"just an hour more" said my mom.
Looking out of the window was getting extremely boring , so i thought of annoying my twin.
"Jackson" i call out to him .
But he was oblivious of me calling him due to the ear buds , i nudged his shoulder slightly , receiving a groan from him .
Fine , if he was going to ignore me then I'd rather let him ignore me after what I'm about to do.
I slowly pick his phone from his lap and typed 'Hard core rock music' on YouTube , making sure the volume was full , i then played it .
With a loud scream he woke up from his nap giving me death stares .
"Why'd you do that?" He asked irritated.
"What? I was bored and we still have an hour more until we reach whatever ville " i said with a huge grin on my face.
"Gloomville" my mom corrected me.
"Whatever, and who even names their town Gloomville ?" I asked not in a mood to talk any further with her.
i was answered with silence
"You woke me up so you could talk about the name of the town?" Asked my little brother.
You see jackson is 1 minute younger than me , even tho we were born on the same day . i like doing the whole 'I am a minute older than you , so you better obey me or else..' Thing .
"Well i mean i thought of telling you about how ally is doing , but you don't want-"
I was immediately cut of by him.
"No- no i mean sure you can talk to me" a huge smirk made its way on my face.
fun fact : ally is my best friend , who has a thing for my brother and being the best friend and the best sister that i am , well i tried to bring them close but they act like this old couple all shy and stuff , the funny thing is my brother was the quarterback of 'prestige high' back in New york and he is confident and all until it all comes to ally , its like he's a different person when he is with her .
My train of thoughts were crashed by my brother talking about daniel .
"Yeh well i messaged Daniel too" he said knowing well that Me and him are not on speaking terms , but it's weird how every time some one says his name , i feel butterflies in my stomach.
Daniel seavey , sweetheart of prestige high ,my brothers best friend and my boyfriend . the thing is we haven't broken up , it's just that he is sad because I'm going far away from him. We've been dating for 4 years and i don't plan on leaving him anytime soon.
"Yeh well atleast im dating the person i love unlike some one*cough*" i said daring him to go on.
"Oh yeh , well atleast-"
"We're here kids" my mothers cheery voice interrupted our heated conversation.
I looked out the window to see a small and vacant town , as the board said welcome to gloomville , population: 5000 to which it was canceled with a red paint and then the population decreased to 3000 then to 1000.
"Mom are you sure that we are in the right place?" I ask her with a confused face.
"Yep" she said as we parked outside a two story house , the paint of the house was worn out , the lawn was dry and dirty and the neighborhood was dead , as we walked inside, the house was bigger than it looked , but it didn't change the fact we came all the way from New york to this town.
Anger took over me , i couldn't keep it in anymore.
"Sooo, how is it?" My mom asked with glint of excitement in her eyes.
I scoffed.
"You brought us all the way from New york to this shit hole because of what?" I said not caring if it hurt her feelings.
"Elena Morgan , you do not talk to your mom like that-"
"No mom , I've had enough-" i was interrupted by jackson.
"El not now" he said giving me the 'pls don't do it' stare.
"No jackson , we left our friends , our chance of going to NYU just because she couldn't handle dad's death"
"You do not know how that feels like-"
"don't i? He was my father too , i lost him too , it hurts everyday mom knowing that he wont be able to see us graduate or to be able to see his grand children , it hurts me very second , but i don't go around changing towns , why this ? Why not California or Washington-"
"BECAUSE THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE YOUR FATHER AND I MET , THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE YOU TWO WERE BORN , THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE MY FAMILY RAISED ME" she said angrily her voice cracking at the end.
"You should've left me back in new york" and then i ran upstairs , locked myself in god knows whose room .
Sobbing for hours , i hadn't realized i had slept .
The next day i woke up early in the morning , washed my face and brushed my teeth .
Since there were no Ingredients to make break fast , i took some money from mom's wallet and walked to the store .
Except i didn't know where the store was , so i thought of asking people on my way .
I went over to a lady in her mid 30s and asked her to tell me where the store was ,but i was met with silence and a look of disgust .
Hmm , i wonder what's her story.
I then walked up to a kid and tried to ask him the direction of the store and yet again was met with silence.
Weird
I finally thought of going back home , maybe mom would get the ingredients , as i was walking back home people were giving me weird stares , have they not seen a girl before?
I didn't realize i had bumped into someone until i heard a groan .
I looked up to see the most handsome man ever with blonde hair and greenish - blue eyes , the muscles were a sight to see.
"Hello" he said waving his hands across my face.
"Hi" i replied , wait he talks? Finally someone who doesn't give silent treatment to the new comers.
"You talk" i blurted out.
"Uh yes" he said looking at me if i had grown two heads.
"I'm sorry it's just , im new here and i was trying to ask directions for the store and all i was getting was silence from everyone"
"Oh ya , people aren't much friendly here" he said likes its a normal thing.
"Right!"
"God where are my manners , im corbyn , corbyn besson"
A/N: guys so this story will be short with probably 15-20 chapters so ya.
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Mistério / Suspense(Completed) july 22,2019 welcome to Gloomville , a town where death knocks on your door every second and Where young girls are killed by HIM. kidnapped, tortured and then finally slaughtered. I, Elena Morgan am one of his prey and this is my story. ...