Note To Self: Do Not Commit Suicide [On Hold]

Note to self: Do not attempt to commit suicide again [12]

Note to self: Do not attempt to commit suicide again

Recap:

"In a few months, there's this girl right. Let's call her Anne. Well in a few months Anne is going to turn 18 and when she does, this house is hers. Apparently Anne had inherited the house when her parents died but she wasn't able to have it until she's the legal age. My parents and I have been living here ever since because my dad was friends with Anne's dad and we were supposed to look after the house for Anne," he explained. Oh no, this wasn't good. This story sounded awfully familiar.

"I think I know who 'Anne' is..." I began softly.

"Who?"

"Me."

- Chapter 12

"What?" Dave asked in disbelief. I don't blame him for sounding so shocked, heck I was probably more shocked than he was.

"Yeah..." I didn't know what else to say. I mean what could I say? I was the person that was going to take over Dave's house, the house that he grew up in. My head started to hurt which meant that I was getting a headache. I slowly rested my head on the steering wheel and my eyes were looking at my shoes.

I wasn't a hundred percent sure but I was quite confident that I was right. We stayed silent for a few minutes. The butler came out of the house and saw that we were still inside the car.

He opened the door for me and said politely, "Good afternoon madam." I didn't move because I was shocked to the fact that I was almost frozen. My eyes were still at my shoes. Mr. Butler, I didn't know his name, cleared his throat, causing me to wake up from my frozenness.

"Thanks," I mumbled quietly while getting out of Dave's car. I was still in complete shock and confusion.

Mr. Butler then went to the other side of the car and opened the passenger's seat door for Dave.

"Thank you George." Ah, Mr. Butler's name was George.

Dave walked to my side and whispered something into my ear so that George couldn't hear. "We'll continue this conversation later."

I nodded stiffly. That was going to be one awkward conversation, something that I really wanted to avoid it but I knew that there was no way I could get out of it.

Dave's mansion was beyond my imagination. Everything about it was... perfect. A little part of me was happy that this might be my house in a few months.

Dave gave me a quick tour of the mansion. It took him one whole hour to show me everything. This place had two Olympic sized swimming pools (one indoor and one outdoor) which both have their own slide, tennis courts, fully equipped media room, game room and gymnasium. There was a grand staircase which leads into the private master residence consisting of an opulent lounge and living area. According to Dave, the mansion had the best sea views and the most spectacular sunsets which he was going to show me one day.

We were now sitting in one of the lounge rooms, on the comfy couch. Dave had one arm around my shoulders.

"Hey Dave, I just realised something."

"Hmm?" He mumbled.

"Well, how come I haven't seen your room yet?" I asked.

Before Dave could reply, a woman came up to us. She was wearing a white blouse and a black pencil skirt, very businesslike. She appeared to be in her early thirties. I looked at Dave and then back at her. They both shared the same mesmerizing brown eyes. She was blonde but I could tell that she wasn't a natural blonde because I could see her re-growth. She was quite short but overall extremely pretty.