heading towards the door as the last form of her goodbye. "Bye baby. Be good." She smiles and then leaves closing the door.
After a while, I hear the sound of them door opening. I walk down the stairs, towards the door ready to greet the woman who is so kindly taking me in her home. Or her kids. Though I'd prefer it was her.
I muster up all my courage as the door begins to slowly open after what seems like an hour. A minute in reality but..
It seems as if whoever is behind is struggling to open the door.
Deciding to give a hand to the struggling person, I walk towards the door and open it easily.
As I finally take a look at who was behind all along, I watch, my eyes wide as he comes in, leaving me in a complete trance.
This is so not happening. Please let this be a mistake, I pray to myself.
It seems as if he is just as shocked judging by the look plastered all over his face. He then recovers shooting me a deadly glare.
"What are you doing in my house?"