The House

Chapter 8 Reflection

The next morning I'm putting on my dark blue jeans, my white sweater with a big black cross on it and my black sneakers.

My parents weren't in the room when I woke up so, once I was ready, I headed outside to look for them.

Because it was morning the chandeliers were off, but The House had the day's natural light coming through the windows of the two floors.

I heard some noises coming from a room in the far right corner of The Reception. When I stepped inside I realized it was some kind of Dinning Hall, or at least that is what it once was. The wallpaper is ripped off and hanging from the walls, all the furniture is covered with brownish blankets; there are three chandeliers in straight line in the middle of the ceiling along the main table's length, there are three windows on each side of the room allowing the natural light to come in, there is a fireplace at the end of the room with some decorations on its shelf and the shape of a rectangle on the same wall the fireplace is located; maybe there was a painting hanging there and, of course, there is dirt and tons of spider's webs.

Valerye and our parents were having breakfast in the middle part of the table; they cleaned it up a little bit and I'm guessing they found some plates and cutlery around the place because they were using them to eat and I don't think Jasmine or my mom brought any with them.

I approach the table and take a seat between my parents; my mom to my left and my dad to my right. Valerye and her parents were right in front of us; Peter to my left and Jasmine to my right.

"Where did all this food came from?" I ask while staring at the variety of food lying in front of me.

"Your father woke up early today and found this here..." says Jasmine.

"All of it?" I say.

"All of it." repeats my mom.

"Well done dad." I smile at him.

"Thank you, thank you very much." says my dad with a mocking tone.

What my dad found was the heaven of food; there were round plates for liquids, flat plates for solids and silver trays with all kinds of cheese, ham, bread, milk, cereal, meat, vegetables, butter, sweets, drinks and more. A colorful cereal caught my eye so I grabbed a round plate, a spoon, one jar of milk and the cereal I wanted to eat and got myself served.

At first I didn't notice how silent and awkward the atmosphere was, but now I can definitely tell there's something off; Luca's not here. The fact that I haven't seen her here means she left, or that's what most likely happened.

I don't regret anything; yelling at Luca was the right thing to do. I mean, after all the things I did for her and the others to save them she still thinks I'm a cold-blooded psychopath... but don't take me wrong, I'm not saying I'm waiting for her to thank me or anything like that, but even though we were close friends, she took her choice and left. I doubt I'll ever see her again and if we do meet I'm sure she will act like if she never met me... and so will I.

"I believe there's something we should talk about..." says my mom.

The dead silence came to a stop and all eyes were on me.

"Well, good that, but I don't have anything to say..." I say and I keep eating my cereal.

"Isabelle," says Valerye. "We just want to let you know that Luca w-"

"Luca left," I interrupt her. "And she's not coming back. She made that clear."

"Don't let it get to you honey..." says my mom.

"Mom, I not-"

"CoUlD sOmEbOdY pLeAsE eXpLaIn WhAt HaPpEnEd LaSt NiGhT...?"

Being saved by the bell, the angry english voice sounds throughout the room and immediately puts an end to the conversation.