Why?

Part 1

Alma smiled. Her new neighbours were coming to the door. She wondered how they would react when they see her. Would her former foster mother break into tears and drop the dish and start apologizing, or would she immediately turn around, dragging her son with her. Would she pretend she didn't know her and tell her son not to come near her. Would he become curious and try to get to know her. Or ask how She was related to his mother. Would he get jealous. And oh boy what would Edrick say. Would he try hitting her and force Maria to leave along with their son. Or Start planning on a way to get her to leave.

She couldn't take it anymore and luckily didn't need to. The bells ding dong echoed throughout her house. She slowly opened the door.
Maria's eyes widened and than crinkled. She was young but had bags around her eyes that were starting to water up. Her face had gained a couple of new wrinkles.  Her normally beautiful auburn hair was turning grey. Her son looked up at her than me. And Edrick. He was angry, but tried hiding it.

"Hello Alma, I did not expect to see you here." He spoke
It a tuff rough voice and shifted in his position. His hands white from holding Maria's hand too hard.

"Yes, same too you, but is it really necessary to destroys my dear mothers hand for that." Almas eyes immediately darted to the son out of curiosity. He looked confused and agitated, almost brought a smile to Almas face, and destroying her facade.

"She is not your mother!" Edrick yelled in her face,spite flying from his mouth like a rabid dogs. He dragged Maria down the stairs almost making her fall. The boy however lingered.

Alma reached out her hand for a shake. "I'm Alma what's you name"
Her eyes crinkled as she smiled to him and she step out of her home. The wind blew her fire truck hair into her face. The boy was mesmerized. "Come on don't leave me hanging."

"A-ah yeah sorry, I'm Lars." He spoke in a surprisingly low voice.  As he reached for her hand. Still mesmerized by the girls beauty. Course she was what 16 and he was 12. So that was a big nope. And her hair, he had never seen hair so beautiful. In comparison to his own chestnut hair. But what most caught his attention was her eyes. The left was a hazel colour but the right was a bluish white colour no iris or black outlining. She was blind in the eye. He was about to grab her hand but his step-father yelled at him.

"Don't you dare touch her disgusting hands! Get over here right now!" Alma smiled. And quickly grabbed Lars hand before he could pull it away. You could practically see the smoke coming from Edricks ears. Lars quickly ran down the stairs and back to his mother and Edrick.

He wanted to know what this girl had to do with his mother, and why she called his mother her mother. Was she some next lost sister. Did his mother have an affair. Was she kicked out of the family. But he knew his mother would never tell him. And Edrick . That basterd wasn't even his father and he hurt his mother. Lars has always hated Edrick . He abused his mother and there wasn't anything he could do about it. It just want fair. He kicked rocks as he walked back to his new house. Tomorrow he would start school. He smiled, and wished the school would burn down. Before he went inside to explore his new home.