The quiet places

Prolouge

Florida was single handily the hottest place Peyton had ever been dragging the suit case lazily on the ground he had never wanted to leave a place more than he wanted to leave Boston but he'd rather be wet and cold than melting standing impatiently at the door of the large suburban home he was officially living the American dream all because his mom got knocked up by a rich idiot zoning out as the door quickly sung out Peyton didn't care much for introductions once he felt the burst from the ac pushing past his mom and her victim plopping himself down onto the cold tiled floor of the villa entrance "sorry hun Peyton is a little new to the heat"his mom shot him a irritated glance than a loving one back at her new husband "that's fine" he didn't return the look instead he grabbed her small suitcase guiding her inside starting up small talk leaving Peyton in the entrance to think about the current situation he was dragged forcefully out of Boston to FL,told that his mother was pregnant and getting married to a rich guy than shoved into wealth after living in the slums most of his life it was a lot of adjustment in one life time better yet the course of two days and to top it off he had been starving dragging himself over to wherever the kitchen could be raiding through the fridge cabinets and whatever else he thought could possibly have food but to no avail plopping himself down onto the plush white sofa this house was unlivable with all the white it felt like Peyton needed a hazmat suit to even enter the living room with the color scheme being no poor people allowed he wanted to look through the house more but a wave of exhaustion grabbed hold of him getting lulled to sleep by the quiet air conditioning he figured the hospital house wasn't going anywhere and unfortunately neither was he

Heat was all he felt stirring awake the sun might've been actually trying to kill him as a beam pointed directly towards him through a small gap in the not surprisingly white curtains "I fucking hate it here" he mumbled rolling his eyes trying to find where a bathroom might've been weirdly large home he figured opening every door downstairs a bathroom would appear but instead he looked insane to his mom who sauntered down the stairs adjusting pretty well to her new luxury life wrapped in a fluffy white robe "what are you doing" she questioned wrapping herself around her son lovingly "I gotta piss but I can't find the bathroom" he gave a small hug back pulling away quickly back on the hunt as his mom went on the same search he had the night before the search for food as he wondered farther down the hallway finally finding one this was the moment he knew this house sucked it should never be that hard to find a bathroom but apparently rich people hate convenience taking a mental note of where it was he headed back into the kitchen the large never touched before sterile kitchen "Brandon is ordering breakfast we have to go shopping today" his mom slumped over the kitchen island next to Peyton doing the same "did you manage to find your bedroom upstairs" the question caused Peyton to wince Turing attention to the suitcases he left sitting by the door in response "did you sleep on the floor" a blank look crossed over her face she had learned early in Peyton's life never to put anything above him "I didn't I slept on the couch" he said proudly acting like it was  an upgrade from the floor getting thumped on the forehead "heyy I got tired upstairs was so far the couch wasn't" he pouted "first day of school tomorrow"a deep tired voice interrupted his pouting time "and your bedroom is second door left please go take your bags upstairs before the food gets here" Brandon never quit looked like he wanted to socialize with Peyton choosing to rarely say anything more than a passing comment Peyton never minded this before finding out he was marrying his mother how was he supposed to have a step dad he didn't talk to jumping down from the stool he wondered what he could do to get close to Brandon as he headed up the oddly quiet stairs dragging the suitcases up every single step causing noticeable irritation in everyone finally getting it up the 1000 steps the upstairs was much like the bottom large,empty and white 2 of those things were much like something else he thought chuckling to himself wondering down the bare hallway second door to the left was much harder to find than assumed finally finding it the room was overall plain with a large wooden bed sitting in the middle of the white abyss accompanied by a tv and dresser it reminded him of rehab that tries to convince you it's not rehab branding it as a escape or retreat sadly the comparison  actually perfectly described everything in this hell hole he thought slumping down the bed frame to his bags he had to take a cold shower the heat seemingly clung to him coating his entire body since he got off the plane ripping out any sort of Florida weather appropriate outfit slipping into the connected bathroom he had heard the ding of his phone a text alerting him to food down stairs and his mom leaving for the market with Brandon responding with a dry thumbs up than heading to the shower cold water was the closest he'd ever been to heaven staying until his skin pruned this was the only good thing about the hell hole which was Florida the only downside is the relief given didn't last long as soon as he slid the ripped jeans on the heat returned god he hated this shit hole