First Day of My Life

Chapter 22

"Hi," I cooed at the Golden Retriever that ran to greet me. It made cute little noises as I started to pet it, squatting down on the ground.

"She keeps running off while the others are inside," I heard a man's voice. My head shot up and I saw an older man smiling at me.

"Oh," I said quietly and got up as I patted the dog's head. "Hi. I'm Betty."

"Kyle," he smiled and shook my hand as I awkwardly put mine forward. At least he didn't look at me like I was a weirdo. "We've been waiting for you. You want to come inside?"

I nodded with a small smile and followed him through the big garden. The house was a big one. Not like Veronica's mansion, but still definitely had about six or more bedrooms. "So, you're 17, right?"

"Yeah."

He nodded. "I talked to your dad. Good guy."

That made me smile. I didn't have the heart to tell him that the biological one was actually a serial killer he had for sure heard about. Instead, as he opened the door, five small, newborn puppies were there, all waiting for us.

My mouth dropped with a huge smile as I squatted down again. "Careful," Kyle chuckled as they all started licking me and tried to climb onto my lap. "I'll show you around the house, then later you can play with them if you want to," he promised.

"Alright," I giggled and carefully pushed one of the puppies off of my lap. "You're so cute," I told them quietly before following the man to the kitchen.

"Hi," a woman smiled at me and gave me a hug.

"Hi," I said back after pulling away.

"I'm Candice."

"Betty."

She nodded. "I know. We've been waiting for you for a while. Your dad told us the other family wasn't good for you?"

"Uh, yeah... I don't really feel comfortable with them."

She smiled at me sadly. "That's okay. We have a room set out for you if you choose to come here with us."

"Candy, she just got here," the man said sweetly.

"I know, I'm just saying." I laughed quietly at her. "Are you hungry, honey? I'm just making lunch."

"Not really," I said timidly, remembering the morning two days ago when I had to eat sausages because Thomas forced me to eat what he gave me to show me it wasn't that bad. Besides the fact that it ruined my diet, it also ruined everything in my head, made me puke and cry, and call dad immediately, telling him I needed a new family soon.

"Are you sure? I'm making spaghetti squash with cheese in the oven, nuts sprinkled on it."

I grinned and looked at the ground where a puppy was rubbing herself against my feet. "He told you, didn't he?" I asked Candice. Dad had for sure told them what my problems with the other family were. If she made the exact food now that was on my diet plan for today.

"Who?" she asked innocently with a smile.

I chuckled. "Sure, I'll eat."

She nodded with a smile. "Kyle will show you around. You can leave your bag in the hallway with your clothes."

I nodded and went back there, dropping my duffel bag that had my training clothes in it. I hung up my coat and pushed off my boots, seeing that this again was a house where people took off their shoes. Most of the Canadians who I knew did it.

Kyle took me to the basement at first. I looked in amazement at the room in there. It was like a studio apartment. It was a bedroom, but it was much bigger, allowing the tv and the couch there as well. It had a huge half-full bookshelf, a closet, a queen-sized bed, a table, and more. There was also a small bathroom with a shower. It all looked amazing. "Wow," I breathed.