I’m hated for something I don’t even know about. The asshole won’t even tell me what he’s so mad about either. His wordsI shouldn’t existare ones that still cut to the core when I think about it, and I can’t stop thinking about it no matter how hard I try.
Why do we find ourselves liking the people who aren’t good for us? I know I can’t be the only one it’s happened to. From the moment I saw him, it was like being hit with a lightning bolt. I was instantly aware of him. The feeling was one I haven’t experienced, and it was confusing as hell. Maybe that’s why his words always cut more than anyone else’s lame-ass insults.
“We’ll be leaving in an hour or two so make sure you’re ready. Someone is going to start packing up your room in a few,” she tells me and I nod my head. I would argue that I wanted to pack my stuff myself like last time, but I just don’t have the energy. I think I just need another energy boost to feel better.
“What are you going to do with our stuff? I’m sure Jonathan won’t want our stuff in his house since it’s probably already stuffed with pretentious furniture,” I tell her, and she just rolls her eyes at me.
“Don’t judge. For now, I’m going to put it into storage because we won’t need the other stuff. We’ll just need our personal belongings since Jonathan will have everything else for us,” she tells me.
I just nod at her. I guess that makes sense. The Riversides probably won’t want anything of ours in their house since we don’t exactly have super expensive shit. Mom made a good living working for Jonathan’s company but it’s nowhere near what they’re worth.
“Are you hungry?” she questions.
“No, not yet. I just got up. But I’ll take a glass of juice,” I answer.
She pours some out into a glass and hands it to me. I sit there and sip on it for a while. The thought of food makes me queasy and if I eat, I’ll gain back the few pounds that I’ve lost. I don’t want that to happen. I just need to lose as much as I can so they’ll stop harassing me about my weight.
Plus, lately, I haven’t been able to eat without throwing up. I have to wait until I’m super hungry, like on the verge of starving before I’m able to keep anything down. I hate it but I can’t stop myself either, no matter how hard I try to break the cycle.
Once I’m done, I make my way out of the kitchen and back up the stairs. I walk straight into my walk-in closet and grab the suitcase. I roll it out into my room and put it on the bed before opening it. I start to pack it with stuff that I’ll need for a few days. After that’s done, I rush into my bathroom and grab my pills from their hiding spot. Since the moving people are going to pack up my stuff soon, I don’t want anyone finding them.
I need to get more since I’m almost out. I’ve just stuck them between the clothes in my suitcase when my door opens and Mom, along with two other guys, walk into my room. I close the suitcase and then zip it up before putting it on the floor by the window.
“You know you didn’t need to pack anything. All our stuff will be delivered this afternoon. It’s not like we’re going far,” she tells me, laughing.
“Well, it’s just in case I’m too lazy to unpack later,” I tell her.
“The guys will be unpacking our things as well,” she tells me, rolling her eyes but she’s smiling at me.
“Oh. Well, I’m still taking my suitcase with me.” I shrug. I’m not used to getting things done this fast or even getting things done for me.
“I know you hated moving here to begin with and that I sort of just sprang this on you last minute, but I promise things will be different for us now,” she tells me.
I mean, duh. It will get better for her since she’s getting married to a super-rich dude. For me, not so much. I’ll be living with my tormentor now instead of just seeing him around school where he’s determined to make my life a living hell. Now that’ll happen whenever and wherever he pleases since we’ll be close.
“I can’t wait!” I say, trying to sound enthusiastic. But it comes out sounding hoarse instead. Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to catch it.
Two hours later, we both get into her car since one of the movers will be bringing mine and we start driving to Knox’s house. This is going to be the start of something…
This is the moment my life changes for the third time in such a short period and I’m not cut out for this much change. The first being our move here and the second being getting bullied once I started school. Practically everyone here hates me. Finally, the third for now, because I have a feeling this won’t be the last change, is us moving in with Knox and his dad.
When we pull up to their place, my mouth drops open. Of course he’d be living in a freaking mansion. Why the hell do two people need this much space? Well, now it’ll be four, but still, it’s huge as fuck.
We drive around the circular driveway which has a huge fountain in the middle of it. The front of the mansion is made of brick. The design from the outside makes it look like there are four different houses combined into one, but I know it was probably just made to look that way.
It’s almost in the shape of a U. The first two in the front are square and the two that make up the rest of them are round and filled with windows in the front. The other one is square as well but that one has a balcony at the front. It looks like there are three stories in this place. We both step out of the car. As soon as we do, we see Jonathan at the front door, waiting for us.
“Hello, darling,” he says to my mom and then pulls her in for a kiss. I inwardly gag but I don’t want to be rude. No one wants to see their mom and her new fiancé kissing, am I right? “And hello again, Raine. Welcome to your new home,”
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“I’m sorry my son isn’t here to greet you both. I’m afraid he’s a bit occupied at the moment,” he says with a polite smile but I know he’s lying. If I didn’t know better, then I would’ve probably believed him. I’ll just bet his son was busy. Instead of saying anything, I just nod my head at his apology.
As soon as we enter through the doors, I’m blown away with how gorgeous it is. They obviously spent tons of money on this place and it shows. The foyer is the first thing to see when you enter and just ahead of us is a wall with a winding staircase that leads to one side of the corridors. There are two on the second floor—one on the left and one on the right.
To the right and left of the stairs on the first floor are hallways on each side that lead somewhere. Jonathan gives us a tour of the place and I’m impressed. I mean, anyone who came into this house would be impressed as well.
The hallway to the right on the first floor leads to the kitchen. It’s huge with marble countertops and stainless-steel appliances. The door at the back of the kitchen leads into the backyard. There’s a huge pool with lots of space and outdoor furniture. Beyond the pool there’s a long lawn that’s big enough for parties.