My Unplanned Plan

Chapter 3

I was awake for the rest of the trip, making me more anxious to get out of this damn truck. However, I was not looking forward to meeting his online date and her son. The greatest possible outcome is that he doesn't come out of his room and she pays little attention to me. And has wifi.

Two hours later we arrive at their house in Littleton, Colorado, not far from the Rocky Mountains. I practically jump out of the car, even though I have no where to go. I stretch my limbs and am greeted by a warm smile from someone who I assume is Shelly. (My dad's 'girlfriend'.) Their house is a light cream color with a white patio. It was smack dab in the middle of a rich-ass neighborhood. The front yard was the size of my old apartment. The house was three stories tall and looked quite welcoming, which is the opposite of what I thought it would be. Shelly led us inside after we exchanged hellos and showed me to my room first. Maybe she assumed I would be spending all my time in there, or my father told her. I was kind of hoping for a tour of the house, but I suppose I could figure everything out on my own, because some sex god was standing right in front of me.

"You must be Alice? I don't recon ever seeing your face or a picture of you online," he says with a smirk, "I'm Andy." His hand was extended out for a handshake, which I hesitantly accepted.

"Nice to meet you? Our parents' situation is not that normal in my opinion," I was hoping to get a smile out of him but he just frowns.

"You aren't the first she's sucked in to living with us," and with that he walked away.

I enter my room and I see it's painted a dark black with navy blue blinds on the windows. Once again, I suspect another suggestion from my dad. There was a bunk bed in the corner with a desk as the bottom. It was quite a nice look to the room, considering all the furniture was black. A dresser, couch, and tv were all fitted into this room. If there was a fridge I would say this was a hotel room! Two other doors led to a walk in closet and a bathroom the size of my old room back home. My thoughts were interrupted with Andy walking in with a knife.

"What are you doing with that?!" I was quite scared, since I seemed to have pissed him off a few minutes ago.

"What do you think?" Andy replies with a smug smile, and that's when I know he's playing.

"Well, if you are to murder me, I would be completely fine with that, but considering that smile, I'm thinking that's not it."

"Correct! A little birdie told me you have dreams. Dreams of which make you depressed, and along with the move, I figured you might want this."

Why would I want that? Oh, I hope he's not thinking what I think he is.

"No, Andy, I'm not emo nor am I depressed, I'm not sure why my dad thinks I am, but I'm not."

"Your second Facebook account says otherwise?"

"Uh, stalker much? Get out," I was done with this pointless and triggering conversation, "and leave the knife." I might need it for later. Once he left, I stuck it in one of the draws in my dresser and covered it up with some clothing items. After unpacking most of my stuff, I realized that the moving truck contained neither my bed, nor my desk. Some personal belongings and memorabilia was missing too. When confronted, my dad simply stated he sold it. Son of a bitch...

Later that night, I was browsing Youtube on my new computer when there was laughter coming from the next room over. The room which Andy had claimed as his long before I came along. I decide to ignore it and just turn up the volume on my headphones. I could still hear it, loud as a concert with angry Justin Bieber fangirls. I've had enough and go to tell him to shut up, but I walk in on something my innocent eyes weren't prepared for.