Return to Me (h.s)

Chapter 2

I waited in silence as the door opened and a young woman with platinum blonde hair and a made up face stepped into view. Figures, he would leave my mom for her polar opposite.

"Hello! You must be Lacy! I'm Brenda." She said with a wide smile.

Brenda? Brenda! Wow the two mistresses have the same name. Coincidence? I think not.

"It's Leah." I replied shortly

"Oh right. We'll please, come in!" her smile still not faltering, sort of making me want to vomit.

Wow that sounded cynical.

I stepped around her with my suitcases in hand. And looked around. The house was as big on the inside as it looked on the outiside. The whole downstairs was really big and it had a huge circular staircase leading up, probably to many more rooms.

"Your dad's not home at the moment , but he'll be back soon." She smiled.

I nodded my head and continued to look around.

"Niaaalll!" She called, "I want you to meet my son."

"Um okay." I replied with a grimace. Her cheeriness is seriously starting to irritate me.

"What mom?" I heard a voice coming down stairs. I turned my head to see a dirty blonde haired boy, about my age, leaning against the stair railing. He was dressed really preppy.

"I'd like you to meet Leah, Ricks daughter."she replied with another fucking smile.
Shoot me please

"What's up?" I said in monotone towards Blondie #2
"What are you Darth Vador?" He said after looking me up and down. I could hear an accent that was actually cute if the shit coming out of his mouth didn't ruin it.

I looked down at my black jeans, black hoodie and black vans, suddenly feeling self conscious.

"No. I'm actually mourning the death of your brain."I replied with a shrug.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Niall! You be nice. She is a guest!" Brenda cuts in.

"Whatever," he said looking at me.

"Whatever," I mocked him.

"Niall, help Leah with her bags and show her to her room please." Brenda said, oblivious to the daggers he was shooting me with his eyes.

"Yeah Niall, be a good boy and help me with my bags" I smirked.

Snatching my bags he trudged them upstairs without another word or backwards glance. I assumed he expected me to follow him so I quickly caught up. After going up the stairs and stepping on the back of his shoe every other step just to annoy him, we finally came to a set of doors.

He kicked one open, threw my bags and walked out.

"What is your problem?" I asked annoyed.

"You just irritate me." He said simply.

"And your just a dick." I replied in the same tone

"You don't even know me." He shrugged

"Please enlighten me then. Give me your pathetic back story on why your being a dick, yeh?" I scoffed

"You and your dad suck." He mumbled & stormed out of the room.

Figures. My dad would be the reason Blondie #2 hates me. Shaking my head I looked around the room and saw a huge window in the middle of the farthest wall. Grey light peeking through the curtains and into the room. I could hear the slight pour of rain against the window.

On the wall next to it was a bed with big, white, fluffy sheets and an empty book shelf on the opposite wall.

The rest of the room was pretty bare other than an old record player and a TV.

I sighed and fell back on my bed. Feeling out of place allready, I fell asleep with stressful thoughts on my mind and a sick feeling in my stomach.