One girl. One new town. And one hell of a well-kept secret.
That's all it took to turn Erinne's life into a living nightmare.
... or so she thought.
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Sixteen year-old Genevieve Erinne Layne has had the pleasure of living a foolproof normal life...
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Will and I face-timed a lot. I wanted to make sure we were close since me and dad moved away shortly after mom's death.
I tried my best not to think about mom, but seeing as how these last few days... well, you knew how they were like—she was all I could think about.
I wondered whether or not mom was happy, wherever she was now. Even if she is my mom, I don't know much about her. Dad refused to talk about her—since it'd bring him back to the moment of her death—so the only memories I had of her were really faint.
"Hey, are you okay?" Andrea whisper-shouted to me. "You seem... weird."
"Yeah, I'm fine." I looked at the table closely. Rae and Nick were arguing while Jules was watching them, sort of like they were his entertainment. The twins were making anime references and were laughing as they did.
They all treated each other like family. Then the table went silent when a familiar scent filled the room.
Two maids helped escort a huge tray of juicy barbecue, which glistened more and more as it neared our table. Then came the sides, salads and fruit bowls, but since I wasn't really a fan of healthy foods, my mouth was drooling as the French fries came in.
Anything you could label under "delicious," they had it.
Then I realized that my dad's money was paying for this luxuriou- unappetizing meal. I felt a part of my stomach losing its appetite, but the rest continued to crave for food.
After all, the last meal—drink—I had was probably vodka from last night's party. And even though I don't remember pretty much anything that night, I do remember that Devin was the one who spiked my drink.
The amount of food was still surprising to me, though. Money is a blessing, I know, but with the humongous amount of food on the table... this could've been feeding a ton of other people. But here we were, with millions of calories laying in front of us.
"We aren't usually like this," Andrea whispered, "Mr. Layne ordered this, apparently, because you're living under this roof now."
For some reason, I felt better knowing that. At least now this wasn't going to happen every day... hopefully.
