Turn Your Face

(01)

I can hear the doorbell ring as the door opens, over the loud singing of the children's toys. I looked and saw a young man, looked about 40 with his blonde wife who was obviously younger than him. He had a head full of grey brownish hair with a beard, matching the colour. Obviously, he's not looking for a depressed teenage daughter. 

I stood up from the couch and fixed my jeans and Slipknot shirt. They've been my escape from the things that my father did to me, since it's happened in person. I ran my fingers through my dark brown hair, trying my best to look decent, even I though, it's impossible. 

"Kids, this is Mr and Mrs. Grey. They're looking for someone to adopt, c'mon get up and start trying to look like actual kids who don't live in a pig pen," I heard Mrs. Claudia say, touching the little kids and me on the top of my head counting in her own. 

I leaned against the burgundy couch and blew bubbles in my gum. I tried to hide my makeup covered face. 

"Her," I heard the man say, pointing at me. Me. Out of all these kids he could have, he wants me? 

I looked at him with a confused look, but he just smiled and nodded at me. Mrs. Claudia took me back into the room where they signed paperwork and I got into their car. It was nice, alot bigger than what my father had a few years ago. 

Once, I got in I was a little scared that they were going to rape me or something. I just shrugged it off and sat in silence. 

"Well, since no one is going to speak, allow me to introduce myself, I'm Allen. Allen Grey." The man said, I'm glad he didn't refer to himself as dad or told me to call him that, because I never wanted to hear those god awful words ever again. 

"Hi, I'm Rebekah Mills, but everyone calls me Bekah. But, since I'll be living with you, I'll let you decide what you want to call me." I said, opening my bag that I've had packed for the last 5 years and took out my IPod and ear buds. 

I stuck one in and left one out, making sure not to seem as though I'm ignoring them if they ask me something. 

"I'm Rosalie, but everyone calls me Rosie. Since you'll be living with us, I'll let you decide what you want to call me," The woman responded, smiling after realizing that she copied what I said. I giggled under my breath and we spent the rest of the ride silent. 

...

Once we arrived at their house, I was completely in shock. It was huge, well not like a mansion, but big enough for me to have my own bathroom finally. 

"Well, I hope this will satisfy you," Rosalie said, getting my suitcase from the back of the car, I offered to help her but she insisted on doing it herself. 

Allen unlocked the door and opened it, a beautiful wooden staircase led upstairs where I could see a hallway, that led to somewhere else. A giant living room with a 72 in flat screen TV. And the most beautiful kitchen anyone could ever ask for. 

I smiled at I laid, my IPod on the counter and stared in aw. 

"Well, your room is the first room on the right upstairs, the one across from yours is Griffins, I hope you don't mind having a brother?" WHAT? A brother, I've never had a brother, I've only been an only child, what if he's like one of those annoying little brothers who always want to come in and mess with my bras like I see on TV. 

"Oh, um OK. I guess I'm OK with it," I lied, trying my hardest to convince them. 

"Don't worry Bekah, he's nice and he's your age. You'll get along great, be ready by 7. We're going to dinner to get to know one another." Allen said, staring deeply into my blue eyes. I could tell he was being serious. 

I walked upstairs and walked into my room. It was quite nice, not as big as I thought, but big enough to fit a queen bed, a small futon, a desk, a comfy chair and a chest of drawers for my clothes. 

On the bed I see a little box, I walk over to it and look at it. IPhone 5C. I smile and open the box grabbing the phone and falling backwards onto the bed. I've never had a phone and I was so excited about it. 

I screamed into one of my pillows and knew, this was the right family for me.