Differences

Chapter 6 - Alaina

New home, maybe new life? Another chapter!!!!🌼

Warning: Mentions of ED and violence. Although they are both not explicitly mentioned, it is hinted within this chapter. Please read what is comfortable for you.

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I had thought that my house was already large in size. But I was dumbfounded when I had arrived at the Taylor's home. Or rather mansion. It seemed like something that would come alive in some Royalty movie. Large in size, isolated from civilisation, surrounded by forests, undisturbed.

It smelled old money.

Carefully trimmed trees and well-tended bushes, flower beds and lush green lawn surrounded the entirety of this massive mansion. And despite the overwhelming size of this place, it felt homey. Warm even. Definitely not the kind of place that homes itself to mafias or their men.

I was greeted professionally by who I assumed was the butler and was quickly ushered inside.

One step inside and somehow I was dumbfounded, again.

The inside of this mansion betrayed the exterior design. It was refurbished and renovated to give the showroom look of modern architecture. Light white walls and pristine white tiles claimed its area while the large windows framed in black that spread throughout the living room allowed natural light to seep through, not only lighting up the room but also giving a dark edge.

Furniture's were for the most part, grey in colour while coffee tables, tv stands and bookshelves had a wood finishing, creating a modern but homey look.

Nothing like the expensive chandeliers decorating the ceilings, or the obnoxious grand piano claiming the entrance next to the spiral staircase or expensive rugs with its own kind of history draping over the floor, kind of image I had upon viewing the outside of this home. I mean mansion.

The kitchen and dining was separated from the living room concrete like grey wall with a sliding door attached that was haphazardly open. I wanted to go inside and check out the kitchen in hopes that there would be things I am capable of consuming would be available, but I was stopped in my tracks when the butler guided me up the stairs to what I presumed would be my room.

My room was simple, large, and empty.

On the right side of my room a simple but gorgeous looking bed, and the sheets and blankets were perfectly put in place, and I could not see a single crease interfering the flow of the sheets or the blankets or the pillows down on its path.

I walk further into my room and was surprised to find I had no wardrobe, but I stupidly realise that behind the wall where the head of the bed was, there was a room which was my own walk-in wardrobe. I didn't own or bring many clothing with me but the idea of having my own walk-in wardrobe made me excited. I may seem like I've lived more years than I look but these things make me feel like a child given two scoops of ice cream.

Similarly to the living room downstairs, my room too, had large windows that allowed me to be able to observe the beautiful garden below, all in its glory. I noted to myself that I would ask if I was allowed entrance into the garden and if I did, I would definitely designate a time for myself to visit it.

The room also situated a large desk and comfy looking chair opposite to the windows, but I knew I would be placing the desk and the chair so that it will be facing the window. I personally didn't really want to sit facing a wall. And the view was hard to resist looking at.

I was very pleased to find that I had my own ensuite opposite the bed, meaning that I wouldn't have to share anything with anyone and that I can tend to my own needs without the worry of someone walking on me. As much as I hated the idea of everyone thinking I was some psychopath, I'd prefer keeping that image to scare people away then to get more hurt.

Unlike mental or emotional pain, physical pain was tolerable. Sometimes it even feels, . . . good. But it doesn't mean I wanted it to be inflicted on me. And I certainly didn't want anyone to see me in a vulnerable state. Bloodied, bruised, weak.

"Ma'am?" the butler asks. Oh God, I hope he doesn't think I was ignoring him. When I am absorbed into something, I can't seem to snap out of it.

"Sorry, just taking it all in. Um, sorry, do you mind repeating what you have said?" I ask, feeling stupid.

"Yes of course. We have been informed that you would like to take your meal independently. Master Luke has said that you were free to eat whatever you like that is available in the kitchen and go out and eat wherever you like. He has also mentioned you can ask the head maid Leila to make what you wish for within her scope of cooking. However, as you may be aware already, we ask you to refrain from deliveries," He concludes.

"Of course, I understand. Thank you for letting me know," I reply while giving him a small smile. The Taylor's were known to be very secretive. I still don't know where I am and I was picked up by their car.

"No problem. Your luggage will be brought up to you shortly. Also, Master Luke has mentioned you are free to look around the garden if you wish to do so. If you need any assistance, you are more than welcome to come and find me or use the intercoms that connects every room in the main residence." He finishes but I was too busy thinking how my future Husband knew I wanted to go look around the garden.

"Thank you for letting me know," I finally reply.

"No problem, then I shall take my exit."

"Thank you for the help," I say, and he gives me a professional smile and makes his way out the door.

This was it. I had officially moved to the Taylor's. I try to take it all in. My new residence, my new room, and my new life. I just hoped that I would not be anymore of a disturbance than I already am.

But for now, I decided I will go take a look around the garden.