(Un)Fortunate

Chapter 7

As I pull myself inside the car, mom kisses me goodbye and tells me there is pizza in the freezer. I have a feeling I wont be seeing much of either of them at home until Caleb is okay. I can't even bring myself to say, or even think the other word. In the car, Max, our cheuffer, starts the conversation.

"So Ellie, how is that arm?" He says. He is in his twenties and has a bit of a British accent.

"Its feeling better, could be worse," I chuckle slightly.

Driving down the highway, I open the pamphlet about broken arms and start reading. A half hour later, I am very well educated about the do's and don'ts about my wrist. It sits on my lap, like a rock. Its heavy and looks like someone colored all over my arm. I decide that I will not let anyone sign it, because I like how clean it looks. The blue is the same color as Caleb's eyes too.

We don't have the same color eyes, mine are gray and his are an electric blue. We have the same mocha tan skin, the same dirty blonde hair, and the same face structure. We are basically the definition of twins. I tried dying my hair blonder, but mom said no because it was cute how me and Caleb matched.

I chuckle slightly at the thought of young Caleb and Ellie, looking so much alike the only way to tell us apart was by looking, well, you know. Our grandma could never tell us apart on the phone either. I sound like Caleb and Caleb sounds like me. As little kids, Brandon used to take us into the woods for adventures and we would wander around, hitting trees with sticks and pretending it was a sword and the tree was a bad guy. It was so much fun back then. I miss it more than anything right now.

As we pull up to the gate in front of our property, I roll down the window to get some fresh air. I look at every detail. Why do I do that? Because I was so close to losing my life, and right now I need to be thankful for what I have.

I peer out the open window at the passing landscape. When you first drive in, you drive through a wooded area. After that, the grounds of my house peek out from between two oak trees. I have been here nearly a year. We moved in 2013 after the paparazzi started looking in our windows. We finally decided on this one because it was big, and my dad liked the rustic feel of it. Plus, it has a security system and fence.

We drive in the circle around a small fountain that gushes water then cascades down a series of rocks. The car stops and Max opens the door and grabs my tiny overnight bag for me. I thank him and slide out of the white range rover, carefully holding my arm in my other hand. When I get out, I walk around the car and to the front door, where Max set my bag. I go through the garage door,  since I don't have my keys. As the garage door opens, I count the cars. There used to be 4. Mine, Caleb's, the Range Rover, and my dad's vintage mustang.

Where Caleb's car used to be is now my car and there is a new car parked in my spot. I walk over to the new car and look inside. It has nice leather seats and the outside is bright red. Who's car is this? I am about to head inside just as the door opens and Brandon comes out with a baseball bat and a slice of pizza in his mouth.

He comes out in the garage, and I hide behind the car. He creeps slowly forward, looking in every corner. I giggle a bit, and blow my cover as he comes racing around the car, baseball bat raised. I scream, as he raises the bat ready to swing.