Broken and Unloved

Broken and Unloved Ch. 5

Chapter 5. The Start of A New Life

There I stood. In front of a huge log cabin. It was beautiful. It looked to be brand new. Part of me wanted to run up to the porch and fling myself inside, the other and more logical part of me was hesitant to go in.

The boy looked at me and smiled. My heart melted.... what the heck was happening to me? He walked up to the door and opened it while saying, "My name is Christopher, but you can call me Chris if you want. Oh and um... take off your shoes before you go in please?" With that said I took off my shoes and we walked inside letting the oak door close behind us. Separating us from the cold chill of the outdoors.

His house was beautiful inside and out. The living room was huge. The walls were still the same color of the logs outside but he had black hardwood floors all throughout the house it seemed. He had three plush blood red couches all in different places throughout the room. A bright white rug in front of a mantle that held a giant flat screen TV, and book shelves full of movies and old latherback books.

Was this guy planning for me? Cause so far by what I've seen this house was perfect.

We made our way down a long bright hallway. He stopped at a door on the right and opened it. "This is your room. Its right next to mine so that if you ever need anything I'm just a walk away. Okay? You have everything you'll need in here I believe. This used to be my moms room so...um... everything....personal that you made need is in there. So.... yep I'll be in the living room if you need me." With that he smiled and walked back down the hall and disappeared.

This was going to be the start of a new life for me, and I was going to embrace every moment of it.

I walked into the room and gasped. Woe... it was so big. My old bedroom wouldn't even be the appropriate size to be a closet for this room. In the middle of the room was a beautiful black for poster bed with a blood red drap atop of it. A grey rug about the size of me was at the foot of the bed under an elegant cedar chest that looked like a body could fit in it. Still the same black hardwood floor as in the hall and living room. Two cedar vanities that matched the chest were positioned on both sides of the bed. Both adorned with small white lamps.

I made my way to a door that was on the right side of the bed. I opened it to find a deep walk in closet. It was completely empty. I walked back around the other bed to a door that I assumed would lead to a bathroom. How ever when I opened it I found it wasn't a bathroom but it was another closet. This time full of guy cloths. Hmm. Where was the bathroom?

Looking around the room I saw a fourth door and sighed in relief. Finally. A bathroom that I can use. I opened my duffle bag and grabbed my last outfit I had left before heading across the room to the bathroom.

I gently laid my cloths on the grey granite counter top and made my way to the huge jacuzzi tub, turning on first the hot then the cold water so that I could get the temperature of the water just right. Then satisfied I started to strip pulling my torn and messed up, caked in mud outfit off of my tired body. While the water in the tub was running I turned to the shower across the room and turned on the tap, letting it spray a minute before I stepped under it. I always did this. I will get a shower to clean away all the proof of a long hard day before relaxing in a nice warm bath. I know I know. I'm weird, but hey. Who isn't now-a-days.