The Only One

Chapter Twelve

Lisa's pov

When we arrived, we bluntly ditched the food that Nate's grandma made and just fell asleep anywhere comfortable.

I suddenly bolted awake, when the bed I was sleeping on dipped a little. I see it's only grandma, so I sit up and give her a sleepy smile.

"What time is it? " I ask, my voice thick from sleep.

"It's seven, pancake. "

"Sorry, we couldn't eat anything you made us. We just had a lot of food from the fair. "

"Fair? You children went to a fair? "

"Guess who told us about it." I tell her everything that Rony explained to us, my smile not once faltering.

Grandma chuckles once I'm done. "That kid never knows when to stop. He would always irritate Mike with words that even I can't  pronounce! "

We giggle together at Mike's fate, then she gives me a look.
"What? " I ask with a smile.

She hesitates a little, than says, "So, how are you coping up with....everything? "

I look away and she sighs.
" Look, I'm not forcing you or anything. It's just that you're here, and I think you should just pay your family a visit. "

"Well, I did,technically, since You're my family. " I say pulling her into a hug. She sighs and rubs my back soothingly, that an uninvited sob breaks out of me. She pats my back and tells me to let it out.

She holds me tight, just like a mother would, just like how my mother should have, instead of holding on to her fame and greed.

I pull back, trying to get myself in control.

"You know what? forget what I said. Don't go meet that witch of a lady. " She mutters to me. The thing is, she knows what vile things my mom said and did, which makes me feel pathetic for some reason.

Well, she's my blood. What does that say about me?

"Oh, I'll go. I've handled a lot more things to find this strangely easy. " She gives me a proud smile, at the sound of my words.

Everybody is still sleeping, so I just apply some disinfectant on my neck, faithfully being gentle on the tatoo, despite the nasty burn of it. I wear a new bandage, and when grandma got a peek of the tatoo, she kept asking me to explain it to her.

"Why stars? And why are they black? Why only three?"

I roll my eyes and smile at her, saying I'll be back after a drive.

She understands and nods.
I drive over quickly to my parents' mansion before I chicken out or something.

I instantly regret coming as my legs involuntarily walk over the familiar stone path over the grass, holding a bittersweet memory of little me. I ring the door bell and sigh.

The door opens and I see my brother, the typical handsome, popular guy when we were in high school. The prom king, and the freaking valedictorian in his senior year. I was only one year younger than him, so I had to put up with all crap he pulled with that power.

His green eyes, very similar to mine widen, and he scrambles to open the door wider to let me in.

"Wow, it has been like five to six months since I last saw you! How are you?! Even though it's been only a few weeks since I called, did something happen in college? Are you coming bac-"

"Where's dad and mom?" I cut off his rant, annoyed.

"They're in the Chandelier room." He says, his voice full, with hurt.