Suicidal House (boyxboy)

3

I stepped out of the car, my pillow in one arm and my duffel bag slung over the other as I stared at the gloomy house in front of me.

"Another group home, do they seriously not learn?" I muttered as Matt got out of the car, holding an umbrella over both of us. He sighed as we both trudged up to the front of the house, knocking lightly on the door a couple of times.

"Please Eli, try and make this work..."

I rolled my eyes, something I had started doing a lot, as the door swung open revealing a chubby, black woman.

"You must be Eli, come on in! The weathers terrible."

"You don't say," I mumbled, following her into the house as I stared around. It was old, like really old. All the original features were still there, like the patterns carved into the ceilings, the old-fashioned chandelier in the living room along with a marble fireplace and a huge stair case at the bottom of the hall.

"So this is where you'll be living for the next six weeks, along side five other house mates. Speaking of which.." The woman said, sighing as a girl skipped to the top of the stairs.

"Welcome to Suicide House stranger, I'm Neeve."

The girl had tanned skin, not too dark and not too light, her hair was dark at the roots and slowly faded into blonde and her mahogany eyes were framed by her bushy eyebrows. She had a sarcastic smile plastered across her face.

She seemed interesting, exciting even. I had no idea who she was or what she was like but just from her little introduction I knew that we'd get along just fine, she reminded me of how I was when I got placed in my first group home. So when I caught her gaze I gave her a cheeky wink.

"You're down to -5 points today now Neeve, congratulations."

She clapped slowly as she descended down the stairs, walking over as she wrapped her arm around the woman's shoulder. I just watched her, admiring how bold and sarcastic she could be without even talking.

"That's a new record now, isn't it Honey?"

The woman sighed and removed Neeve's arm from her shoulder, simply pointing to the stairs and Neeve walked back up them laughing. The woman, supposedly known as Honey, turned back to face us and smiled.

"Shall I show you to your room?"

***

Honey told Matt that he'd have to stay in the living room, which I was more than happy to hear. She walked me down the hall and down a corridor which lead to a large door.

"So this is your room," She explained, knocking on the door lightly before opening it, "You'll be sharing it with Atticus."

As I peered into the room I saw a skinny boy stretched out on his bed, a chunky book in one hand and the other behind his head. When Honey cleared her throat he slammed his book shut, jumping up as he waltzed over. The boy grinned as he stuck out his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Atticus. Nice to finally have another boy with us."

Raising an eyebrow I shook his hand slowly, confused at how someone could be that happy in a group home.

"Eli," I mumbled.

Honey nudged me forward slightly as Atticus retreated back to his bed. "I'll let you get settled, dinner is in half an hour and I'll show your dad out." She said, giving me an encouraging smile as she started walking away.

"He's not my dad," I called as I walked over to the half of the room that was untouched, the walls were bare and the bed set was just white. I threw my bag in the corner of the room and sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at Atticus to see him staring at me.