My new family is in one word:okay.
My new father(uncle) is called Blake. He looks like he is in his late 40s. He is about 6'2 tall, broad shoulders, square jawline, short hair with some grey streaks. He looks generally good considering his age. He is a business man with companies all over the country.
My new mother is called Isabelle. She is one of the prettiest people I have ever seen;not that I've had the chance of meeting many people in the first place. She has long curly hair which makes me a little envious considering the bush I have on my head which no matter what hair product I use still ends up looking frizzy. She also has bright green eyes that I can't seem to adjust to looking at them. She is tall and slim with curves in the right places; she looks like a Victoria Secret model. Apparently she is a realtor. I must admit I am a little bit disappointed because it would have been cool to have a model for a mom.
They are immaculately dressed, Blake in a three piece Armani suit while Isabelle is rocking a white chiffon top and a pencil leather skirt paired with some Louboutins. I feel out of place already because they are this perfect family and I'm an ill-fitting piece to their already perfect equation.
They came to pick me up when the doctor discharged me from hospital. They have only one son and have been looking to adopt a girl before I came into picture. They seemed genuinely happy to have me staying with them though I couldn't say that was the case for me. They treated me like a fragile piece of China glassware because the doctor instructed that I should get a lot of rest and not to do any heavy tasks for the next few days. So as they wheel me out of the hospital to the car waiting outside, I can't help but feel relieved to be out of hospital. The change from the sterilized hospital air or the white beddings was quite welcome.
As we get to the car, a black range rover, my uncle helps me out of the wheel chair and places me in the back seat of the car gently. I give him a small smile since I feel tired for some strange reason and he gives me a bigger smile in return. I know it will take some time for me to adjust to having a male figure in my life considering I had no father figure growing up. I thank my lucky stars for at least giving me a place to stay till I can finish school.
The drive to their house is quiet the only sound in the car coming from the soft music playing from the car stereo. We drive to a posh neighborhood and the sight nearly takes my breath away. For someone who used to live in an average neighborhood, the well-manicured lawns and the beautifully crafted Victorian houses were just about enough to keep my eyes hungry for more.
We stop by a gate nearly at the end of the estate and after my uncle punches a code the gates open to let us in. If I thought the houses I'd seen just a few minutes earlier were beautiful then amazing would be the term to describe this monstrosity of a house. With a massive pool to the right, a beautiful marble fountain at the front of the house and a tennis court to the left of the house and that's all I could see from the front of the house. As we pull up to the parking lot, there are not less than ten cars parked there and from what I could see all of them very expensive and sleek sportscars.
The house is a white mansion with massive pillars at the entrance. As I'm wheeled to the house, my eyes dart from the beautiful white leather couches to the massive gold chandeliers at the ceiling, to the beautiful color palletes used to paint this masterpiece.
I am whisked to my bedroom by my uncle as his wife goes to prepare something for me to eat. The room is a beautiful shade of blue with a queen sized bed covered in white covers. It has a huge walk in closet which brings me back to the fact that I did not bring any clothes with me. It also has a personal bathroom. He drops me on the fluffy bed.
"I hope you're comfortable. If you need anything we'll be around." He says as he walks out of the room.
Isabelle pops in five minutes after he left with a tray of food in her arms. She puts it on my dress table. The smell is positively good and I reach out to grab the tray of food.
"Honey, I think you should change from that," she says gesturing to my hospital uniform.
"Uh...I don't have any clothes with me." I reply feeling a blush creeping up my face.
Well this is embarassing.
"Oh my...silly me. I forgot all about it. I'll have my personal shopper get you clothes by tomorrow okay?"
"Thanks." I feel relieved that at least my wardrobe issues have been sorted out.
"You shouldn't thank family. Its my job to take care of you, you know?" she says smiling at me.
She leaves when I finish eating my food taking the tray along with the dirty dishes. I drift off to sleep almost immediately.
When I wake up in the morning, I almost don't recognize where I am. It takes me a while before I can recognize where I am and the pang of pain that hits me is almost gut wrenching. I still lost my mom and my sister but at least I'm not homeless. I grab my clutches which are on the side of the bed and drag myself to the bathroom.
To say that was a difficult bath would be an understatement. It was still painful on my ribs plus with my broken leg it was difficult to balance very well. I walk to my wardrobe to find it full of clothes, most of them with their price tags on. As I check through the clothes to find something to wear, the prices of this clothes shock me reason being the money spent on one dress was enough to feed my family for an entire week. I settle for a free pink sun dress and begin to hop my way downstairs. Unfortunately there were no rooms downstairs so I had to settle for the one nearest to the stairs upstairs. I was beginning to feel the impact of this unfortunate circumstance because it was difficult to balance on the stairs. When I'm almost at the end of the stairs, I miss the last two steps and lose my balance.
Before I can land flat on my face, somebody holds me and helps me to my feet or in my case foot. I find myself staring into beautiful blue eyes. My eyes dart over to his ruffled hair his strong jawline and his prominent nose.
"You should be more careful walking on the stairs," he says finally helping me down the last steps and into the kitchen. Isabelle is cooking what smells like bacon while Blake is reading a newspaper. Our entry gets their attention and they look up to see the both of us enter the kitchen.
"Morning Alex, I see you've already met your cousin Chase."
"Morning Blake. Uh yeah I had some trouble getting down the stairs so he helped me out a bit."
The boy in question has grabbed an apple and is busy eating it. He suddenly notices that all the attention is on him.
"Uh...I know I look awesome but you have to give a guy space when he's enjoying his apple yah know,"
Blake scoffs at this statement while Isabelle just shakes her head.
Cocky guy. I thought I was done with his types. Seems I was wrong.
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Falling In Love
Teen FictionAlex is a typical shy teenager. After surviving an accident in which she looses her entire family, she is forced to move in with her uncle. Kaden has also recently moved to town. He too has his own ghosts of his past. As the two get to know about e...
