Flashbacks novel Chapter 7

The car ride was extremely long. I ended up falling asleep for half of it and for the other half I just looked out the window. Noah and I didn’t make much conversation since we were both exhausted - or, well, drained, I guess,

I felt bad because he was going to be my bodyguard, which I guess is a lot of work. I can probably move out soon though, in a couple weeks. That way I won’t be a burden to anyone anymore and things can go back to how they normally are.

Although this is a chance for me to get to know my father and half-siblings, I’m a bit afraid. For one, I’m jealous because my half-siblings actually grew up with a father. But also I don’t want to intrude and burden my father, making him feel as though he has to help me out or else.

Honestly, it’s a privilege to grow up with both parents. But you can’t keep wishing for something you can’t - and won’t - get.

The car suddenly stopped and I looked out the window to see we had arrived at our destination, which happened to be a big, beautiful house. From the appearance of the outside of the house, I know my father and his family are living their luxurious lives, however, even though they have a lot of money, that doesn’t mean they have the perfect family. Perhaps their family is also broken and…

Maybe not.

Right as I was about to get out of the car, Noah grabbed my arm and said, “Just to be clear, you are now my responsibility. Anything you need I will get, okay? And get used to living here. Don’t do anything that’ll get you and/or your father in trouble.”

Before I could reply, he opened the car door and left, leaving me flushed and angry. I felt like a child. So humiliated, and for what? I didn’t even want to live or come here. I can and will show them all that I don’t need anybody.

I got out of the car and followed Noah into the house. If I knew what was waiting for me behind the door, I would’ve stayed in the hospital no matter what. The interior of the house was even prettier than the outside, shockingly. The house has a beautiful brown and white color theme to it. There was a big mirror on the wall as soon as you walked into the house. Everything just looked amazing and…expensive.

“I see you are loving the view,” a female voice said. I turned around to see who I assumed to be my dad’s wife. She was a petite woman with black wavy hair and light but slightly tan skin. Her eyes were a plain brown color and her face was littered with freckles. She was wearing a tight navy blue dress that looked more expensive than my rent. Her english was also a bit broken so I assumed she was forgein.

To make things worse, she looked happy. She looked relaxed, and so carefree. I was undeniably jealous of her. But instead of voicing my thoughts or anything, I simply smiled politely at her.

“You have a beautiful home,” I said.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Allow me to take you away from Noah and show you to your room.” She grabbed my hand and led me away. Quite frankly, I felt uncomfortable with her touching me, but I didn’t want to tell her that and seem rude, so I allowed her to drag me away.

She began giving me a tour of the house, showing me where everything was. She even showed me my siblings’ rooms, which were amazing looking and it hurt. Even the hallways had family pictures and it all felt like a punch to the stomach. I was never privileged enough to be able to take a picture with my two parents.

Sigh. I need to stop being negative and look on the bright side. I can leave soon, hopefully, then I won’t have to worry about them or anything.