Hi guys! It's been a little while since my first upload, sorry about that. I had exams and then writer's block decided to take a long visit. But...on the bright side, I seem to have gotten over it. I uploaded a song on the side, feel free to check it out! Also, a picture of Ellie is on the side.
Enjoy! :)
~Dalton's POV~
Two days had gone by, and Ellie and I had packed our entire lives into suitcases and have already boarded our flight to La Guardia National Airport in New York. During the flight, I began to wonder about this so-called Aunt that I knew nothing about. I mean, what if mom and dad didn’t tell me about her because she was literally crazy? What kind of a hellhole are they shipping us off to?!
The flight was short and uneventful, luckily sparing us the camaraderie of paparazzi and further torture from my mental storm. But as Ellie and I made our way towards baggage claim I couldn’t help but drift my thoughts back to what got me into this mess in the first place. I mean, at the time taking the new car for a spin seemed like a great idea. Granted I was a little drunk… But hey, when you’re drunk, many illogical ideas suddenly become logical. But I came out okay, the car… maybe not so much. But all in all considering, not that much damage was done. The car wasn’t completely totaled. We have more than enough money to buy at least 12 new ones in addition to fixing up that one without even putting a dent in the wallet.
The sound of someone clearing their throat caught my attention. I looked down at Ellie’s expectant expression. I lifted an eyebrow in response.
“I think I see Aunt Molly.” She swiveled her head, motioning to a petit brunette woman in her mid thirties standing with a sign that read “Ellie and Dalton”. It wasn’t hard to see the resemblance between her and mom. Mom didn’t talk about her sister much, apparently they had some falling out and now her sister is trying to make amends by taking care of my mother’s “troubled youth”. A.K.A. me.
The lady Ellie and I presumed to be Aunt Molly started waving frantically at us and jumping up and down as if she had pure caffeine running through her veins and couldn’t stand still. Once we reached her she greeted us with a warm smile and practically hugged the air out of my lungs.
“Hi I’m your Aunt Molly, but you guys can just call me Molly!” She smiled as she grabbed Ellie’s suitcase and led us towards her car. “Now the house may be smaller than you’re used to, but it’s got charm. I’m really glad you guys are here! It gets so lonely living by myself.” She paused before continuing, “I should warn you guys, it’s a little chilly outside. The warm part of the day is passed us already and it really cools off at night.” I just shrugged it off though. I mean guys don’t get cold.
The first thing that hit me when we stepped out of the airport was the cool New England air. It was literally like a slap in the face when compared to L.A’s constant heat waves. Molly was right. It was cold. Ellie must have felt it too because she began to shiver. She’s never been one for cooler weather; she’s a summer baby.
Molly’s car was an old Volkswagen Jetta that has definitely seen its fair share tough seasons. The paint was beginning to etch off in some places and it was covered in dirt. My parents are going to hear an earful on sending me to live like this. If her car looks like dirt, I can only imagine what her house looks like, and let me tell you it sure isn’t pretty.
She unlocked the doors with a “click” and then slid into the car. The inside wasn’t too bad actually. Maybe I judged it a bit prematurely. It definitely was nowhere near as nice as my black Maserati though, that just screamed luxury. But this was…quaint. The seats were clean and the soft black material was confortable to sit on, so I suppose the drive won’t be too painful.
Traffic was heavy in the city; the small leg space in Molly’s car really wasn’t helping. My legs grew stiff within a half an hour. After several failed attempts at readjusting myself to get comfortable I gave up and craned my neck to look out the window. The bright lights shone a brilliant array of colors on the dark city streets. The neon signs advertising things from high end clothing stores to family restaurants. As we started to drive out of the city to get on the highway we passed over the Washington Bridge. The classic architecture stood out among the modern buildings of New York City, the lights from the buildings twinkling in the reflecting dark waters of the river below. It all seemed so serine and calm like another world filled with history. It was almost refreshing.
It was never this quiet in LA, cameras were everywhere and people were always shouting over the noises of the traffic. You never even had time to breathe. Everything was weighed down with expectations and shattered hopes and dreams. But the air was different over here. It was less claustrophobic; there was less pressure on you to do what’s expected. It felt like I could just be myself. Maybe I was going to like it here, a nice break from the reality that is my life.
Whoa. Dude, what. Are. You. Saying.
You sound like a girl.
I take it back, the air here must be poisonous. Why would I ever want to stay here? Driving out of the city the woods surrounded us. Like completely surrounded us. I can’t see anything but trees. Damn trees! I liked the lights! Now everything is all dark, and all signs of society are continuously growing smaller and smaller as we keep driving into the dark recesses of the forests. I mean seriously! Who would want to live in a place like this? It’s like living a horror movie, where you’re the victim in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night. Molly and Ellie seemed completely unaffected by this fact, and that only ticked me off more. How can this not bother them? We’re driving into the middle of nowhere! This whole situation is ridiculous and unfair. I just wanted to go back to LA, but secretly I know that there’s nothing to be done about it now. I’ve just got to shut my mouth grind it out.
I must have stewed for another hour or so, because I didn’t even realize that we were at Aunt Molly’s house until she pulled up the driveway and killed the engine. It was too dark to really see her house, but from the outline it looked small. She led us up the steps to the old wooden front porch and unlocked the front door. It let out a load squeak in protest, before fully opening to reveal a small entryway.
“Welcome to my humble abode, young wanderers.” Aunt Molly bowed with great flourish, dipping down as she spoke. Ellie smiled and was the first to step in.
“Oh this place is so cute Molly!” She gushed looking at her surroundings. The small entryway we were in opened into a tiny parlor on the left and what looked to be an art studio on the right. We continued straight down the hallway and it eventually opened up into an open living room on the right set with a Widescreen TV and three chocolate colored couches. The living room was attached to the kitchen. A tiny island dotted the kitchen; which had white cabinets and a sink facing a window. It didn’t scream modern but it definitely wasn’t old fashioned either. After the tour of the house Molly lead us back into the hallway and up the stairs to our respective rooms.
My room here was really small compared to my room back in LA. It was also pretty plain with it’s light blue walls, and bare hardwood floors. The only furniture in the room was the bed on the far wall, a desk by the window, dresser on the opposite wall and closet right next to the dresser. Overall, it seemed empty, lifeless and sort of bland. But I suppose it’s better this way, so I won’t feel bad when I leave at the end of the year. Ellie’s room is just across the hallway from mine. She faces the backyard while I face the empty street.
Ellie, Molly and I said goodnight before separating into our appointed rooms for the night. As soon as the door closed and while I surveyed the room once again one singular thought echoed in my brain.
This is going to be a long year.
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Author's Note:
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Until next time...
-Sam :)
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