The Relative's Next Mansion

MY LIFE!

"𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎...𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜...𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚙. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝...𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎..."

Oh, oops I forgot to introduce myself, Hi! I'm Triv Roberts, odd name right? Well I thought so too and the reason is that I was born on 'The National World Trivia day' so your guess is right, I was supposed to be named Trivia (which I'm so glad I'm not) but my parents thought that it was very long name so they shortened it down to Triv but I'm not too mad about it because it's what makes me unique! I'm a simple 16 year old clumsy girl and although I don't like to mention it but I'm loaded. Yeah you heard it right, I live in a mansion and a huge one! Well let me introduce you to my family; My grandfather's name is William Roberts and my late grandmother's name was Charlotte Roberts. And my father is Jacob (I think we all know about the Roberts part so I'll just skip it) and my dear mother Amelia and then finally, my brother Liam and I, Triv.
Right now...so much has happened...I don't even know where to start. I'll try my best to explain it!

One Sunday morning, my grandpa Williams disappeared out of nowhere. We were worried so much, my father even called the whole police force and it was surprising that he was not in the house at all and no one had seen him despite so much security. Even the security cameras were not showing anything...my parents stayed awake all night and they started bickering on who did what, I was just tired...

You see, my parents fight a lot and especially my dad, he is short-tempered and just starts to curse my mother on small matters. They don't even celebrate their anniversaries, people just wish them and that's it. I always get scared whenever he starts shouting at my mother, I try and stop my tears from coming and just pray in my room to keep my mom safe because he bangs on things unnecessarily; last time, he even broke a plate and didn't eat. My father always acts arrogant and says that he doesn't have money when I'm telling you, "We're loaded." I don't know what to do...I hate it and I've always wanted to talk to someone but the truth is that I can't trust anyone...not even a single person. My 'friends' at school are just for my money and I can't tell my parents about it, it's just weird and they'll just start bickering again on who starts it. I feel like they are not in love anymore...they are just completing their formalities as a husband and wife.

Though, my father is very caring and nice but anger just makes him lose control: I do think they might have a little love left but still, I feel like my life is falling apart...and now you know the reason why I hate love because I don't want to ever end up in a situation like this...my mother tells me that she feels as if she's being treated like a slave. I have a fear underneath me that my brother, Liam might be getting my father's genes. He has become short-tempered and my mother and him just bicker about everything all day but I think he's just frustrated.
*Sigh*
Well this is life, although I don't care about money more than my family but things aren't going right at all.
Okay let me go back to where I was; the next day...I woke up early because I kept having 'weird dreams of a crystal ball...there was a person enchanting some words, his face was covered and he was wearing a cape just like the ones you see in movies. I saw my grandfather's body floating (which I don't know how it's even possible) and a green light was passing through his wand nearby the crystal ball. It was the only bright illumination that could be seen...' I'm not hallucinating...or am I?

Suddenly, I heard a door bell rung. I went and hid behind the balusters so no one could see me and I saw a white cloth covering something and there was something that looked like a letter on top. My parents looked at each other and my father opened the letter. The good or bad thing in this house is you can practically hear everything that's going on...but this time, he read it himself and he looked scared and I could see the nervousness on my mother's face when he gave her the letter to read. They whispered something to the maid beside and she immediately went somewhere and they did too, leaving it behind. I quickly went and stole the letter and came back to my spot, it said,

𝘛𝘰 𝘔𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘳𝘴 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘴;
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴...𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘉𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦: 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥...𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴.
𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺,
𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘣 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵.

My breathing stopped...I feel like I couldn't think. My grandfather has died...he has been cursed? My eyes became tearful. Suddenly, I saw the maid come back with a chain, lock and a large dark cloth. I saw her carefully cover it and tie it with a chain and lock it. I gulped...no, no, this can't be true. It's impossible, magic doesn't exist!

I saw my mother come up the stairs with a maid holding a tray beside her. I quickly went into my room and hid the letter inside a drawer. My heart was racing...I quickly jumped on the bed and covered my self with my heavy quilt and pretended to close my eyes.

My mother came and opened the curtains... "Sweetheart, wake up. You don't want to go to school today?" I stared at her, 'Is she really going to pretend that nothing happened?' She signed the maid to give her a tray and kept it over my lap, I didn't want to reveal that I knew everything so I slowly asked, "Mom, any updates on grandpa?" She faced the window and acted like she was looking at the sky. I could see that she was trying to hide her tears, she then came and sat beside me, "That's not your concern alright? Don't worry about it, everything will be okay and we'll find grandpa." She kissed my forehead, "Now get ready, we don't want to be late." I was confused, I pinched myself but no...this time it wasn't a dream. 'Are they really going to pretend that nothing happened' I'll have to find about this....