With or Without You.

Part One (rewritten.)

Part 1 was accidently lost, I hope to be able to recreate it below :( SORRY. ugh.

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I sat on the front steps of our house, or what should i say what once was our house. The sold sign that jutted from the front lawn was a clear reminder that it no longer was. My dad walked past me to grab the last box of our belongings. "Hey kiddo grab your bag and meet me in the truck, we got'a long trip ahead of us!" he said with a cheery tone in his voice as if I'd forgiven him for this unexpected unwelcome move. Or better yet that I'd forgiven him for being engaged to some woman that was a stranger to me but one month after mom pasted. The trip went in silence my breath hitched in my throat as I said goodbye to my mother’s diner with my eyes. The only sound to break the four hours was the whiny pop music that poured into the truck, I only assume because my dad thought I liked it. I don't blame him for not asking I wouldn't have responded anyway. I can't find myself wanting to do anything but scream at anyone since the funeral so I haven't talked much, especially to him.

We pulled into the drive way and a squished short Barbie bounds down the porch, I can only assume this is Margret seeing as how we've never met. I hope out of the truck cab and put my bag over my shoulder. “Harold! Spencer! I’m so glad you’ve finally made it.” She exclaimed. I don’t make eye contact distracted by the giant house that stood before me.  White wood Grey blue shudders and a wraparound porch.  If I didn’t know my father any better..  “I’ve heard so much about you, Spencer. I’m so happy to finally meet you!” I walked past her,

“Don’t take it personally Margie, she hasn’t been talking much lately.” My dad said hugging her. I entered through the big red door. The doors opened behind me and Margret cleared her throat,

 “So, Spencer. Would you like to see your new room, or perhaps meet your new brother?”  She asked, why did she have to say my name so much. I had this sinking feeling it was because that was the only thing my dad told her about me.  “He’s not my brother.” I mumbled.

 “Well then, maybe you’d just like to see your room. It’s up the left staircase at the end of the hall.” She said. I looked up to see a modern looking chandelier, I could already tell she thought herself a ‘Martha Stuart’ type. I opened the door to a large open room. Seeing my blanket on that king-sized bed was overwhelming. I opened a door that led into my closet. So big my clothes only took up on section of it. Frustrated I left opening another door in my room which I both hoped and assumed was the bathroom. It opened to a white tiled space with a cream colored claw foot tub and a glass shower. I ran a hot bath and slipped out of my clothes. Standing in front of the mirror I wondered how I could look so much the same when everything else was so different. My brown hair still waved down just past the ribcage of my small torso and my legs taking up most of my 5’9. I slipped under the water lifting my hair out of the tub I closed my eyes.