Your POV
I watched the houses go by as we continued driving.
"We're almost there," Patricia told me, sending me a small smile.
I nodded at her, wanting nothing more than to get out of this car and lay down in a real bed.
I was snapped out of my trance when I realized Jerry and Patricia were getting out of the now parked car.
Jerry grabbed my things from the back and began to walk into the house as I slowly got out and followed Patricia.
"Mom?" I heard someone call out right before a short guy walked around the corner. "Oh. You must be Y/n?" He asked me, to which I only nodded.
"I'm Brandon. I'm technically your cousin, but I guess kinda brothers now," he laughed out. I smiled a half smile at him, twisting the ring on my right hand to keep myself calm.
"Not a talker?" He asked.
"Not really," I mumbled, watching as Jerry came back to join us.
"Well that's new. Let us know if we're talking too much," he said, patting my shoulder before walking past me.
"C'mon, I'll show you your room," Patricia said, taking my hand to lead me to my room.
Soon enough we were in what looked like a guest bedroom they had converted to my room.
"Here we are. You can hang up some stuff and make it your own. You have a half bath to yourself right there along with a closet," she said, pointing to the two doors in the room.
"Get some sleep. We'll leave you alone for now," she told me, hugging me tightly before leaving the room.
I looked to see Jerry and placed all my bags on the floor.
I groaned and sat down on the bed, resting my face in my hands. This is gonna take some getting used to.
I laid back, turning on my side and seeing a picture frame of the family sitting next to the lamp on the side table. There were four people in the picture. I recognized Patricia, Jerry, and Brandon, but squinted when I didn't recognize the other girl. They have a daughter?
I decided to save my questions for another time, opting to try and get some sleep at the moment, even though I knew I probably wasn't going to get any.
~•~•~
I woke up when I heard the door open to my room.
"Sorry, bubba," my aunt told me when she saw she had woken me up. "I was going to see if you were awake. Dinner is ready if you're hungry. If not you can go back to sleep, but you must be hungry after traveling all day."
I rubbed my eyes, contemplating whether or not I wanted to get up. I nodded at her and sat up to go eat some dinner. She smiled and left the room, silently letting me know to follow, which I did.
I followed her into the kitchen where Jerry was already sitting at the table eating. He looked up and smiled at me as I looked around for Brandon.
"He left earlier," Patricia said, answering my unasked question as she served me a plate. " He doesn't live with us. He moved out about a year ago."
"How old is he?" I asked. Patricia seemed surprised that I actually spoke but recovered quickly to answer.
"He's 24," she told me, handing me a plate of food before moving on the serve herself.
I went sit down with my plate of food and started eating, finally realizing how hungry I actually was.
"So, you graduated last spring?" Jerry spoke up, raising his eyebrows at me.
"Uhh..." I stumbled on my words. "Yes, sir."
"You don't have to be nervous, Y/n. We're your family," he said, resting a comforting hand on my shoulder. I just nodded, looking back down at my plate as he retracted his hand.
"Are you looking to go to college?" He asked me as he continued to eat.
"I don't know anymore..." I trailed off, making it obvious that I didn't want to answer any more questions. Patricia and Jerry both looked at me with sympathetic eyes. I hate when people give me that look.
"Who's the girl in the family photo on my bedside table?" I asked them, my curiosity taking over.
"Who? Ally? That's our daughter. She's coming home in a few days and she'll be around for a week or so. You can meet her then. She's going to love you. We already told her about you and she's excited to meet you," my aunt told me.
Suddenly I was nervous. What was she going to be like? She looked nice in the photo, but can you really judge someone based on a photo?
"Oh," I answered, not knowing what else to say in this situation.
"I think you two are going to get along," my uncle told me with a laugh. "Although, she does talk a hell of a lot more than you."
I smiled a genuine smile for the first time in days.
"I'm excited to meet her."
