Chapter 5. There is nothing wrong with being different.

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Chapter 5. There’s nothing wrong in being different.

Samantha’s POV

After they showed us to our rooms we headed down to the dining room, nostalgic thoughts ran through my mind as I took in on my surroundings, being here reminded me of a past I kept my whole life running from. The decorations on the house were practically the same, only a few changes were made over the years, the walls from the halls that once were a light peach color were now plain white, photos of the family were hang throughout the walls and the light wooden floor had a big white rug that went all the way though the hall.

Every person were placed to each other’s family, except for my three little vampires that were settled on the first floor, I however, to my surprise was settled across from Damian’s room, my room was huge and very plain also, it had a king sized bed with two bedside tables, a lamp on each, a desk with a simple light on, a big window leading to a small balcony, my own bathroom and a walk in closet or dresser? The decoration of the room was kind of strange though, I don’t remember any room being design like this, it was a combination between dark brown, white, and a dark red color. The walls were dark red, the curtains were dark brown and the bed sheets and pillows were white and dark brown, the couch in front of the bed was that awful dark red color and hanging on the wall in front of it was a big plasma TV.

I let Erica sat there watching TV while I took a quick shower, I let the hot water relax my muscles and thinking of everything that happened moments ago. First of all, I never thought my new family were going to be so warm and welcoming, in a strange way we all looked alike somehow, they guys were hot and the women were beautiful, I was very intrigued they knew from me and I was determined to find out what they knew exactly. Then of course there was the Williams, I hated Ruth and Robert with all my guts, I didn’t trust them one bit, how could I? I will never forgive them for what they did to me and my mother.

But their kids in the other hand… that’s a totally different story. For starters Lindsay didn’t look too much of a threat, not even to a fly, she just looked like spoiled daddy’s little girl, and during the whole fight between her parents and I she just looked between them and me, she looked at them with some disapproving looks often and when regret and understanding when she looked at me though. The same was applied to James, even though he really looked like a total player, you could easily see he had some kind of mood swings also, I didn’t trust him at all, he bullied me every time he got the chance when we were kids, and he still looked like he wouldn’t even give it a second thought if the chance comes along.

Then there is Damian… Damian… crap! Couldn’t fate make it a little more ironic and difficult! I’m supposed to hate the guy! But noooo I had to have stupid fireworks and electrical shocks every time we barely touched! I wasn’t fair! I’m never going to with him! How could I? How could I be with him when his family took everything from us. He was arrogant, cocky and a big jerk! He’s so frustrating! He did look like he meant every single word that came out of his mouth, but I can’t trust him so easily, how do I know he won’t betray me? How do I know he just not interested in using me to his favor? How do I know he won’t… hurt me?

No, I can’t be with him, I’ll stick to my plan giving Dylan a chance, after all he could also be my mate, he is also cocky sometimes but deffinatly more treatable than Damian. With determination a I finally walked out of the shower and started drying my hair, I curled up as usual letting it loose in my back, I got back to my room finding Erica watching some Disney movie and decided to dress in the closet, I quickly took my clothes from my bag and went to change, I had about ten minutes before dinner was served, I put on some white shorts, a strapless light green top and white flats to go with them. I got out and looked at Erica.

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