The Kings Spawn | ✔︎

Chapter 4

Hazel's POV

If you had told me I would be living in a mansion with my so called aunt a week ago I would probably take you for a babbling fool. Honestly these types of things didn't happen to people like me. I reluctantly push myself off the king-sized bed, side note; the Hëstans were really good bed makers.

"Your bath is ready Miss."

I had never conversed with another human being in one sitting as much as I did tonight, I confessed a ton, I would argue it was too much for my own good. But Aunt Cynthia didn't seem to mind. She laughed and seemed like she was having a good time so I continued till the brink of midnight. I was impressed I could talk this much to a person I had just met, and even began to enjoy it. I had always just assumed I wasn't interested in punny things like conversations, but maybe I was just around the wrong people. I do remember now that Mrs Eddison, Nancy's niece that was a therapist, had always mentioned something about this, though I couldn't pinpoint the topic. I had a feeling she was onto something.

But I always preferred Nancy, thinking back I really do feel bad for her, that poor soul didn't deserve the emotional baggage I recklessly threw her way.

Anyways Cynthia was way nicer than how I imagined before. She was kind and outspoken, with this beautiful candid British accent. Before I had assumed she was another beautiful stuck up rich lady with lots of money she never needed, but once again she proved me unmistakable wrong. You really can't judge a book by its cover.

You would've thought I would stop criticising people by now, but my brain had a real hard time understanding that everyone was not an enemy.

I stared at the ceiling, the material of the napoleon king sized bed felt too good on my back, I almost couldn't even fall asleep. I knew from the very start that it would take quite a lot of effort to adjust and adapt to a whole new environment.

I just didn't realise how much at that time.

This all just felt like a hazy midsummer dream, and in all honesty, if so I wouldn't mind sleeping just a little bit longer.

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Next Morning

"Wake up Hazel its not like we have all day!"

My eyes snap open to the singy song voice. Aunt Cynthia was standing on the spacious pavement dressed in nothing but a two piece thong. Her perfectly angled body was practically begging to be envied. I was never going to forgive god for this unfairness he bestowed on his subjects.

We are all equal in his eyes, my ass.

Could someone please explain as to why I resembled a carved potato, a poorly done one at that. I rubbed my eyes sleepily trying to get used to the sight in front of me. The spacious bedroom was the exact some size if not bigger than my whole house combined, it still felt like a dream.

"Come down in 2, I just came from my jog. Since you already missed breakfast we can have a quick brunch."

I was still not bugging from the fact she went anywhere looking like that.

Hah! 'Brunch', a term I so frequently heard on the tv shows I often watched. Even after being exposed to the idea I still didn't understand why rich people ate in between breakfast and lunch? My type of brunch was licking off leftover Cheeto dust from the bag.

"Ok, I will down in few," However way you looked at it she was a kind woman, "Thank you a ton." I say ripping the light peach comforter off myself, Nancy advised me that instead of keeping quiet I should just say what was on my mind, and as of right now I was feeling thankful.