The Rosett Legacy

Chapter 3

Then came the awkward moment. I was huffing and puffing like an old hag. Grandma Rose had an expression showing her confusion and somewhat anger if she could ever get angry.

"What the hell was that about?" Came Grandma Rose's shaky voice.

"Um...."

"Um... is that what you can only say?" Her grip tightened around the steering wheel. Wow, I am pissing off a lot of people lately.

"I am not safe here. Someone is after me!" I questioned myself if I even should tell her this. I mean what could Grandma Rose do. Her expression changed to one of concern and worry of a mother.

"Who Sweety, is it a stalker? I should call the police." While driving Grandma started searching if she has her phone with her.

"Grandma stop, can you just drive, I will explain when we reach....home." I sighed. The word home felt as a curse word. But if my new home was with Grandma Rose, I could deal with that. Forget deal, I will be grateful for that. With new found respect for Grandma Rose, we arrived outside her grand estate. Built in the 19th century, the building was the mansion of red with vines intertwining with the bricks. With yellow light post guiding us towards the entrance of the house, 

To say Grandma Rose was well off was like saying Justin Bieber was an ordinary person. Grandma Rose was filthy rich. I don't know how she could live all alone with only one maid in a mansion? Doesn't she get scared at night all alone? The car moved through the driveway and through the old iron gates of Rosett Mansion. Just as we were about to get out of the car, my eyes went to the rearview mirror of the car. My eyes widened as I stared at the eyes of Andre Than and his smirking face looking back at me sitting on the back right-hand seat. I stopped functioning. Breathing in. Breathing out. His eyes just looked back at me through the mirror. "Just to let you know, you got lucky. Once you enter that house you will be safe from me. But you can't stay there forever!" He smirked. I turned in my seat to see if he was really there. The back seat was devoid. He wasn't there. I was crazy. I was hearing things, no, hallucinating. No, I was paranoid. That's all. I had left him at the station. Forget about him, Mat, he is freakin' cray cray in the bray bray.

"Mat!" Grandma Rose called me. Realising she already had my luggage taken in the house, I hadn't moved out of the car for a long time. I released my breath which I had not noticed was held. Getting out of the car and closing the door with a bang I ran into the house.

"Sweetie, why don't you break the other doors of the car as well?" said the housemaid sarcastically. Now, the housemaid's name is Jasmine and has been with Grandma Rose since I can remember. Jazzy was a fashionista by heart and no one would have thought that she was born a man. With sharp eyes and tiny nose and olive skin, she was a looker. Grandma Rose had taken Jasmine away from her abusive parents. Jasmine was brought up in a house filled with a lot of backwards thinking people if you know what I mean. And it didn't help jazzy that she started questioning her gender at a very early age. If it weren't for Grandma, I think Jazzy would be a 42-year-old man named Jaswinder with hundreds of children to take care of and a full blown depression over it. She is blunt, rude but hilarious. Her bluntness can not be handled by everyone. Only me and Grandma can deal with this. Jasmine was wearing her normal blue summer gown and was handing towards the living room of the house. I noticed she had all my suitcases. Seems she must have taken them out of the car. "Rose, I am putting Mat's suitcases in her room. I think it will take me a few minutes to dry her stuff. Start tea without me."

Grandma replied quickly walking into the living room, "Okay, but come quickly."

I was still at the entrance. Walking in, I closed the door behind me. It had been very long since the last time I was here. Nothing had changed, all was same. The hallway still had the black and white pictures from a time that people forgot. That sounded less cheesy in my head. The ruby wallpaper was still sticking to the walls of the house. For some reason, it felt warm and ..... homey. Walking down the ruby themed hallway I reached the living room. The living room was humongous. With the fireplace on the left-hand side of the room. The fireplace was decorated with silver intricate angel designs. On the shelf above the fire were photo frames which had a spot of dust near them. The room had no other light source apart from the fireplace. Its light orange glow illuminated the room and everything had a hint of orange on their surface.