Harper

CONFUSIONS

Harper's Pov:

As I laid my eyes on them, a surge of emotions overwhelmed me. Anger, shock, fear, and envy all mingled within me, creating a tumultuous storm of feelings. 

I despised them, though I had concealed this sentiment for so long. The truth was undeniable - I loathed them. They had left me with THEM while they luxuriated in their mansion. Meanwhile, I resided in a dilapidated house, barely managing to eat once a day. 

Their appearance exuded health and happiness, while I appeared gaunt and malnourished, my hair lacking luster and my eyes bearing the burden of an unattractive shade of blue. Life had never favoured me.

As I gazed at them, a lump formed in my throat. They seemed to be the example of a perfect family, so why had they introduced me into their lives? 

I sighed, trying to ignore the chaotic thoughts swirling in my mind. 

"Weet je waar ik al mijn tassen kan bewaren?" I asked the peculiar-looking individuals in the room, who seemed to be eyeing me as if I were a delectable piece of meat. I mean, sure, I know I'm attractive, but goodness gracious, this is a civilized country. (where can i keep my bags?)

"Je bent zo mooi, hallo ik ben je moeder maar het is helemaal cool als je me niet wilt bellen da we bij mijn voornaam kunnen blijven," one of them said. "Your so beautiful, hello I'm your Mum but it's totally cool if you don't want to call me that we can stick with my first name."

How does she know Dutch? And why does she resemble a hot air balloon? It's as if all these people descended from the heavens themselves; they are so... well, you know the word.

"Uhmm, ben je oke?" Mrs. Balloon inquired, her expression filled with concern. (Are you okay?)

I was about to respond to her, when suddenly a deep, masculine voice interrupted me with a throat-clearing sound. I suspected it was Raymond, but in that moment, it could have been anyone in the room - the rug, the TV, or even my bag. 

"Mum, how do you understand what she is saying and why are you not talking about us?" Hades questioned his mother. I must have looked at him like I had no clue what he was talking about because they continued, "Yeah Mum, introduce us. Don't keep her all to yourself." Another brother of mine chimed in, covered in so many tattoos that I couldn't even see his face. 

Not to mention those muscles threatening to burst out of his shirt. I couldn't help but wonder what this bulldog of a man ate; I even contemplated asking him later.

"She doesn't understand English, so I will be speaking Dutch for a while, but I will introduce you to her when she settles down," Mrs. Balloon said to her children, who were grumbling until Raymond raised his hand. I found myself wondering if he could slap me – that would be quite the experience, I thought to myself.

"Kom op schat, we gaan naar je kamer," Mrs. Balloon said to me, holding out her hands. I hesitated for a moment before deciding to ignore her gesture. (come on baby, let's go to your room)

It seemed she got the hint as she continued walking. We climbed the stairs for what felt like hours until we reached a hallway with seven doors,all labelled with names. However, nothing in this house concerned me as it would never be my home. I kept walking until Mrs. Balloon abruptly halted right in front of my face. "How rude," I muttered under my breath.

 Ignoring my annoyance, she chirped, "Dit is je nieuwe kamer sweetheart," while opening the door for me. It looked just like the bedrooms in movies - I was instantly smitten. ( this is your new room sweetheart)

 "Vind je het leuk?" Mrs. Balloon asked with a giggle. Confused by her laughter, I assumed she must have a headache,not my problem. (do you like it?)

"Ja het doet me denken aan mijn oude slaapkamer, ik heb gelogen." In reality, my old room was nothing more than a basement with an ancient lamp and a dusty cabinet. Despite my newfound luxury, I couldn't shake the feeling of not deserving it all. (yeah it reminds me of my old bedroom)

 "Goed settelen," she said as she sauntered off in the opposite direction. (good then, settle in)

I couldn't believe my eyes as I stepped into my new room. It was absolutely amazing. The walls were painted in a soothing shade of lavender, and the sunlight streaming through the large windows made the room feel warm and inviting. I took my time to check out every nook and cranny, and it felt like I was in a dream.

As I explored further, I opened a larger door which led to a beautiful walk-in closet. It was filled with clothes that I would have never dreamt of owning. The array of colors and styles was overwhelming, and what made me even happier was that I had matching accessories for all of them. It was like a fashion paradise.

To my surprise, the only thing bigger than my whole house was the bathroom. It was a luxurious space with sleek marble countertops, a jacuzzi tub, and a rainfall shower. However, the best part about this bathroom was that everything seemed so high-tech and advanced that I didn't know what anything was. It was like stepping into a futuristic spa.

Since I didn't know what else to do, I decided to figure out how to use the bathroom and change into something comfortable. 

Two hours later

Here I am, covering my beautiful wounds, It's funny how they turned pink after I finished bathing. I grabbed the green towel and wrapped myself before I went out.

I entered the closet again and chose a pink angel rabbit tee shirt and a flay pink skirt with my pink rabbit slippers and my cloud pink contacts. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but laugh at how everything seemed to be in various shades of pink.

Just as I added the finishing touches to my look, I heard a knock on the door. "Kom binnen," I called out, not forgetting to use Dutch. (come in)

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BEDROOM

WALKING CLOSET

BATH ROOM