Mystery Pendant

Chapter 1

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"Oxfordshire retirement home", I read out as I approached the silver rusty gates in which I knew I would  be entering pretty soon.

I sighed again for what seemed like the umpteenth time today as I crossed the gates, into the vast yard where old people of different races roamed either on a wheel chair, crutches or they were sporting a hump which made them bend a little.

Today was one of the few days I had to come and visit my grandpa without my step father ever finding out. After my real father died from a fatal accident, mum got married to Tom because she 'needed' to forget the memories of my dad.

I was just five when dad kicked the bucket. Mum was pretty wrecked about it, and it got kinda worse whenever she saw me. She told me I looked way to much like him and looking at my face made her remember.

My grandpa took me away from her to lessen her 'pain' while she went for therapy, where she met Tom, and then, after a couple of years, my grandpa became too old to look out for me. I was almost sixteen when he had to go to the retirement home, and since I wasn't an adult, my mother had to take me in again. Things where a little awkward between my mum and I at first but we learnt to tolerate each other.

I stayed with her and her husband and my new little brother, Jeremy, whom she never cared to tell me existed until I moved in. My stay in Tom 's house involved always avoiding direct contact with anyone more than necessary and finding solace in spending most of my time in my room, when I wasn't in school.

After some weeks of living in my mum's new house, I requested to go see my grandpa. Mum was against me going to see him, spouting some crap about him not being part of the family, and, that was when I snapped.

All those years of feeling my mother never loved me, all those years of blaming myself for my dad's death, all the pain and anger finally made me loose it. I said a couple of things... Well, more like screamed how my mother, no, 'SUSAN', was being a first class bitch and a whole lot of colourful words which included her being a slut and more. Tom heard the commotion and came to his beloved wife's rescue, hitting the hell outta me for insulting his wife while he reminded me who I was, a fucking beggar with no where to go.

Mum.... No, Susan watched him hit and bad talk me and my dad without doing anything, only watching. When he was done, he told me never to go see my wimp of a grandpa and never upset 'Susan' or go close to 'Jeremy'.
After that day, I couldn't tell them anything anymore and my 'mother' couldn't even look me in the eye properly. I deviced a plan in order to see my grandpa. I signed up for an extra curriculum class for art on Saturdays. Susan was okay with it and Tom didn't care as long as it made me be in his house less. So, once a month, on those Saturdays, I go to Oxfordshire retirement home instead of my art classes.

I shook my head clearing it from unwanted thoughts and memories as I walked across the yard and into the huge white building, going straight to the receptionist. I greeted her with the best smile I could muster in this place. Its not like I have a problem with being surrounded by so many old people... Its just..... The building was suffocatingly white and smelt like death, antiseptics and drugs.

"Good day Mrs G. How's the work going today?"

"well if it isn't the chatter box herself! don't strain yourself honey, I know how you hate this place... You can stop smiling" the receptionist, Mrs Garfield responded  sarcastically as she chuckled slightly, bringing out the visitors book for me to sign in.

Mrs Garfield was probably in her mid sixties or so. I could clearly see some parts of her raven black hair having grey strands, coupled with some wrinkles her and there.
"You know Mrs G, it wouldn't kill the management to add a colour or two around here, It would help my grandpa a whole lot ya know?" I said with a real smile this time as I wrote my name and contact number in the book, along side the 'patient' I came to see.
"Maybe you should try telling them yourself aye?"
"Pfffft , me? I couldn't bring out the pole that's stuck up their ass even if I tried" I said laughing along side with Mrs Garfield as she took the book from me and kept it back in the cupboard she took it from.
"You're gonna get hit on the head 'cuz of that pretty little mouth of yours pretty soon Tee, go on, he's probably expecting you" Mrs G said with a dismissive smile.

"Ha ha ha Mrs G, I'm going, it's not my fault if I'm so truthful" I said gleefully. I really liked Mrs G.
I headed to the ward I knew my grandpa would be in with a huge grin plastered on my face. I couldn't wait to see my family. My 'real' family.
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Author's note : This is what I could come up with for the first chapter.... I know it's not as good as those other stories but, preeeety please lemme know what you think? Thank you.
Soniaz_Anubis