Cadence.

It was early on a lazy sunday morning. I saw a shiny and sleek black car standing in front of the house through the curtains as I peeked out with only half of my eyes open. Obviously it was only six thirty and Hugo had not mentioned anytime to me about such an early departure.


Just as panic was setting in my brain and I'd started to become paranoid my phone quietly vibrated on the study table where I usually kept it. Grabbing it hastily I stabbed its answer button.


"Morning. So, I've sent you a car." Hugo nonchalantly said from the other side his voice sounding thoroughly awake.


"Yeah I can see it. Are you crazy? It's six thirty in the morning!" I shouted earning a flying pillow from Cole which hit me at the back of my head.


"If you know it's six thirty in the morning why the fuck are you yelling?!" Cole's head was popping up from the sheets.


"Not right now!" I hissed at him and turned my attention on the car again.


"What's the big deal?" Hugo said carelessly as if he didn't get a hint from the tone of my voice that I was already irked with him.


"I can't come so early! I didn't know that you wanted me to come to serve you breakfast!" I didn't hold back even when Cole's constant cursing was playing in the background. It was natural as that car had honked and woke me up when I didn't want to.


"Will you relax? You can come whenever you're ready but be here before noon. I got to go now. See you soon." He hung up and I was standing there like an idiot with a half opened mouth.


So infuriating!


"Argh!" I threw the phone on the bed and shot Cole's pillow back at him. "You can go back to sleep now sleeping beauty!"


"Shut up!" He threw the pillow at me again. Okay, this could go on for a while. I gave up on Cole along with my sleep and decided to get ready instead.


It took me a while but after taking a long hot bath and putting on my favourite outfit which was a black skinny jean and a loose pink sweatshirt I climbed down the stairs. Just as I was going towards the kitchen, my eyes missed to see a leg stretching out of the room due to the fact that it was early in the morning and sunrays hadn't reached this part of the house yet and I stumbled on it and in shock fell onto the ground.


"You're such a klutz fatass, how are you going to do that job at Hugo's? He may just have to fire you on your first day!" Myra whispered loud enough for me to hear as her room was next to her parents'.


I got up and marched on without looking back.Dealing with her and her torment was mentally impossible for me at that moment. I had my rage concentrated on a particular someone.


As I stepped into the kitchen a hand grabbed my shoulder from behind and twirled me around.


"How dare you ignore me?" Myra screeched forgetting what time of the day it was.


"I'm too tired to entertain you Myra." I mumbled hoping that she would give up this conversation and go back to her room where a relaxing bed awaited her.


"I hope you get fired soon." She sneered, leaning towards me.


"Okay you know what? I've had enough! I know how you feel about Cole and me. You think we've snatched your place from this house and from your father's heart but that's not the case. It's not like you're living on the streets and about how Uncle doesn't like you that much is your own fault. You're mean by default, and nobody likes mean people!" I huffed, blowing away few bangs from my face.


Her face had frozen as if time had stopped. I smirked at her and waved her a small goodbye when I left her in her stunned state. I'd never talked back to her. It wasn't because I was afraid of her but because I didn't like disputes in general. I liked when things were more on the peaceful side. It was a mystery why today I voiced all the emotions I'd bottled up within me from years. What was so special about today?


I was humming while I made myself some banan milkshake. After enjoying the milkshake alone in peace I started making breakfast for everyone. No matter how much Aunt Melissa and Myra despised me they were still family and this was officially the last time I was going to cook for them.


As I flipped the last omelette and turned the heat off my thoughts travelled back to when we were little. My parents had dropped us off at Uncle's door when were only five. I vividly remember mom and dad waving us goodbye as they left to do some important stuff. They'd lied to us and after a month of pestering uncle Richard with tonnes of questions about our parents he finally gave in and had told us that they didn't plan on coming back.


I remember asking him if I'd done something wrong or was I not being a good kid. He just had wiped his own tears and pulled me into a tight hug.


"What's the matter sweetheart?" I jumped with surprise when Uncle Richard sudden spoke tapping on my shoulder.


"Oh my god!" I swallowed hard.


"You scared me! But that's okay. Good morning Uncle!" I jumped at him trying to pull his comparatively big body into a hug.


"Good morning to you too pumpkin." He lightly ruffled my hair and then his eyes stilled on me.


"What?" My brows joined.


"It's nothing. I am going to miss you sweetie." He gently rubbed the side of my shoulder, and I felt my throat tightening up. My attempts to bit on my lips to push back the big ball stuck in my throat were miserably failing as tears started to flow out.


"Come here." He pulled me into a tight hug again just like he did when I was little. When I was hurt. I was going to miss him and his warm hugs, his cheery welcome backs and the way he took care of me no matter what and how he had all the answers to my immature questions.


I was so going to miss him.


"Did you pack everything?" Uncle Richard peeked into the car from half opened window towards my suitcase.


"Yes. Don't worry Uncle. Goodbye." I stretched my lips faking happiness. There was no way I would have felt happy leaving my Uncle. The only person who cared about me.


In the background I saw Myra and Aunt Melissa who hadn't bother to come up to me to say goodbye. After that chat I had with Myra she hadn't dare talk to me at all. Aunt Melissa as always didn't show much emotion.


Then there was Cole who was irritated because his Sunday morning sleep was broken. Oh, I was so loved.


The car sped up from our driveway and soon enough I couldn't even see the house. My mind lingered on the memories of that house for a while before my eyes snapped at the huge mansion visible from a long distance. I was about to go in there and live in there. Even when I had seen the mansion before a sudden rush unsettled me. What was so unsettling about this perfect house? Well, I was bound to find out sooner or later.

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