Brooklyn (A Paul Lahote Story)

Chapter Five

"Why is it so rainy here...?" I trail off, watching the rain drops battle their way to the bottom of my window.

We left early this morning and, many stops later, we finally made it. At first, I thought we were going to D.C but no, we are moving to Forks, Washington; the rainiest town on earth. Okay, maybe I'm over exaggerating but that's what it feels and seems like.

"Just is.." My dad bluntly replies, causing me to roll my eyes and Skie to bark from the backseat.

He makes a turn, going down a dirt path and I spot a sign saying 'Welcome to La Push'. Okay, weird name...

We continue to drive down the dirt road, the car hitting a few pebbles and sways side to side when it does. I look behind me, seeing Skie just sitting in the back seat with a doggy pad under her, her tongue out and eyes focused on the many trees just outside the window.

Soon, the car comes to a stop and my phone vibrates, telling me that I've received a text. I look down, pulling out my phone as I read the message.

From: Becca     2:05pm

Miss you already ):
Love you, Dani!! <3

I smile softly before quickly replying.

Miss you too! I'll call
you later, k? Love
you too xx

I hit send, turning off my iPhone before looking up and seeing a beautiful house.

It's a two story, Dutch Colonial house which is painted a baby blue color with bricks on the lower half of the house. There's a double dutch door, painted a dark brown stain and a decorative hood over it. Three steps leads up to the small porch and towards the door. It's a cute home but I can't help but wonder why he had to get such a big house.

"Wow.." I say, my eyes still examining the large building.

"Great, isn't it?" My dad asks, excitement in his voice and I look at him, smiling.

"It's perfect. But, dad, it's only the two of us.." I trail off, waiting for my dad to finally realize what I'm saying. We don't need a house, we need an apartment like the one back in Brooklyn.

"I know, but not-" he pauses, his eyes catching the look of something else; someone else.

I look over to my right, seeing an orange, beat up truck parked in the driveway. Three figures leave the vehicle, two girls and one tall, masculine man. One girl has black hair and russet skin, the other has blonde hair and lightly tanned skin. The man, well, he looks like he's on steroids.

"Uh, dad-" I start, slowly turning my head in his direction, my eyes staying focused on the three strangers but he quickly leaves the car, the door slamming behind him and I jump.

I watch as my dad walks quickly over to the small group of people, hugging the blonde. I bunch my eyebrows together, carefully watching as he moves and shakes the other peoples hands.

"Skie, who the hell?" I whisper quietly, confused.

My dad turns around, a huge smile on his face as he waves at me, beckoning me to get out of the car and walk over there. Slowly, I unbuckle my seat belt and open my door, hopping out before letting Skie out.

Skie gets out the car, standing next to me as another two trucks come over and park next to the other truck. What is going on? I squint, not understanding a thing.

"Come on girl.." I say, placing my hand on her back and patting it before walking towards the quickly filled up crowd of people.

"Thanks guys for coming out to help us move the stuff in." I hear my dads voice say as I move my 5'7 figure through the sea of giants, Skie following behind me.

"Uh, dad.." I trip, grabbing his arm to catch my balance as my black converse sneakers get caught by a root.

I quickly fix my sneakers, pulling up my high-waisted skinny jeans with a rip on the right knee and my white sweatshirt with the word "Brooklyn" written on it in black font. The sweatshirt is slightly too big for me but it's nice and warm, comfortable too.

"Dani, I would like you to meet Paige. Paige, this is my daughter Danielle." My father says and I look at him before looking at the gorgeous model with blue eyes, instantly making me feel insecure about my attire. Even more than my clothes.

"Hi." I say nicely, a smile on my face as I extend my hand out to shake hers. Her piercing eyes look me up at down before she looks at my dad.

"I thought you said she was a little girl, Scott." Her sweet, sickening voice says and I internally cringe, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.

"No, sweetie. I said she's my little girl but she isn't so little anymore." My dad answers, his voice sounding strange.

"Oh..." She trails off before looking at me and giving me a fake smile. "Hi, nice to meet you." She says, shaking my hand with her fake nails.

Too bad I can't say the same. "You too." I pull my hand away before examining the sea of people.

"Dani, sweetie, these people are here to help us unpack and move in." My dad finally answers my unasked question.

I slowly nod, patting the grey fur that belongs to my blue eyed husky. "Sounds.." I look around, seeing one other girl and a bunch more guys who look like they're on steroids. "Great.." I drag the word out before looking at my dad, giving him a toothless smile.

My dad just nods, grabbing the fake blondes hand and guiding her towards the U-Haul. Everyone follows except for me. I just turn around and watch them open the trailer, some of the young boys jumping in and start walking out of it, placing boxes down on the dirt ground before jumping back in and repeating the process.

Uh, okay then....

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A/N: Hey guys!

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Until next chapter,
C