Cadence

1. First time

Cadence

I've never really thought about my life after college, at first I wanted to come here get my education then go travelling, but since starting here, travelling the world and seeing the horrible communities that people call home have lost their appeal. I've since learned that the place I live in now is enough for me, I don't wish to see other peoples homes when I've barely spared a glance at my own. The funny thing is as a child I hated living here, hell I despised this place but now. Now it's the only thing I have left of my parents. Allison and Alec Hirum famous for the part they played in the world of business, they died recently in a fire. Well that's what the papers say, as someone who saw it happen, I know that they were blown into a million pieces in their own home. A fire they called it, a fire that tore through my home and ripped my parents from me.

Anyway enough of the stories.

Here I am standing before my little old home sitting on the edge of Ronaught Road, staring at the new grey bricks and black door at the entrance. I can't believe they even managed to salvage what little was left of this place. After the explosion the only thing left standing was the door the same black one in-front of me now.

Opening the door carefully, I step in and place my bag on the floor beneath a glass table to my right as I enter the foyer. The wallpapers have been replaced from bright colours to dark ones (my request) I've never favoured bright colours my taste is a little more 'emo', some would say. The once cream carpets are now dark grey, the dim lighting above me like the finishing touches on top of a cake.

"Miss Hirum you made it, we're so pleased to have you here with us. I hope you approve of the new decorations, we had our stylist stay overnight to make sure everything was perfect before you arrived."

The woman who I know to be Mrs Armstrong the head maid of our staff says to me nervously, she's a short woman grey streaks running through her cinnamon hair, she's worked here since I was young. Cleaning, cooking, as a child she would read books to me when my parents went to meals and business meetings, I've always been fond of her, she was like a second mother to me growing up.

"Mrs Armstrong, I love it. Thank you, truly. I never thought I'd see this house so pretty." I say whilst smiling at her.

She's aged quite a bit since I last saw her but she still remains as beautiful as ever. Rosy cheeks with freckles adorning them as-well as her nose. Hazel eyes and small pink lips.

"I hope the drive here wasn't too long. Come, I'll show you to your room"

Following her up the wooden black staircase I hold the railing for support whilst trailing behind her towards what I assume to be my room. Entering the brown door I'm met with a queen sized bed to my right with two bedside tables next to it, decorated with black lampshades. To my left is a fully furnished walk in closet and in the corner a door leading to the bathroom. The bathroom is massive a huge tub and shower with a rainfall shower head covering the entirety of the large closed off space. A mirror sits above the sink that has built in Bluetooth speakers and LED lights. Perfect. Seeing the house like this makes me almost happy that the past one was blown up minus the tragedy that came along with it. Turning around I squeal.

"You have no idea how perfect this is, you must be knackered go home I'll be fine setting everything up here." Mrs Armstrong stares at me almost shocked but follows my orders and begins to leave the room.

Hugging her before she goes, I watch as she walks down the drive before leaving through the gates.

Retreating back into the house I enter the kitchen and sit at the bar stool connected to the deep grey island. Pulling out my phone I flick through my contacts until I find my best friends name.

Me: hey bitch, come over you've got to see this place.

Jules: I'll be there in five, get the vodka out. Been a long day.

Me: on it.

Smiling I jump off the stool and open cupboards trying to locate the alcohol, just as I'm about to grab a bottle the doorbell rings. Strange surely she can't be here that fast.

Placing the bottle down on the counter I make my way towards the door. Peeping through the peep hole to be met with no one. Opening the door I look right and left trying to see who just rung the bell. Odd. No one's here. Just as I'm about to turn and go back to the kitchen a box under my feet catches my eye. Furrowing my brows in confusion I bend down and pick it up confused. What the hell? Shutting the door with my foot I make my way back to the kitchen and grab a knife from the drawer to open the box.

Cutting the cello tape I place the knife down beside the box and open it. Inside rests a note.

Miss Hirum,

We've heard about your return to home and request your presence at 345 on Regent Court, there will be a ball in which all old business partners of your parents will attend.

Kindest regards,

Anya Volkov.

Oh for fuck sake. I fucking hate the Volkovs. As a child I would hear my parents complaining to one another about their family and how they wished to ruin our family business, the last thing I want to do right now is go to a ball. But in the grand scheme of things, I have to go. It's important that I show how much I've progressed since my parents death and to prove I'm not a child anymore.

AN:

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First chapter, let me know what everybody thinks.