New Life

Chapter 2

^^This is the 1st floor layout^^

Allison's Pov-

I slowly open my eyes to an unfamiliar surroundings... and a very very much hurting pain in my ribs.

I take in my surroundings again, before all my memories from yesterday flood back to me. James.

I found my brother, or he found me I guess. But my mom said brothers as in plural.

How many brothers do I have? Will they like me? Are they nice? What if they're like Arron?

Please don't be like him. I don't think I can survive another sir. The amount of times during my life that I should have gone to the ER but I couldn't because I wasn't allowed to leave the house, is too many to count.

If you are wondering how I know about all of this even though I've never been outside for longer than a couple of hours.

Well that's because I did have access to the internet, because I was homeschooled. But I was under a fake name and life and everything.

But if I finished sooner than the scheduled 7 hours of schoolwork, then I could do whatever I want on the computer.

I may be only 12, but in school years, I am technically doing 10th grade things. And no it's not because I'm some brainiac, it's because sir forced me to finish school as soon as possible.

Anyways, I should probably go and see how long until we are there.

But first I reach into my bag and take a painkiller.

I exit the small plane bedroom and I see James in the same place as before. But wait- how did I get in the bedroom, I don't think I sleepwalk.

"Morning." He says without looking up from his laptop.

"Morning?" I look at the clock on one of the walls of the plane, and sure enough, it is 10 A.M.

Which makes sense, because we left at  around 6 P.M. and then we changed time zones, and France is 6 hours ahead of us, and it's an 11 hour flight.

"How long until we get there? Also, is it okay if I call you James, also can I ask a few questions?"

"We will get there in about an hour, then it's half an hour to the house. Yes, and yes."

"Thanks. Um, so um, how many brothers do I have?"

"You have 8 brothers."

What!? Wow, that's so many, I hope they like me.

"Okay, um sorry if it's rude, but uh... where is my father, like my biological one?"

"Our father is dead. He died of cancer 7 years ago."

Oh.

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss, oh, and sorry about the loss of our mother."

This entire conversation he had kept his head down, looking at his laptop screen while I sat across from him, but now he looked up and met my eyes.

His striking blue eyes gave away no emotions. But he didn't say anything.

"You know, you don't seem that bothered by the news of her death. But I think it might shock. You know, when someone goes through something shocking, traumatic or something like that, they will momentarily put away what happened and forget about it. Kind of like a 'I'll deal with this later' box, but in your brain. And then later, for some it may be a few hours later, but for others it can be up to months later, it finally, quote on quote 'hits them'. Basically that box that they shoved it in then, has now become too much and it bursts open and you realize the gravity of the situation. When mom died this happened to me. It lasted for about a day then I finally realized what was happening. So I understand what you are going through and I can help you. Try and think through what you just learned, and think calmly and orderly, so that when it 'hits you', you've already thought through it all, mostly and... it's... better- are you okay?"