Watching Him

The first glance.

January 15th 2016

They say moving ,means starting fresh,  leaving all your past problems, or worries behind. For us, it was more than that.It was a chance to wipe slate clean... and maybe clear our debts sooner than expected.

I sat in the backseat of the car ,my fingers laced tightly with Daniel's. He had fallen asleep against my shoulder, soft snores muffled by the sound of the tires crunching gravel.

My parents sat up in front, quietly whispering things I couldn't hear.

Probably trying not to freak out.

I didn't blame them though, none of this felt real.

Not the email.

Not the acceptance.

Not the fact ,that they were about to work for such a powerful family.

I didn't know too much about the family, my parents refused to tell me at the time, probably because of my age ,but at that moment as soon as the gates were in sight ,i knew they were loaded.

Tall. Black. Elegant. With gold accents that practically screamed money.

At ten years old, I didn't understand much about wealth, but I instantly knew thins place was something out of a dream.

The car rolled to a stop, and two men in suits approached to check our IDs. One of them even had an earpiece.

This wasn't just some rich family, this was serious.

I pressed my face against the window as the gates opened.

Inside the mansion looked like it belonged to a movie screen ,–Wide balconies, ivy-wrapped columns and a front yard bigger than our entire neighborhood.

I glance at my dad ,that couldn't help but mutter "This is insane."

***

Inside the mansion,- the air was colder than I expected. Everything sparkled, the floors,the chandeliers , even the polished railings of the staircase.

I didnt know where to look. Every room I peeked into felt too fancy for someone like me.Like I was intruding.

A woman in a black uniform walked over, heels clicking on the marble.

"You must be the Nixons," she said with a tight smile. "Follow me I'll show you your quarters."

My parents greeted her warmly and shortly after that we followed her to the 'quarters'.

Like we were in some royal castle.

She led my parents down one hall, and me down another. I glanced back at my mom as the woman signaled for me to enter, she gave me a soft nod ,so I followed the woman in silence until she stopped at at narrow door tucked between two sweeping windows.

"This will be your room." she said.

Inside was simple. Small bed, small desk. A window windows with long white curtains. It was nothing like the rest of the house. But it was mine.

I dropped my backpack and moved towards the window, taking in the sight, in front of me ,the huge pool ,the splendid garden that had differently shaped trees.

This was all so beautifully elegant.

As my eyes roamed around the place a figure caught my eyes. He was down the pool, shirtless, wet hair pushed back like he didn't even care how good he looked .He was laughing with a boy ,his deep dimples apearing clearly .He was tossing a ball in his hands.