Bruises

Chapter Two

       I had only been sitting in the car for what seemed like five minutes before the guy that said his name was Travis tried starting a conversation with me.

      " So...are you like a cousin of the Richards or something?" he asked.

     I lifted my gaze from where they had been on my knees and look at the review mirror, I see that he was looking at me through the review mirror and once I caught him he looked away immediately.

        "Sorry..." he mumbled, "I know it none of my businesses. I was just trying to make conver-"

        "Actually I'm their daughter." I interrupt him.

        "Really!?" he seems surprised.

        "What is that suppose to mean?" I ask a bit too harshly without meaning to. I dont let his comment get to me. I remember when I was a little girl and my family and i would go to parties people would always look surprised when my mother and father would tell them that I was their daughter. I didn't really look like any of them. Both my mother and father had thick blond hair, while my mom had greenish blue eyes my dad had  brown ones. My older sister was like a perfect combination of them getting their best facial and physical features. She got my moms beautiful blond locks and my dads big brown  eyes with his thick eyelashes.

           The only part that could help one tell that I came from them were that I had my mothers eyes, other than that I had dark olive skin and long brown hair that always stood out whenever I was next to them. People in my family never suspected my odd appearance from them because my grandfather had been a skin color similar to mine and hair also like mine. So I got my genetic combination from my dads side of the family.

      "I'm sorry not to be mean but...you dont really look like them" Travis says breaking me from my train of thought.

     "Never said I did"

   He stops talking and keeps on driving, I can't help but smile at how awkward I made it.

     A few min pass and he starts to speak again.

   " Hey let's start over...ya?"

  I roll my eyes and mumble sarcastically, "Sure."

    "So I know I already told you my name...but we are starting over..so..who's Travis?" he laughs as if that's the most funniest joke in the world,"Well I'm Travis and I am your moms chauffer. Its not the most glamorous job in the world but they do pay really good...and what else? Well I'm 21-"

      "How long is this ride?" I interrupt. I flinch and how rude that sounds. It seems that Stephanie was a big influence in how I act. I dont mean to be rude but I did just get out of a hospital I had been stuck in for 9 years and I dont feel like making conversation with a guy that seems too perky for his mental health.

     "Four hours or so.." he replies and keeps on talking," Well like I was saying I'm 21 and this was only suppose to be a summers job but then it got so good that I decided to stay full time." he finishes with a sly smile. I could tell there was a hidden meaning behind that but I dont question anything about it.

      "So what about you?" he asks turning around slowly.

     "Well.."I start off " I've been stuck in a mental institution for 9 years since the age of six because my mom was too much of a bitch to actually try to work on my problems at home. And it has been a big fat turd in there, and now when I finally do get out I have to go back to my crappy family, but too top it all off there is a really annoying guy trying too start a conversation with me when he knows damn well that I dont want one.."I slouch back on the leather seats and move my hair out of my eyes.

       He frowns slightly but keeps on driving finally staying quiet.

   An hour seems to pass before I finally feel bad enough to tell him sorry.

    "Look I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude its just I dont really feel like making conversation right now..its not you..kinda."

     He stays silent for a while before responding, " Its OK people say I do tend to get annoying and you must be really tired..dont worry we will be at your house in 3 or 4 hours." he says with a smile.

      I dont know how right he is until my eyes start getting heavy and the last thing I see is him turning to look at me before my eyes close fully.

           

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          The movement of the car closely stopping  wakes me up from my slumber. I turn towards the window and am surprised at the house that appears right outside of it or should i say mansion.

         " Well we're here.." Travis slowly says while stretching his arms over his head.

        "This is not my house." I say while still staring at the house.

        "Well this is where the Richards have been living for 7 years now....oh yea you were probably at the that place before they moved."

    "Yea probably" I mumble while moving to open the car door.

    " No let me." Travis rushes his words as he gets out of the car and goes around the car to open the door for me.

     "Thanks."

     "No problem...I dont get paid to just talk, you know?"

     "Hmm, I would have thought so." I smile at the end so he doesn't take it seriously.

      He frowns slightly but then once sees that I am kidding smiles.

      He continues talking but I zone out too busy staring at the mansion. Its beautiful but not somewhere I could picture when dreaming of coming home. Everything around the house was white even down to the white marble floor that was put outside. I can't help but be reminded of the hospital when looking at the house.

         "Melanie?" Travis ask taking me out of my thoughts.

       "Sorry what?" I ask looking at him.

     "Well did you bring anything with you so I can-"

    "No I didn't bring anything....I  went in with nothing and I came out with nothing."

        He looks at me for a while bit then continues walking towards the house, me following closely behind.

       "Well this is it." he slowly says while turning the knob of the door.

      The first thing I hear when he opens the door is loud screaming coming from the other side.

      "BITCH!"