Devil & The Angel

Chapter 13: my house

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The drive home felt longer than ever. We surpassed the colourful buildings that formed this town, I sighed. I had lived here for years yet I barely knew it. We were almost home. I could make out the beginning of my drive, it was long and gravelly.

'Here. Slow down. It's the one with the metal gates.'  I could feel her tense up, maybe it was a twinge of jealousy.

She pulled up alongside the gates and pressed the intercom for us to be let through. The black metal opened up, beckoning us through. I felt a strange sensation, I brushed it off. As we approached the house I noticed that my parents were home. Probably eager to meet Phoebe. The rest of the girls had called and said that they were just going to get ready at their own houses as it was easier for them.

We slowed down and pulled up. Phoebe glanced up at my Victorian brick house. She appeared nervous. She reached for her bags and dress that were chucked gracefully along her back seat.

'I can't wait to meet your parents Georg, your house is amazing. I never knew you lived in a place like this!' She jumped, excitedly.

Phoebes P.O.V

I stared up towards the house, taking in something far from whatever my imagination could conjure up. The structure was remarkable; never had I seen anything like it. Her gardens overflowed with beautiful things- flowers, vegetables, trees; while honeysuckle draped up the brick wall of her home. I could smell the flowers luring me in, making my nose crinkle at the very thought. Arrays of hedge topiary made its way around the house, portraying a symmetrical pattern.

I was filled with a sort of envy- this much was obvious. My life was the exact opposite of how she lived, it was a wonder people were afraid of me. I was tough- I looked it, too. Coming across as nasty was never what I intended, but I found that the walls I built around myself were necessary. It was easier; just block everything out, as much as I did not want to.

The worst of it is, is that my mother doesn't like me. My family sided with her on the topic. I never felt like I belonged the way my sister did. She has a bond with my mother that I would never have.

My father doesn't live with us anymore. He was sentenced to prison for drug abuse. His absence left me in isolation. He and I connected, though I could never compare to the sense of fulfillment drugs gave him. It used to anger me. I cried for months after he was charged.

How could he risk his whole life, just for pills?

Was I never enough?

How could he abandon me like that?
I couldn't tell Georgie this, she wouldn't understand. Georgie was the only girl I have ever felt like I connected with, it was peculiar. It felt like we were supposed to meet. Maybe it was fate.

Back to normal p.o.v

I collected my things from Phoebe's car and we walked towards the front door, I twisted the golden door knob and opened the large wooden door. We walked through the hallway and heard the chattering from my parents, they sounded happy, I relaxed.
We entered the room and took in the lovely smell coming from my mothers cooking, she was so good. When she was younger she lived in Thailand for a few years and learned the culture and cuisine, therefore she was now able to cook authentic food. It was great.

My parents turned around to greet me, my mother's eyes rested on Phoebe. She gasped and there was a shatter of glass all over the tile floor.