The Way I Survived

Chapter Two.

Chapter 2

I took in my appearance as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My brown hair reached my waist in natural soft curls that complimented my facial features nicely. My eyes were the finest color of emerald green, my nose straight and small and my lower lip was slightly fuller than my upper. My cheeks were always faint pink. I was dressed in a simple floral dress that reached barely above my knees and had simple makeup on. I had a typical feminine body, with a flat stomach and curves at the right places. I wasn't too skinny, but I've lost my appetite after the incident.

I sighed as I turned around and faced my room. It's walls were painted a faint shade of purple and it was completely decorated with fairy lights, though I keep them off nowadays since they don't seem too joyful to me anymore. My queen-sized bed was located in the middle of the room, on it was my suitcase that had all my belongings.

I didn't really have much stuff I wanted to take along with me. Just some clothes, personal equipments, my mom's locket and my father's journal which I found strangely hidden under my closet - I haven't read it yet.

As I was about to yank my suitcase off my bed to carry downstairs, someone knocked on the door, startling me. I crossed the room and opened the door, revealing none other than Christopher. Confused why he knocked, I asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Um.. err.." he scratched the back of his neck, apparently not knowing what to say. Trying to help him out, I said, "Yeah..?" He looked at me and I was able to see his cheeks slowly turn rosy pink. He cleared his thought and said, "I was wondering if you needed any help with your suitcase?"

I looked back at my suitcase and debated whether or not he should carry it for me downstairs. Finally making up my mind, I nodded slowly and stepped away slightly, opening the door enough for him to let himself in without any physical contact necessary. He stepped in and went directly to my bed.

I followed him silently, not knowing what to do or say. "You have a nice room," he complimented. "Um.. Thanks I guess," I said awkwardly.

He carried the bag with no effort as I gawped at his retreating back in disbelief. He made it seem as if it was as light as a feather. I sighed as I gave up trying to figure out how he has all that strength. Yes he's fit and has muscles, but it seemed so effortless that it couldn't be possible.

I followed him down the stairs and outside the house, exposing myself to the beautiful summer weather. There parked in the front-yard was a beautiful, glossy black Mercedes with tinted black windows. I didn't know the Rosverts were rich; they just kept on fascinating me more and more by the minute.

He loaded the suitcase into the truck while I admired the car. "You like it?" his velvet voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked at him and saw him leaning against the car, looking like he just came out of a magazine. "Yeah," I replied, "it's pretty cool; it's been a while since I've driven." He nodded thoughtfully then asked, "You never told me, how old are you?"

"I'm sixteen, I'll be seventeen in May," I replied dully, obviously not interested in the topic. Trying to change the topic, I asked, "How is it like in England?" His face turned into a frown as he said, "it rains a lot, quite chilly really. It's nothing like sunny California so you might have some difficulty adjusting to the weather change, but it's nothing major that can't be fixed."

I huffed out a breath, annoyed with the horrifying news. I hated the cold; it made my heart feel as if it was frozen. I guess they'll have to deal with me switching on the heater in the entire house permanently.

Breaking the silence that fell between us, a pair of footsteps were heard approaching us. My stepmother and stepbrother emerged from the huge oak front doors. My stepbrother Tristan wore a smug smile on his face that irritated me. "Well dear sister, I see that you're leaving us today, such a devastating thing, you'll be missed."