Chapter 1 of stories i wrote besides the living dead

The Stranger she helped the difference she made

Chapter1

        My house is huge for just me; It is a two story with a basement that could be another house. I am even thinking of renting it out to someone. The house is simple the door way is right in front of the stairs and to the right the living room with a reading nook that has a window around it so it makes you feel as if your outside reading. Then there is a hallway that leads to the Garage, the storage area, the bathroom, play room, a bedroom kitchen, and dining room and the dining room has a door to go into the back yard. The upstairs has a craft room, master bedroom with a bathroom and a walk in closet, a room made as a nursery next to the masters, two bathrooms, and seven bedrooms. Each room has a balcony with it making it like a fairytale.

     I always feel more lonely because of how big the house is and how empty it is. I always wanted a house full of pattering feet from family members doing a regular routine. I have a boyfriend, but he always seems to be every where else and I feel like he would rather not be with me at times. I decided that No matter how he feels about it I wanted a family and what better way then adopting from an orphanage? Especially when your boyfriend does not seem as though he was ever going to get serious with you. Andrew is a nice guy and sweet, but he is distant. Sometimes I do not get why I am even with him or why he even wanted to be with me.

        I let out a small sigh before standing up from my chestnut vintage vanity. I always liked the old vintage type stuff; I guess it is because my father loved it. He always said it made him feel like we were home. For me it was not only that it was that it reminds me of him and gives me a sense of calmness that I need. Truth be told it makes me feel like he is still here with me.

       My father was everything to me. He always made sure That I was taken care of and happy. He even tried to make sure he made memories to last over a lifetime with me. He taught me a lot and honestly I am glad I had him to love and care for me. I can remember how we used to cook dinner handmade and he would start a small food fight sometimes. He also never gave up on me no matter how troublesome I became; He would just give me a comforting hug and tell me everything will be okay.

      I smiled looking at my vanity where the frame was that held the photo of my father. I will do good by you dad I promise. I went next door to the nursery room my father used for me that still had my crib with a blanket draped over the side, a red wooden rocking chair next to it, and a reading nook in the corner. The room is hardly touched anymore, so everything was draped with dust mites. The room has not been used since I was a baby. It is possibly the same with every one of these rooms.

       I spent the next eight hours cleaning each of the rooms before walking downstairs to the kitchen. I heated up the stove top to make mac and cheese. Once I was done I began to eat at the dining table when the door bell rang.  I stopped before walking over to the door seeing Andrew. He was handsome with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and he is 5'7 in height. He is holding a pink teddy bear in his hand and smiling at me.

"What brings you here, babe?" I ask softly.

"Well I figured that maybe I can watch dead pool, cuddle and maybe have some pizza that I brought with me?" He spoke confidently.

"Sure come on in" I softly tell him while moving out of the way.

    I shut the door gently behind him knowing exactly how this will go. I hate dead pool with a passion but he loves it and we always watch It when he is here. This always reminds me to ask myself why have I yet broke it off with him? I got the paper plates and drinks before sitting down with him. After we ate and it was half way through the movie Andrew fell asleep as usual. I sighed wishing for some kind of good reprieve. Just as soon as I thought that my phone buzzed a few times, so I looked at realizing that I got three messages.