murder house :: hemmings au

0.1 - house

alice's pov:

I sigh as my mother, father, and I climb into our new car. We had gone to the dealership immediately after leaving the airport to purchase the car my parents had been looking at online. It's late August, and I am sweating like a pig in my dress, tights, cardigan, and boots. The weather in Los Angeles is definitely different than the cool and windy climate of Boston. I mentally curse at myself for wearing a tank top dress underneath my cardigan rather than a long sleeved one. At least then I could take off my sweater without my parents seeing my scars.

After all my parents have gone through, I don't want to bring any more drama into this family. If my father saw the cuts on my wrist he would immediately put me in therapy. And I know for sure that talking about what has happened will only result in being prescribed some bullshit medication. It just won't help.

I pull my backpack into my lap and unzip the front pocket to find my iPod. Whenever I'm unhappy I try to distract myself by listening to music. I put my headphones in my ears and just when I'm about to press shuffle I'm interrupted by my father.

"Alice, honey, we're going to go look for houses now." He says, smiling at me through the rear view mirror.

I roll my eyes before responding. "We just got here, dad. Can we at least drop off our bags at the hotel?"

I can tell by the annoyed look on his face that he was planning on going house hunting immediately, but he looks at my mother and sighs before nodding his head.

"Yeah, I guess so. But we're just going to check in, drop off our stuff, and then leave." He says firmly and I mumble an 'okay' before finally turning on my playlist.

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After three and a half hours of looking for homes, we still haven't found one that the three of us agree on. All of the houses have either been too small for my mother, too disgustingly cheerful for me, or they didn't have an extra room for my dad's office. After listening to all of our complaints, the realtor, Mary, told us that she knew of the perfect home.

Once we arrive, we walk up to the front door, looking around in awe at the beautiful mansion. I take another step towards the front door and trace my finger over the engravings in the wood. Above and surrounding the door is very old looking stained glass. The house looks amazing, and that's only the outside.

The house, though, gives me a weird feeling in my stomach. I'm suddenly not even hot anymore. I watch as Mary struggles to find the correct key to the house, trying to stifle my laugh as she lets out a dramatic sigh.

"Finally." She mutters as she twists the key into the doorknob and opens the large door, revealing a very big staircase. She plasters a fake smile on her face before turning around to face me and my parents.

"I'll show you around now, but before you decide for sure there's a little something I need to tell you."

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i hope you liked this chapter!! in my opinion it sucked ass but it's 11-something at night & i was really bored & then i realized that i sTILL hadn't written the first chapter so this is really rushed & im sorry):

it will get better!!! & luke is probably going to come in during the 3rd or 4th chapter :))))))))))

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