We Belong Together

Chapter One

Andrewella's POV

I've been awaken by a dream...

A very very bad dream.

It definitely made me scream.

I can't figure out what I was dreaming about. It's all just a blur. All I remember was a man, crying and drowning himself with several bottles of alcohol he's holding on for awhile. Remembering how deep it was is causing me headache for thinking too much about it. I stepped out of my bed and turned off the fan. I walked out of my room to grab something relieving to drink, and when I came out at this point of the night, our dining area is sitting in deafening silence and filled with complete darkness, that a single whisper would count. It's hard to see but luckily I memorized how to carefully reach for the light switch, I flicked it up to enlighten up my vision. 

I don't even know why I chose not to turn on my own bedroom light, and forgot that it would definitely help shine a ray of light on the outside.

Since, we lived in a not-small-but-not-that-huge-but-enough-for-a-family-to-stay-in house, our home has only two bedrooms inside and an extension behind where the second kitchen was. That extension was occupied by my elder sister, Claudia. Nigel, my elder brother, next to Claudia, you know, before me, occupied the first room next to mine near the dining. While my parents (Eleonor and Joseph) used to sleep in the living room with Rafael, the eldest among us. Yes, we definitely respect privacy that much. We also have a small garage and a backyard where we plant vegetables like cabbages, tomatoes, potatoes, carrots and gingers through seasons.

Our home was my father's. I don't know how he bought this house, but we all know he worked hard for it. Never wonder how he got this, he's such a very hardworking and a loving father to us.

In the dining area, as I'm drinking in a glass with lukewarm water to relieve my headache, I stared at the wall clock realizing it's two more minutes before three in the morning. I hear it ticks, as well as my heartbeat.

I am a bit scared being alone in the kitchen, so I was thinking of sleeping again. After all I haven't completed my eight hours... So, I turned off the kitchen light, and entered my room, turned on the fan, lay down on my bed and try to get sleep, but I know that sleeping would be hard for me now, since I'm fully awaken by the dream and the lukewarm water. I decided to go back to the kitchen and find something to eat. I checked our small refrigerator near the sink. I found chocolate flavored biscuits, four liters of water in different bottles, a bottle of milk and several fruits and vegetables. I took an orange and two limes to make a fruit juice. I squeezed the orange as well as the limes and pour the remaining water from the kettle in the glass. I sat down in front of the dining table. At this point, I am trying to be careful in stirring, trying not to make noise and disturb my parents and Rafael's sleep as they will have a big day later.

Certainly, my parents will be awaken at six in the morning, same as Rafael.

I admire their productivity and value of time.

My parents have to work hard to sustain our needs, especially for our education, which, certainly, they consider the most valuable treasure they could ever give, the one that couldn't be taken away by anyone and anyhow.

I desperately wished to enter school, so I work hard too by helping my parents in their daily work and errands. They always let me help them, for they didn't want me to be alone here in the house, since Claudia and Nigel spent their most of the day in school.

In helping them out, they always tip me, as they call it a "share" for my effort. I never wanted to accept it, 'cause it's the least that I can do, right? But they always insist... Claudia and Nigel didn't have any idea about this. They'll get rid of me if they do, either treat me much worse. Anyway, I have my savings that I keep in my piggy bank. I named him Pig-chard. Okay, just call me crazy for naming a piggy bank, for he has a value to me. He helped me out for almost two years now. I had him since I was twelve, as Dad's birthday gift to me. It has an opening beneath it's body. That I always refuse to remember.

I fell asleep remembering about things of my own. I can't help myself from yawning several times.

 I slept past seven last night.

Maybe too, I drank too much sour today.

*~*~*~*~*

*I was dreaming of myself with a man, guiding me ahead to my bedroom. He opened the door for me and I saw a very huge room with such a beautiful purple wallpaper, an elegant gray carpet, a floor-to-ceiling glass window and a king-size bed with white mattress and soft gray-covered pillows.

"Have a great day, Ma'am. There's an intercom over there just in case you need me." The man pointed me the intercom near the bedroom door. 

"Yes, thank you very much." I said to him and he finally left me as I gave him my signal. 

I inspect the room and it's quite beautiful. I placed myself in front of a big stylish mirror near the bathroom door to freshen myself.

I found myself, still me nothing has changed, still have that long dark brown hair laying on my shoulders, emerald green eyes, small and soft face, moist lips, such a perfect body of some men's dream.

I spun around, maybe twice, admiring my business-y look when I immediately noticed that I grew like ten years older. I was quite a bit shocked in spite of loving the feeling of having this perfect room I've always dreamed of. How I wish living in a mansion with my family, so they would finally have their own rooms of choice.

I didn't know what happened that I was so desperate to take a rest, maybe I've worked ten hours yesterday or had a sleepless night. I checked my alarm clock on the table beside my bed, it's already four in the morning. 

I lied down on and feel the pleasant fragrance of the ambience and the tenderness of the mattress beneath me, and take my time and rest. After all of a sudden, I found myself jumping up and down on my king-size bed, I jumped and jumped and jumped heartily... *

'Til I heard someone saying my name that make me stop.

"Ella, Ella, wake up... Stop jumping!"

I think it was...

It was...

It was...

It's Rafael!

My eyes opened wide and saw my brothers and my sister staring at me angrily.

"You look so awful..." Claudia sarcastically said.

"Yes...very annoying." Nigel added.


I was mortified as my two siblings started laughing at me.

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by: mariehelizabeth (@meiammarieh)