Only for Carter

Chapter 2 - The Fun Begins

My eyes flutter open as we pull into a long gravel driveway. The car is quiet and all I can hear is the gravel flicking up and hitting the car. It's so beautiful, the way the palm trees are lined up, to the freshly mowed grass. The driveway feels way to long, but as we hit the hedge at the end, I am filled with complete shock. The house alone is a mansion, there is a 4 door garage to my right and to my left, is a small but big hut with its own little garage. The hut looks bigger than our house back home. Of course dad is rich and living his life, when we could hardly afford food off mums wage. It did become a little easier when me and Carter both got a job at McDonald's. It wasn't the best but at least it got us food on the table. But by the looks of things here, we will probably be getting a four course meal.

The car pulls up next to the White building that is kinda looking more like the White House but a very modern approach. It has the massive porch with a fountain in the middle and white beams helping to hold the black tin roof up. The stairs itself are elegant, the are white and look untouched. There's white and red roses around the building which really surprise me, last time I remember dad didn't like roses at all. Well grandma told me all that, when she actually acknowledged us. Now all we get is a card in the mail with nothing but the original card writing in it. The only way we know it's hers is the way the our details is written on the front.

Everyone else is already making their way up the stairs when I realise I'm still in the car gawking at the view in front me. Reaching my hand forward I pull the car handle and climb out. I take in my surroundings as I make my way towards everyone else. My heart is pounding against my rib cage and my palms are beginning to sweat. Why am I so nervous, I don't care what they think of me. I don't care about them, so why am I starting to freak? The last step feels so short and I wish there was a thousand more. Here I stand face to face with her. The woman that is now trying to replace mum. Why does she get to live a great, happy life with my father, when mum couldn't. What makes her so special, I don't understand. Yeah she's got long blonde hair, a model body and a medium sized rack. But why her? Mum was beautiful, with her beautiful brown eyes, curvy body, short black hair. She was a model in her own world. Even when she started chemo, and started to loose her beautiful locks, she was beautiful. I've never seen her in such a fragile but beautiful state. She still is, but she's shining her beauty in a better place. A place where she is happy. A place with out me.

A cold hand touches my shoulder and I jump in surprise. I really need to stop blacking out. Karen is the only one left out side with me. She is staring at me, which is kinda creeping me out. I don't even know what facial expression she is trying to pull. But then as I finally figure out why she's staring at me with so much discomfort, a tear rolls down my chin and down my neck. How could I have not known I'm crying. This is how I did not want to meet her. I wanted to show her how much I do not care that she has taken mums place. I wanted to show her how nothing gets me and I'm strong. But now all she thinks of me is a troubled girl. Who cries every second of the day.

"Where's my room?" I quickly mumble to Karen.

"Second floor, down the hall and third door to your right. Next to Maddox's room." She replies with a little to much excitement.

"Thank you." I mutter as I slide past her and make my way towards wide double doors. Taking a step inside, I'm mind blown. The entry is beautiful. There is photos placed elegantly across the walls, the floor is white marble without a scratch placed, the stairs are placed on each side of the room leading up to the next floor, in the middle of the ceiling hangs a glass chandelier, which sparkles from the outside sunset. I've never witnessed something so pure and rich in my entire life.

Feeling the presence of someone else, I take off heading for my room. Missing every second step, I reach the top in a matter of seconds. Karen told me to go down the hall. Would help if she told me which one. There are two! How am I meant to find my bedroom now! Looking back and forth, I get this feeling in my gut to go left. What happens if I find something I'm not meant to find. What if I found a play room. Eeewwww... Bloody hell Evelyn to much information. I don't think I will ever be able to read fifty shades again.

After reaching the last room on the left I decide I have gone the wrong way and I've made a fool out of myself. That is until I hear Jeremiah blaring through the last closed door. Guessing it is Maddox's room I go to the door next to his. As I put my hand on the handle the music shuts off and his door swings open. First thing I see is boobs. Either my new step-brother has is a breast or I have just met his girlfriend.
"Who are you?" I tough voice brings me out of my trance. I take my eyes off the blonde girl standing in front of me and look behind her to find a tall dark-haired, brown eyed boy standing there, waiting for a reply.

"My name is Evelyn, who are you?"

"So... your the new step sister. I have been dying to meet you." His voice full of sarcasm, those brown eyes glaring into my soul. I feel as small as an ant. I look at every detail of his body from the small but visible freckles on his nose, to the way his tracksuit pants sit on his hips near perfectly.

"Good to know, is this my room?" I ask with irritation. He nods back before pushing past slapping the blondes ass.

Walking through the plain but elegant white door, I find myself staring at the large bed in front of me, it has to be a king size. It sit's in the middle of the left wall with two white bedside tables, the bed its self, has a massive grey bedhead and is covered in a pastel punk bed spread, with fluffy black, white and pastel pink throw pillows. The walls a soft gray, with framed quotes hanged. The floors covered in what black fluffy carpet, which still has the new smell. The back wall has a massive window seat over looking the front yard. The seat has more fluffy pillows, with small candles resting on the window seal. Walking further into the room, I turn to my right to find a TV placed in the middle of the wall, above a work white desk. The desk has a small lamp and has a white twill tufted desk chair. Everything is so beautiful and elegant.

"We had it all redone just before you got here, we hope you love it." I'm startled by dads voice. Spinning around I see my cheap suitcases getting wheeled in.

"Well its a lot bigger than my room back home, but it's okay." I try to pull a genuine smile but I realize I have failed when dads smile drops.

"Look, Evelyn just give me a chance. You have every right to hate me and I truly get that, but please for the love of god, can we be civil with each other. I have lost you once, and I do not want to lose you again."

"Give you a chance? You have had so many chances to come back into our life's and you chose mum's death. I hate you, and you don't just get that. You possibly cant get that."  Tears pour out of my eyes as I say the last few words, "I don't think I could ever forgive you, or even love you the way you want me too."

Turning away, I go sit down on my new window seat. I stare everywhere and anywhere I can before I feel the presence of my father leave the room. The tears well in my eyes, and I don't bother to wipe them away as they roll slowly down my cheeks imprinting a wet trail. What have I became?