Moving In With The Enemy

Chapter 40 ~ "I Don't Love My Past"

"Annie." I hear somewhere off in the distance. "Annie, get up. We're here." I feel my shoulder being shaken and I blink my eyes open, looking at the vague silhouette of Walker beside me in the car.

"What?" I ask, stretching my arms out and he smirks.

"We're here, sweetheart. Get out and stretch your legs." He sighs and I nod, leaning over and throwing open the door on the town car. I step out into a driveway with my backpack and my jaw nearly falls to the ground. 

I stood before what felt like the back-up set for Downton Abbey. The house was relatively large, wide lot with a lot of space. It was massive, full columns on the front with steps up to the front door. 

"You okay?" I hear and Walker produces my suitcase for me, rolling it along with his. 

"Your family lives here?" I gape and he nods clearing his throat. "Here?"

"Yes, here." He repeats and I gulp, my body breaks out in a nervous sweat. 

"I......I don't know how to......do this. I didn't grow up like this." I admit quietly, I wasn't fancy enough for this. I'm not cut from silk cloth, my house only had two floors.

"The only thing I want you to do is be you." He says quietly and I nod, trying to stay calm. "I'll give you a tour, our dinner events don't start until five. We've got time, okay?"

"As long as you're sure it'll be okay." I whisper and he nods, leaning down and kissing my temple, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Sometimes he'd pause when he'd do that, like he knew he wanted to but soft gestures weren't familiar for him. I figured that any sort of relationship with Walker would mean him re-learning things.

"Good afternoon Mister Russell." A woman in a clean uniform says, followed by a gentleman. "How was your ride in?"

"It was fine." He says, passing over our suitcases, garment bags and his backpack. "Annie, pass her your bag." He encourages and I nod, uncomfortably passing my bag over. "This is my girlfriend Annika."

"Nice to meet you." I smile and his hand travels to my lower back.

"You as well." She smiles. "This is going to your room?"

"Please, could you also arrange a late lunch with the kitchen?" He asks and I blink. In what world did someone grow up like this?

"Of course, welcome back." She smiles and her and the other man take our stuff away.

"Come on." He sighs and I nod, following him up the steps. We step into the biggest entryway I've ever been in, it feels like a small castle, not a home. 

"This is.....I mean it's beautiful, but it's insane." I whisper and he chuckles with a knowing smirk.

"I know, it's not my taste." He sighs. "It's too much, we really don't need space like this."

"I-I've never asked, is it just you and your parents or do you have siblings." I ask and he lets me link my arms through his left one, pulling me along as we walk. The house was busy, no doubt to prepare for Thanksgiving later this afternoon.

"I have a sister." He shrugs. "She's away on exchange in France right now."

"What's she like?"

"She's.....she's cool. Her name's Calista, but we all call her Cali." He whispers and then clears his throat. There's something he's not telling me.

"How old is she?"

"Twenty-four, she went back to school." He answers, guiding me back through to the living room and then through the dinning room.