Maybe, There is a Happy Ending

Chapter Six

Veronica's POV

We finally get home and waddle our ways up to our bedrooms to put our shopping away. Before going up we bump into Marie, who was currently in the kitchen. We got to our rooms and put all our shopping away in our closets. My closet now had a lot more clothes it and it now looked like a nice, full closet, not empty.

With less than half an hour until dinner, I decided to have a shower because shopping has made me feel all sweaty and gross. I call out to Sam, telling her to not come into the bathroom and I turn the shower on when I hear faint 'okay'.

I step in the shower and although I have been here for nearly a month, I am still shocked at how big the shower, the bathroom itself actually, is. Back in New York, the bathroom wasn't even this size. My own bedroom was even smaller than this bathroom. And no, I'm not exaggerating.

You see, when Alilah was still alive, my dad had a good running business. It wasn't a popular business, but it was still successful. My parents had the opportunity to have a big house like the Hudson's home, but my parents didn't want to seem like rich, snobby, pricks. They bought a regular town house and saved their money.

I remember Dad telling myself and Alilah that when we turned eighteen, he was going to give us a quarter of the money to have, so we could buy a house, car and other needs. He would teach us how to be independent and not rely on any one because anytime, they could just up and leave. He wanted us to move out when we were legal, not to get rid of us, but to give us some freedom, to learn how to do tasks on our own.

That all changed when Alilah passed away. Dad sold his business to someone else and didn't bother looking for another job, that's the same with mum. Alilah's saved money was spent on the funeral and because my parents had blamed me, my money was now their money. They used most of it for drugs and alcohol. They would still buy me food and let me stay in the house, but they had never again treated me like their child.

I washed my body and my hair then stepped back out of the shower. I dried myself off and walk back to my closet for some clothes. I decided to wear a pair of sports leggings and a maroon tank top that I bought today. On the front, the top reads 'I'm cooler on Instagram.' With twenty minutes to spare, I went over to Sam's room to see her putting away her new make-up.

"Hey, Sam, can you please do my hair in two braids?" I asked her. She turns to me and pulls out her chair for me to sit in. "Sure thing." She answered.

The feeling of someone touching my hair brings a sense of relief throughout my whole body. The feeling just makes me relaxed and calm. All the stress leaves my body, even for just a couple of minutes. I smile to myself when I feel Sam putting pieces of my hair into two braids.

After she finished braiding, we walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. We sit down at the table since it was already set. Plus, Marie and Jordan seemed to have all the food sorted. Sam and I sat next to each other on one side and Axel occupied the seat across from me. Marie sat herself next to him and Jordan on the head of the table. Atticus and Stella sits up at the kitchen bench.

Having dinner with a family is a different feeling for me. Sure, I had family dinners for the first ten years of my life but after that, I always sat up in my room or just didn't eat at all. Most nights, my parents would make me cook the two of them dinner and then eat without saying thank you.

As I was eating my spaghetti and meatballs, I could feel Axel's eyes on me and it was making me feel uncomfortable.

"Veronica, Honey, did you have a good day today? When I left this morning, you were still asleep." Marie laughs. I finished the mouthful of food before I give my reply. "Yes, I did. I spent the day with Sam." I say, giving Sam a thankful smile and leaving out what happened this morning with Axel.