17 year old Livia Meyer's life changes abruptly on a fateful day in her summer vacation.
Two months later she wakes up disorientated and alone in a hospital room without the most important person by her side: Her Mom.
In spite of it all, after a lo...
My eyes shot open at the sudden movements of someone shaking me. I looked at the hand on my shoulder and sent it a glare.
Luciana finally took her hands off of me and smiled warmly, "You'd find it better to sleep in a bed, right?"
Just when I tried to move my head, a loud and painful crack could be heard. I cringed at the sound and followed after her out of the car. I stretched, cracking a few other parts of my body. But hey, don't look at me like that. First my limbs couldn't move freely an hour in the plane and then in the car drive, where I may or may not have blinked very slowly. For approximately 30 minutes.
David wasn't anywhere in sight though. He must've run out the second we arrived here. How ironic.
I stopped short with my movements when my gaze landed on the house- no, the mansion before us. The driver let us out right before the steps that were leading up to the noble porch. Marble pillars support the weight of the prestigious house, decorated with architectural designs.
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Luciana ignored me gapping like a fish and started helping the driver carry the luggage up the stairs. She opened the door for him and gestured for me to come inside. I hesitantly walked up the stairs and followed after her in my new...home.
The first thing you see is the fancy staircase that reminds me of the one in Beauty and the Beast. The stairs led up to the second floor. From up there you could overview the whole entrance hall, which resembled the size of a ballroom itself. The walls were covered in paintings after paintings. I actually thought I recognized one from Van Gogh but I slapped myself silly for that. As if two successful and high class doctors, living the American Dream, are able to afford something...like that?
The more interior of the house I saw, the more grew my hostility towards David. The apartment my mom and I used to live in only had one bedroom. She insisted that it was my room alone because she thought teenagers needed a private space. Although I countlessly told her that it doesn't matter she never budged from the couch, she slept in. Now seeing the wealth and money David and his new family have always been living in, made me think about what I could have had in a parallel dimension, where my life was picture perfect just like-
"Sofía! Nicolás!" Luciana's yell took me of guard, freeing me out of my thoughts. She waved me over from the doorway of another room down the hall and I quickly followed after her.
I knew that David's new wife had a daughter my age herself. When I was younger, I used to be immensely jealous of her because Sofía had both a mother and a father. My father.
At around 11 I found a letter in my mother's closet -addressed to me- with a picture of a beautiful Hispanic girl, playing with a toddler with bright green eyes and dark hair, who was still wobbly on his feet. I always knew my mom was hiding stuff from me and on that day I finally understood why.
