after about 30 minutes of driving we arrived at a beautiful house. the car stopped and everybody got out of the car, but i just sat there staring at the house trough the car window.
"hey! you coming?" the boy yelled from the car door. i turned and nodded to him.i never got their names, weird.. i climbed out of the car and was about to go back and grab my things when someone grabbed my wrist. i pulled my wrist back immediately out of fear. i wasn't used to people touching me. only Ella and Rosie, not even Karen touched me. i turned to see who it was and it was the girl.
"sorry.. ehm.. mom and dad will take your things just come with me i will show you your room and then you can change" she said and smiled. i nodded and followed her when she started walking. we walked into their house and it was huge! wow.. beautiful... was all i could think when we walked trough the house. we stopped in front of a door and she motioned me to open the door. so i did. i walked in and it was beautiful.
the walls where all white and i had a queen sized bed with brown sheets there was a desk with a mirror and some drawers. it was already decorated with some lamps, plants and art pictures.
"it's very simple, but you can decorate it as you want" the girl said, i nodded. i actually like it simple like this.
there was two doors in one of them there was a bathroom. it had a bathtub, a toilet and a sink. in the other door there was a walk-in closet, but it was empty.
"we'll buy you some clothes sometime" i just nodded. "i'm Caitlin by the way, Lucy right?" i just nodded again. "you don't talk much do you?" she asked.
i had to smile a little at that comment... i didn't talk at all. i shook my head. i could see that Caitlin was about to say something else, but she was interrupted by her mom and dad coming with my stuff.
"i see Caitlin showed you your room" her dad said. i nodded.
"DAD!! I'M GOING OUT WHIT RYAN AND THE BOYS!! OKAY?!" i heard the boy scream from downstairs. "OKAY" he yelled back. it was like a real family, like mine before. i smiled at the thought.
"that was Christian. he is 15 just like you" mom said... wait i called her mom... i guess she is that now, but mama is mom she can't be mom, yeah she is gonna stay Mrs. Beadles.
"ehm... we will leave you here to change and get comfortable, then you can come downstairs when you are ready, okay?" Mrs. beadles asked me. i nodded.
i was left in MY room.. wow this was my room only mine.. wow.. so cool. i took off my pants, tank top and bra. i stood in front of the full length mirror. i looked at my way too skinny body, my body with thousands of flaws most of them scars. the scar on the back of my lower leg from when i fell from running, the scar just above my pantie line i got when i ran into a stick, the scar on my stomach that i also got from a stick, the scar on my lower back from a gun shot, the scar on my shoulder from a gunshot too and the scar right under my left boob with the tattoo right under i got the scar from a knife. did i mention that i have a tattoo? no..? well i do. it says "unbroken warrior" and it means a lot too me.
i took on some black basketball shorts, a white t-shirt with a black mustache and a white snap-back with silver studs. i still had some make up on even though i cried. so i just left it like that. i packed out all off my clothes, i sat my skateboards out and my guitar out too. then i walked out of the room and to the living-room, i think it was the living-room at least?. or maybe not... this house is so big... i walked to another room, but this seemed to be a music room or something because there was a piano there. and me being me i just had to play. i walked over to the light switch and dimmed the light down a little. for some reason i liked it better when the light was a little dimmed down.. i don't know why. i walked over to the piano and started to play and sing to "be alright" by Justin bieber.
"Across the ocean, across the sea
Startin' to forget the way you look at me now
Over the mountains, across the sky
Need to see your face and need to look in your eyes
Through the storm and, through the clouds
Bumps on the road and upside down now
I know it's hard baby, to sleep at night
Don't you worry
Cause Everything's gonna be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
Be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
Through the sorrow,And the fights
Don't you worry,Cause everything's gonna
Be Alright,ai-ai-ai-aight
Be Alright,ai-ai-ai-aight..
All alone, in my room
Waiting for your phone call to come soon
And for you, oh, I would walk a thousand miles
To be in your arms
Holding my heart Oh I, Oh I...
I Love You
And Everything's gonna
Be Alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
Be Alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
Through the long nights
And the bright lights
Dont you worry
Cause Everything's gonna
Be Alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
Be Alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
You know that I care for you
I'll always be there for you
Promise I will stay right here, yeah
I know that you want me too
Baby we can make it through, anything
Cause everything's gonna
Be Alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
Be Alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
Through the sorrow, and the fights
Dont you worry
Everything's gonna
Be Alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
Be Alright, ai-ai-ai-aight
Through the sorrow, and the fights
Don't you worry
Everything's gonna Be Alright.."
when i finished i heard whispering from outside the door. and i panicked.... no.. no what if the heard me?!.. no. i stood up so fast and i hit my head in the lamp above me. "faen" I swore. i never swear. even though i swore in Norwegian, i swore. no.. and i could tell that they heard me because they suddenly stopped whispering. i walked over to the door and looked out. and saw 4 boys standing there. one of them was Christian and the rest of them were... i didn't really look at them. they where standing there trying to look innocent except Christian he looked like he was in shock.
"y-you talked" he finally said. i just shook my head furiously. "yeah you did, but what the fuck did you say" he said again with a little chuckle at the end. i just shook my head again and looked down.
"i was more impressed by your singing, you were amazing" one of the boys said. i looked up at him and guess who the fuck i saw?! JUSTIN FUCKING BIEBER!!! HOLY SHIT!! he's different form last time, last time, he must not recognize me. what to do? what to do? ehm... walk away.. yes i will walk away.
i know i said i didn't swear, but in my mind no one can hear me so it's okay. right?
i just turned on my heel and started to walk- almost run towards my bedroom i walked inside and closed my door. what the hell just happened? why is Justin bieber in our house?? i haven't seen him in years! i need to relax. when i get stressed out i usually skateboard for a little while to get some air. so i will do that. i grabbed my long-board and looked out in the hallway to make sure the boys were gone before walking out. now i need to find the way out. i walked down the stair in the same direction me and Caitlin walked when i first came here some hours ago. i walked and i could hear the boys talk in the kitchen. shit. i have to walk trough the kitchen too get out. okay. i will just do it. man up. i walked in and they immediately stopped talking and looked at me. i just smiled a shy smiled, looked down and started walking faster, but i was stopped when christian stepped in front of me and i bumped right into him.
"where are you going?" he said and smiled down at me. yes he was taller than me, everyone is.
"out" i muttered and pushed him out of the way, but he grabbed my waist and turned me around so i faced him. i pushed him back so he wasn't touching me anymore and looked him directly in the eyes.
"what?" i snapped in a very low voice.
"nothing" he answered he looked.. amused. i just turned around again and walked out the door.
***Christian and Caitlin on the side.
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