A New Life [PaulxOc]

[Chapter One] A New Day

Authors Note: First chapter, I hope you enjoy it, would love some feedback. I usually keep my authors notes short or don't put one down.

Cold. That is how she would describe the day she woke up to. Luckily she was used to it so it doesn't bother her too much. She much prefers that over being hot. One visit to California when she was younger confirmed that. She never got tempted by warm beaches and palm trees again.

"Hey bugs, are you up yet?" Her uncle Matt called from the other side of the door that connects the garage to the house. Pushing up on her bed, and sliding the blankets off her she hollers back to him. "Yep! What's up?"

She stands up and stretches while her uncle hollers back, she could tell he was walking back to the kitchen further in the house. "I made breakfast, come eat before you go to work."

She chuckles at his antics. He had been doing these little wake up calls since she moved in with him and his wife Clara, her aunt. Without fail, the only days he doesn't are the weekends. They all slept in those days. It was rare to find anyone awake before 10 am.

Unfortunately for Lillie, it was not the weekend. With a quick glance at her bedside clock, she groans. The digital clock mocking her as it blinks at 7:25 in the morning. Which means she had less than an hour and a half to get ready for work and eat before she had to go. Which meant she would have to speed through her shower. Wordlessly cursing her fathers sleepy genes she trudges to her bathroom. Hopefully the water would wake her up.

Twenty minutes later, a refreshed looking Lillie walked out of the bathroom, wrapped up in a fluffy robe and towel drying her hair. Walking to her closet she hums a random pop song that had been stuck in her head for days.The actual lyrics of the song she couldn't say, she could only remember the melody. After pulling on some simple work clothes she sits at her desk, which also functions as her vanity. Pulling her damp hair back with a clip, she pulls her makeup bag up in front of her. She liked to keep her makeup light for work. If she put on too much, her face felt heavy at the end of her shift. So instead she dabbed some concealer here and there, brushed on some mascara and tinted lip balm and she was ready. At least make up wise. Her hair was another story. She only had about thirty minutes to wrangle it into order, she could work with that.

Closing her door behind her, the now ready Lillie walked into the Holland kitchen. A plate of eggs, toast, and sausage sat covered on the counter. Her aunt and uncle had apparently left for work already. Which was not surprising, they usually left before she did. Leaving her a plate was the usual, and she loved them even more for it. Although loving them more than she already does is a little impossible.

After her father had died, they took her in with no hesitation. The way they treated her had made dealing with her fathers death so much smoother than it would have been if they were not there. She still had moments of overwhelming grief, but it had become a lot more manageable. Now she could breathe without feeling like someone had a hold of her lungs.

Pulling herself out of her reverie she grabs her plate and puts it in the microwave for a minute before sitting down to eat. While chewing she goes through her purse to make sure she has everything she needs for work. Phone, wallet, keys, lip balm, pen and paper. That's about all she needs, everything else she mainly just keeps at her desk at the station. Like the cardigan and spare fork's proof shoes. She had learned the hard way to not buy shoes that can't handle constant...wet.

A few minutes later, she washes her dishes, grabs her purse and heads out the front door, locking it behind her of course. Walking over to her second hand car she slides in, tossing her purse into the passenger seat like she usually does. It's a short drive to the station so she didn't feel the need to turn on the radio. Instead she took the time to mentally go through her plans for the day.