My Hearts Mind

Prepare for Hell

We sat down in the living room and got to know each other a little better.

Actually, I had been expecting this to turn out to be a total disaster, but so far I was actually really enjoying myself. I just hoped that Daves daughter would be all right.

"Where's your daughter, anyway? I only met Ryan so far." I asked Dave and took a sip from my coke I had taken out of the fridge with Daves permission. He had made a good point, telling me that everything in this house was mine for as long as I lived here.

"She's at a friends house. I didn't want to scare you away on your first day here. Bessy's pretty excited about finally having a sister, you know." He laughed and put an arm around my moms shoulder.

I nodded. The thaught of having a little sister was kind of nice. But also scary.

I had been alone with mom for so long that I couldn't really rember how it felt like to have a real family.

I smiled at them. I had to say, though, Dave looked rather young for his age, even though he was starting to get grey hair. He was still really fit and it looked like he had zero body-fat. Okay, maybe not zero, but you get the picture.

They looked like a real power-couple.

I drew a long breath. "Anything else I should know about, before I start my life here? Except for the fact that I now have a brother and a sister that I didn't know about?"

Mom looked a little guilty at this. "Don't worry about it, mom. I know how hard it has been for you these past couple of years. I'll fit in just fine." I took her hand and smiled at her reassuringly. She smiled and squeezed my hand.

We sat like that for a little while, but the spell was broken when Ryan thundered down the stairs.

"What's this? Playing happy family, are we?" He smiled and that twinkle of amusement was back in his eyes.

"Shut it, Ryan! They're having a special moment, no need to ruin it." Dave said with a laugh and he was right. Ryan had ruined it. The moment was over and Mom and Dave got up and started doing whatever they had been doing before. I didn't really care at this moment. I got up, sighed, glanced at Ryan, who was looking at me with an expression of interest on his face, and brushed past him, up the stairs and into my bedroom.

I quietly closed the door behind me and leaned against it.

What was I doing. I won't fit in 'just fine'. I knew for sure that I was going to stick out like some pimple, like something that wasn't wanted.

I sat down on my bed and looked around the room. My room.

Someone knocked on the door.

I didn't say anything, because I knew that he would come in anyway.

Ryan opened the door and looked at me. He just looked.

Was I really that interesting, that weird?

I sighed. What was I doing, beating myself down before I had even given myself some kind of chance? I wanted to make this work for my mom, for me, for everyone. I didn't want to be the problem child anymore.

For your information, I used to be the worst kid on planet earth, making life for my mom as hard as possible.

I looked back at him and said nothing. we just looked at each other with some kind of interest about new and strange things.

And that's when the frontdoor downstairs opened and a overly cute, shrilly and painfull voice screamed through the whole house: "I'M HOME!"

Ryan cringed at this. "Prepare for hell" he said before running to his own room and locking the door behind him.

If I had been smarter, I would have followed suit, but, sadly, I wasn't.