After our little chat at the dinning table, Greyson was asked to show me a room, which used to be my bedroom when I was little. Blake left the table as soon as he had the chance to and stormed out of the mansion, angry for a reason that was unknown to me even though I had my little idea. It was probably me who made him angry, but I tried to keep this thought in the back of my head even though it wouldn't leave my mind.
"Do you like it ?" Greyson asks me with a warm smile once he shows me my room. The walls are painted in a dark grey, just like I like them, and a king sized bed is positioned next to a wide window which lets the sun shine in.
It is a very spacious room. I even have a big walk-in closet that is still empty and my own bathroom. My mouth is watering at the sight of the huge modern shower, which includes its own speakers, but for me the gadgets don't matter. I just want it to have warm water.
I am so grateful for everything these guys gave me, but it still doesn't feel right to have it all. I am not even sure whether or not they like my presence in their house.
"It is lovely thank you." I respond, before setting my only backpack on the ground, which earns me a shot of pain through my arms and neck.
"We will buy you clothes tomorrow, so you don't have to worry about that either. Just get settled in here, take a shower or something. We will call you once dinner is ready." Greyson explains calmly, before making his way to the door. Just when he is about to leave he adds something that makes my heart skip a beat. " I am glade to have you back Lia, you don't know how much your loss affected us. All of us."
And then he closes the door, leaving me in my own new room along with my own chaotic thoughts. Lia... he is saying that as if he actually cares. But nobody cares for me... not anymore.
A few minutes later, I find myself in the warm shower, listening to some calming music, which happens to be "Let it all go" by Birdy. I let the warm water flood over my bruised body. I wasn't even able to look at it before going into the shower, as I was too scared to see the ugly truth.
The boys had put all sort of shampoo, body wash and conditioner for me to choose from, which made me chuckle because even I had no clue what to do with all these twenty bottles.
I take my time in this magnificent shower, before going back out to slip one of my only black sweatshirt, along with a pair of sweatpants. At first I had a simple T-shirt on, but I quickly see the mistake I make ; my bruises and cuts are showing and that isn't a thing I want to expose, especially not to my long lost family. I don't want to chase them away, but I would rather try and get to know them better before they throw me out.
I also decide to leave my dark hair and let it dry naturally by itself like I always do, instead of blowdrying it. I make sure my purple neck is covered with some foundation I had taken with me to the coffee shop. And finally I take a painkiller to make my body ach a little less.
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Their Shattered Angel
Teen FictionTHIS BOOK NEEDS TO BE EDITED ! Living in a hell hole with her abusive foster parents and older brother is all she knows. Magnolia Cambell's body is covered in scars of her past and her present, as she tries to fight her way through life. She thinks...