Falling For the Broken

03. House Tour, Fourth Family Member

"Wake wakey! It's time to wake up Brittney!"

A loud voice was shouting and felt painful to my ears, it wasn't long before I was blinded by the bright light from the sun that made me squint my eyes and also covered them with my back hand.

"What's the time?" I ask finally getting up with my eyes still closed and I opened them once I was sitting by my butt on the bed.

"Good morning, actually it's afternoon Sleppy Britty. And wow you were sure tired, and the time is 1pm dear," I blinked, not once, not twice but three times. This girl talks, a lot.

"I should probably get a shower. Good morning to you too," I say as I get up and started stretching my arms followed by a large yawn.

"Whoa, that yawn looks like it could swallow me any moment," Holly teases but that came of as a really dry joke to me. But I still smile though.

"Just get out of here," I say jokingly, meaning no offense as I go to what I guess I can call, my bathroom. It was beautifully decorated, with marble tiles, and shades of black and white. I preferred pink instead but it was still beautiful, though.

Someone had already placed my toiletries in the cabinets and I was sure that it was probably the helper of this house. I spent about 60 minutes - an hour - in the bathroom. I need that water all over my body.

When I left the bathroom, Holly was making herself comfortable on my single couch while the helper was doing my bed. I was wrapping a towel around my body and the second one on my hair, helping to dry my hair.

"Rose, meet Brittney, my new friend," Holly says, to the middle-aged woman doing my bed.

"Hi Brittney, so nice to finally meet you," Rose says and then hugs me for a second.

"Nice to meet you too, Rose," I say politely as well. It wasn't long before Holly dragged me and took me inside my new walk-in closet.

There were my clothes, hanging there neatly but I also recognized some other unfamiliar clothes and shoes which were feeling up the spaces because I hadn't brought that much clothes.

"You are going to wear your shorts and your white crop top, just like mines. I want us to be twins!" she says the last sentence in a high pitched voice that was almost like a squeal.

"Yes, boss."

"I like you already! Come on, take that towel off and don't be shy," she pipes up and snatching the towel off my body, revealing my half-nude body. I was only wearing a small sized sport bra and my panties.

I laugh, "You are so extra."

I then wear my blue Denim shorts with a white crop top that was identical to the one worn by Holly. Shoes... There were my white stylish slippers which I wore with the outfit I had put on.

"Let's dry your hair," Holly says and we go back to the bathroom where she dries my hair using her hair dryer and I tie it into a ponytail.

The sound of my stomach growling, followed. "What's for breakfast?" I ask already knowing that everyone probably has had something to eat except me.

"Lunch, you missed breakfast little girl. Come on, let's go grab something to eat," Holly says and we both went to the kitchen and that's where I met the chef of the house.

"Finally, the sleepy head is awake, I am the greatest Chef Paul and the one who makes the most delicious food. And a very good afternoon to you Brittney, what are you craving for?" that's how Chef Paul greeted me and introduced himself.

"I'm craving for some avocado toast," I express.

"Coming right up."

Chef Paul had magic hands, seriously. He was able to do that fast and really amazing, the toast was amazing and I didn't know what he added there but it was good either way.

After eating my very much delicious meal, Holly decided to give me a 'house tour'.

She gave me a tour around the house, the backyard decorated nicely, the home cinema, Uncle Sam's big study, the Nursery which was made for Uncle Sam's niece who used to live with them and a gym room.

Lastly, she led me to a basement which was filled with musical instruments, posters of U2, Westlife, Maroon 5 and other popular bands. There were dark colours inside there and what caught my attention was the piano, I've always wanted to play the piano one day but I was really bad at it.

"Do you know how to play?" My curiosity get that question out of my throat but Holly just shook her head.

"No, I'm really in love with any of these things here. This is Connor's place," She says but left me dumbfounded. Connor? I guess she saw how confused I was because she also added, "Connor is my younger brother, cousin actually but he has been living with us for almost two years now so he is my brother."

I nod, "How old is he?"

"15 years old."

"Excuse me?" an unfamiliar cold voice says, and we both look behind us where the voice was coming from. A guy who looked a little tall than me was standing next to me. Then his dark grey eyes which were almost black met mines which were crystal blue. I could see strands of black shiny hair covering the side of his forehead despite wearing a beanie on his head.

"Umm could you try to not be so cold all the time, little brother," Hollys states, folding her arms.

"You can take your friend somewhere else, but why here?" he asks coldly.

"My name is Brittney," I interrupt.

"Did I ask for some introduction?" he deadpans. Ouch.

"Listen here you jerky little brother, this is Brittney Fletcher, the daughter of Charlotte, remember Charlotte? Of course you remember, but they are going to be staying with us. Got it? And it wouldn't hurt to be nice for once," Holly yaps.

"Are you done, very big sister?" he asks in his cold voice.

"Yes," with that, Holly drags me out of there.

We went to the backyard and decided to dip our feet inside the pool while having our lemonades.

"Connor is rude," I comment.

"Don't worry about him, he's actually has a lot going on and please don't take his words seriously," Holly begs and I actually feel guilty of referring him as 'rude'.

I got it, some situations had the tendency of changing people into a completely different way. I remember mom, after the death of my father... She became distant and buried herself into her work and was always yelling at me for small things. I guess that was her ways of grieving.

I wonder what was troubling Connor.