Forever His

Chapter One

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"Maybe this is a good thing. That you're moved out of that huge, crappy city. You get to make changes, and you're getting to start over. And you'll be at a nice and quiet place to do just that. I mean, that's what you wanted right?" She waited for a response, and when I didn't give her one she sighed dramatically.

"We'll that's what I want for you." And she went on and on.

My sister. Well half-sister had always been this way. Well at least that was what I was told. She apparently was an over dramatic and an over exaggerator worry wart. And she always over read into everything. And I was starting to see that.

We were nothing alike. I was more my father than my mother. That explained our difference in mothers. We then of course shared the same father. And I don't think she got many traits from him. I remember my father being laid back, and never worried. He always had a smile on his face and if he was worried or had something on his mind, you would never be able to tell. Obviously opposite of my sister, Alison.

How I ended up with my estranged half-sister in a car driving from my old home to my new one with her and her husband, is quit a messed up story.

My mom died when I was six. A drunk driver didn't understand the rule of not passing a car while driving around a bend. They said she died instantly with no pain. That she didn't know what hit her. Literally. My dad however, had a different killer. He died of cancer two months ago. And he wasn't so lucky. He knew about it. And he knew pain. I think they became best friends after a while.

Lots of loss.

After he died, I tried living on my own. Kinda hard for a fifteen year old. I left our house, and moved into an abandoned motel, just outside of the city. It worked, but only for a little while. Suspicions arose with my teachers. They asked questions, and when they involved an investigator and a social worker, my plan sunk.

It was two days later they called Alison. And here I was. Sitting in the passenger seat of her car, and we were driving to Break Pond, Washington, a Native American reservation. And boy was I excited.

Not.

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"We're here!" And after the ten hour drive half of me was saying thank God, but the other half was wanting to run away screaming. But I couldn't do anything about it. I was, in the eyes of the law, under my sister and her husbands name. Yeah. Great.

I stepped out of the car and went to take my two bags I had brought with me out. But someone had other plans.

"Let me take those." I turned to see a man in his early twenties with an outstretched hand and a friendly smile. His skin was dark, not black but it had a subtle tan. And I'm guessing he was my sisters husband.

He and Alison were so different. He was dark, she was pale. He was tall, she was short. He seemed all manly, but she was so girly.

When I didn't give him my bags his hand lowered, but his turned up lips didn't.

"Well, I'm Nathaniel," he said. I noticed my sister came up to stand beside him, and she got pretty close, entangling their arms and grabbing his hand. I guessed the honeymoon wasn't over. "And you must be Chandler."

I only nodded. Not trusting my voice.

"Well," my sister intervened, "let's get you settled in. Then maybe you can look around. Explore."

"Yes. Come on in." And Nathaniel lead the way into a one-story, cute, wooded cabin.

"Oh and maybe we can go shopping, later. For some new clothes and things." I get Alison wanting to try and get me to talk, but I just didn't want to.