The One With The Spider Tattoo

Chapter 1

Y/N POV

I looked out the car window, wincing in pain as the bright sunlight shone right into my eyes, temporarily blinding me. I shot back away, rubbing my eyes, releasing some tension the sun created.
I shook my head as I opened my eyes again, seeing at the light rays were now blocked by the big, rusty, old apartment building that was now into full view.
The sound of car doors, opening than slamming shut, pulled me away from my thoughts. I sighed, pulling the door handle, then pushing it open, stepping out from the car.

"Isn't it nice girls?" My dad's voice spoke suddenly. I glanced at my two sisters in the corner of my eye -- chuckling under my breath as both their faces scrunched up out of disgust at the sight of out the apartment building --- our new home.

"Looks like shit" My older sister, Stella, said disgusted, her face completely screwed together. Her head probably running ideas on how she could get out of living in this hell like place.
"Stella watch that language" My mom walked over to dad, clasping her hand in his and resting her head on his shoulder. They both sighed, smiles on their faces.

My parents, Oliver and Teresa, had always wanted to move to Queens. Not so sure why though? We were all perfectly happy back in Los Angeles. However my parents both agreed that they felt something was always tugging them to east coast, specifically Queens. They knew they needed to move out family all the way across the country for a reason. Thankfully to them, dad got a job offer in a better company --- so without consulting his three daughter, he immediately accepted, sending his whole family to an unfamiliar place.
I felt good to see my parents happy, however it would have been nice if they had asked my sisters, Stella and Libby, and I what we wanted... But it is understandable as to why they didn't, knowing we'd all decline.

I had a good life in LA. I was popular, had tons of friends and a good reputation. I was littelry living the life most teens could only dream about, but now that's all gone down the drain. Yes, now I'm in a whole new school, not familiar with a single person. I felt like I was re-starting my whole life -- and in some ways, I was.
However, that wasn't the only reason why I didn't want to move to Queens. The real reason being as the chance of me meeting my Soulmate grew. Out of the 16 years of living in LA, not once did I meet my Soulmate... thank god --- but now since I'm in a new place, there's a chance I may meet them...

But I sure do fucking hope not.

"Y/n..." My mom's popped in my head, making me jump from suprise. I looked over, noticing as dad, Stella and Libby had already made their way into the building.
I started into that direction, but was immediately stopped when my mom grabbing my wrist, pulling me back.
"Look Y/n..." She glanced down at my right wrist, rubbing her hands softly over the black Spider tattoo. "I know your upset about leaving your friends in Los Angeles... but hey! Look at this as a chance to start something new -- maybe even search for something new..." I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. "Mom stop" I groaned. Her face suddenly welled up out of defense and she turned me around, so that I was fully facing her.
"I'm just saying! You could use this move as a chance to finally find your Soulmate!" "Mom you know I don't want to find my Soulmate" I reasoned. She sighed. "I know I know sweetheart" She looked down. "I just want my little girl to be happy. Your 16! Your almost going off college-" She stopped herself from continuing, knowing that her words wouldn't change a thing.
I felt my heart drop at her face. Guilt started to form in my stomach, making me regret the way I talked to my mother.
"Look mom... I understand where your coming from, it's just I don't want to meet my Soulmate. I'm perfectly happy with the life I have now, and I don't want that to change" I gave her a tight smile, before taking her hand in mine and dragging her into the apartment building and into the elevator.

Once we arrived onto our floor, the elevator doors opened and we walked down the quite hallway. After passing a few doors, my mom sighed as we finally got to ours. I placed my hand on the cold doorknob, twisting it to open up --- I was expecting my sisters and dad to be already unpacking some boxes, but was shocked to see that in fact they were not. Instead, Libby was sitting on the couch on her phone, while Stella and my dad were arguing.

"I'm no staying here dad! Why can't we just go back to LA?" She groaned. Mom and I walked in the apartment  closing the door behind us --- dad heard us, immediately sighing as he asked my mom to talk to Stella.

"Stella please just be open minded" Mom said. "How can I be open minded when this apartment is smaller than my bedroom back in LA?!" Stella yelled, throwing her hands up angrily.

"Your 20 Stella, shouldn't you be in College, getting a job? Or maybe in your case, working at a stripper club" Libby smirked on the couch, her eyes not leaving the phone in front of her.

Stella scoffed and rolled her eyes "Shut the hell up you fucktard" "Stella stop being such a little bitch" I spat. "Your just mad that you had to leave Bryan" A smirk fell on me, making my frown disappear. Stella's face turned a dark shade of red, but not out of embarrassment --- out of anger.
"Your such a piece of shit Y/n. Your just mad that I found my Soulmate, unlike you who's gonna grow old and alone with not a single soul caring for you" She scoffed. I hands started to clench. I felt the rage start to build up in my body, and it was only a matter of time until I would explode.

"I bet Bryan wishes he never met his Soulmate" The room fell silent. Everyone looked at me with shocked expressions, apart from Libby who was still sitting on the couch, being completely oblivious to the scene that happened before her.

"Y/n -- Stella, go to your rooms" Dad said quietly. Stella, nor I moved from our spots. "Now!" He yelled, pointing down the short, dark hallway. My head fell down as I walked to what I thought was my room. It was painted a cream colour on the walls and ceiling and the ground was covered with my boxes.
I slammed the creaky door behind me and fell on my bed. I sighed, looking up to the ceiling.
"First day in Queens, and it already sucks ass" I muttered, mentally punching myself for what just happened only a few moments ago.
It was quiet, sead silent, until the sound of a 'thrip' passed my window.
I immediately got up from my unmade bed, ignoring the loud moans of creaks, and went over to my window. I opened it up and popped my head out, searching for the source of the strange and unfamiliar sound.
That was when I saw a flash of black and red go by. I whipped my head in the same direction, but was too late to really see what it was. The mystery sound and figure had already disappeared.
Then all of a sudden I started to feel this burning sensation and a tugging sort of feeling on my wrist. I looked down, seeing as it was my Soulmate tattoo causing the burning and the tugging feeling. Confusion washed over me... my tattoo had never done that before --- not ever.

Almost like something had set it off.... Weird.