Loveless Miracle || l.s.

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The drive from Doncaster was horrendous. For the entire two hours, mum had road rage and wasn't pleasant in the least. She has been excited for this move ever since she got the job in Holmes Chapel. I am not excited. I hate change like this, and everywhere I go the people don't like me. but go figure.

When we finally arrived at the house, Lottie was very excited. (My other sisters died in a car accident last year, along with my father.) Lottie and Mum picked their rooms first, and I was happy that they were happy. the house isn't huge, but it isn't small either. It is a beautiful two-story house with red brick exterior. As you enter, the walls are deep red with a beautiful chandelier that dips perfectly from the large ceiling. On the right was the kitchen ad dining room, and on the left was the living room. Straight ahead was a white carpeted staircase that lead to the second floor.

As soon as I walked into the hallway, I was astonished. It was beautiful with it's white carpet in every room, the bathroom was white and tan granite with a white toilet, sink, and bath. Lottie's room was immediately to the right at the top of the staircase, and she was already in packing her things.

"Hey Lou! Don't you just love it here? It's beautiful!" she said excitedly.

"It's different, that's for sure," I said with as must enthusiasm as I could muster.

"Are you okay Lou? You seem off.." she glances at me knowingly.

"I'm fine." I snapped, and immediately felt bad for doing so. "I'm sorry Lottie," I said apologetically.

"It's fine Lou, I know this is hard for you. Change and all." she said with a slight frown on her face.

I just nodded my head and walked out of her room.

I immediately left Lottie's room and went to Mum's. When I walked in, she was sitting on her bed. I knocked on the door as I entered.

"Hey, Mum," I mumbled.

"Hi sweetheart. Come sit?" she asked with a smile on her face. Of course I sat, even though it's hard for me to handle immediate contact.

"Are you okay?" I asked my mother. Her perfect face looked slightly twisted, and her hair looked like as if she had been gripping it with her fingers, a habit she does out of stress.

"Yes, love, I'm fine. It's a new place! I'm just anxious to explore the town. I'm also nervous for you kids at school." she explained. I let out a sigh of relief and frustration. There's nothing I hate more than her worrying about me, for I'm not worth being worried about.

"Why are you worried?"

"I'm a mother, it's what we do hun," she said with a small laugh. Her laugh makes me smile; I've spend the last year comforting her after the accident.

"Go explore the house, and begin to unpack. It's going to take awhile to get your room the way you want it." she said. She really is concerned. She always is.

"I will, Mum, I love you."

"I love you too, Lou."

And as I walk out of the room, I can't help but think that she's lying about loving me, because who could love someone who doesn't love himself?