Reaching for the Moon {Revamping}

Chapter Two: Thriving On Impulses

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Chapter Two: Thriving on Impulses

I got to the terminal for private planes after asking around to see if anyone knew where it was. I sat and waited for Dad to show, though he seemed to be running late. A man did show up, intoducing himself as, Mr. Delattre my Dad's business partner.

"You're father's been detained with work and is staying at the hotel for another few hours. He will be taking a normal flight home," he told me. "We on the other hand are taking the private plane back." I nodded and followed him onto the plane.

"Here's Chris's address and some money for the cab," He handed me a piece of paper and some cash when we landed.

~*~

I clutched the address in my sweaty palm and my bag with my few worldly belongings was next to me, at the top of Golden Arbor Road (Private Drive). The taxi pulled away from behind me and I stared down the long driveway. A decent sized gray, stone house stood proudly at the top of the drive. I picked up my bag and made my way down the long drive. I stood in front of the house and touched my locket. I rang the bell, nervously bouncing, I waited for someone to open the door. A woman, probably in her fifties, opened the door.

“Is this Mr. Christian Sommer's house?” I asked feeling suddenly shy. Which was totally unlike me, I thrived on impulse.

“Yes it is, would you like to wait for him in the parlor? He should be home soon.” She asked. He has a parlor?! Who has parlors anymore?

"Sure," I followed her into the "parlor". The walls were a pretty beige color and the furniture a bright white. The thing that stood out to me the most was the white grand piano in the corner. The woman left me alone in the room and I cautiously walked over to the piano. Lifting the lid, the keys looked as though they'd never been touched. After glancing at the door I sat on the bench and just looked at the keys for a minute. Then I played the opening notes of Kiss the Rain. I never noticed the doors open as I played, getting so engrossed in the music. I played the final notes when I heard clapping from behind me. I froze and knew I shouldn't have done this. I quietly closed the lid and pushed in the bench.

"I'm sor-" I didn't look at the person.

"Don't apologize, it was beautiful playing," he said. "So have you seen your room yet?"

"No, she told me to wait in the parlor," I said. Dad snorted and shook his head,

"Come on, I'll take you upstairs," he began to ascend the stairs. I was starting to hate stairs as we passed the second floor and began to go to the third.

"Well, this house is pretty empty, it's only me, Patience, and your Aunt. So your room will be the second door on the left. The first is your bathroom and there's a door from your room too. You're sure you want to stay with me, though?"

"I have no other place to stay," After all, I ran away after making up my mind on the impulse to come back with Dad,I thought.

"We can send for your other belongings, if you want."

"I don't have any others," I looked at the floor in embarrassment. Everything I had was with me.

"It's fine," he smiled. "I trust that you can walk fifteen feet to your door?" I grinned at him and nodded. He turned and started back down the stairs.

I opened the door cautiously and the sight before me was nothing like I'd ever imagined. A huge bedroom with an enourmous window complete with drapes and window seat that matched the bed's comforter, the door to the bathroom, I surmised, another door, and a mahongany queen sized bed with a light blue down comforter. Next to it was a mahogany nightstand with an alarm clock and a lamp. In the corner there was a matching desk with a chair whose cushin was like the one on the window seat and in another, a bookshelf filled with the classics and some of the newer books. In astonished glee I set down my bag to explore the room. I flung open the door to see a huge walk in closet filled to the brim with clothing fit for a debutante.

“I-I can't take a room like this!” I whispered to myself. "It's so nice." I walked over to the bed and sank into the beautiful cover.This is a bed I willneverbe able to get out of in the morning, I thought.

I was too afraid to touch anything, as if things would break or dirty instantly at my touch because I wasn't good enough for them, when I walked back out of my room into the hallway. What is wrong with you, Piper? I scolded myself. You aren't going to break anything.

~*~

I sat at the dinner table, the silence almost awkward. Dad, started to eat his salad and seemed to remember something. He pointedly looked at me.

“I have the DNA test scheduled for tomorrow. If you are or are not my daughter, which I’m assuming you are, you’ll be registered at Wickford Prep. It’s the best school in Maine and it’s local.”

“Okay,” I shrugged. Rich kids, that would be different. A woman flew through the door, a man in tow, all suited up in coats and hats.

“Sorry we're late! We got stuck at the airport with bad weather!" The woman exclaimed.

"You're never on time Rachel, don't apologize. Take off your coats and hats and sit down!" Dad ordered. The woman seemed to notice me for the first time.

"Chris? Who's this?" she asked.

"This is my daughter Piper, Piper that's my sister Rachel and her husband Nate," he did intorductions and Patience appeared, taking their hats and coats. Since it was early November, in Rhode Island, it was defintely coat and hat weather.

"So, on a different note, the appointment is at 8:30 am. Just make sure that you're up and ready to go by eight," he finished up his salad just as they sat down. He began to dish out the main meal: Teriyakichicken and baked potatoes. Needless to say it was the best dinner I'd had since I'd been put into foster care.

~*~

Later, I snuggled under the covers with the only book I owned, Pride and Prejudice. It was well worn and a christmas present from a foster family because they didn't know what else to get me. All I heard outside was the waves from the bay crashing nearby and the rain pittter-pattering on the roof. Just as I settled into my book and began to get drowsy a motorcycle roared down the street scaring me. It really didn't seem to be something that would be common here. I'd ask Dad in the morning if a lot of people owned them around here. If they did, I guess I'd be investing in a pair of ear plugs. There was a knock on my door and Dad poked his head in.

"You still awake?" he asked.

"Yeah, come on in," I nodded.

"I just wanted to ask you a few things about your mother. Was there anyone else after me?"

“She never had anyone else, she always pined after you,” I told him. He looked pained.

“Did she ever look for me?” he asked. I nodded,

“For years. And then one day she just stopped, I think she finally found you and she was going to take me to see you, let you know I existed because I found plane tickets to Maine a few years ago in the box of trinkets of hers, that they let me keep. But then, she went out to get ice cream and never came home. A drunk driver hit her car.”

“D-did she feel pain?” he looked so upset that I had trouble keeping my own emotions in check. I always got emotional when I talked about Mom.

“No, they said that she died instantly,” I wiped a stray tear away from my cheek. It just wasn't fair; Mom was a good person, she didn't deserve to die.

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