After 2 hours of a private jet and a one hour drive we were finally here and by we I meant me the driver and that picked me up for the airport. My father thought it would be a good to move to LA. I grew in Washington DC. Lived their all my life but my father thought I needed a change after we lost my mother and brother to a car accident two years ago. Before he became a senate and never had time for me anymore.
When my mother and brother alive everything was different. We were the ideal family that lived across the street. Loving parents and two perfect children. My father was always home for dinner and we had family night every Sunday even when we got to old for it. My brother was 4 years older then me and was in his first year of college when he died.
He was studying to be a surgeon. Which my parents were proud of. The day of their accident was the worst day for me. I was in class when two police officers came to my class. The minute i saw them I knew something horrible had happened. They told me there was an accident involving a car. My mother and brother was hit by a man ignored the traffic lights. The man died on impact so did my mother.
My brother however remained alive. For a few months. He was in a coma. My father and I had hope he would awake up even if he did he would never be the same. They told us he would be a vegetable. But we refused to pull the plug. But he ended up dying. My father was lost for months. Never leaving the house until he got himself together. He released he had me to take care off. Then he became a senate.
He thought a new house and school will make me happy but all I wanted was for him to be home. I didn't want to leave DC. I grew up there. My whole life was there. Which was why I begged him to let me at least spend my summer there before he moved me away from everything I knew. He was meant to be with me today but work called. Like always.
I opened the care door and got out. LA was way more hotter than D.C. !not that I minded. But I loved the snow. I looked up at my new home. It was beautiful. It had a mini drive way and was painted white. I wanted to take a look around but I saw the sun was already setting and tomorrow was my first day at my new school.
I took my backpack out the car and made my way to the door. I thought the staff would be waiting for me but I guess I was wrong. I looked back to the diver, he was already getting back in the car. Deciding to just open the door, it was my home after all.
Just as I was about to open the door it opened it self reliving a middle age woman. She was dressed in a light blue dress and was smiled at me. She was tanned and short.
"Hello. Vanessa" she said pulling me in for a hug. "Sorry, I was not out to greet you" she said letting me go. "I am Greta" she said softly.
I already knew who she was. Father told me she would be waiting for me.
"Nice to meet you" I said smiling back at her.
"Come in dear it you look tired" pulling me in.
"Dinner will be ready, then I will take you up to your room" she said talking my small backpack off me.
The house was beautiful and homey. It reminded me of home.
"We don't have time to give you a tour, but tomorrow after school if you are up to it" she continued as I followed her deeper into the house.
"Your driver, Paul will be here to pick you up at 7:30, it is a 30 minutes drive to your school" I let her continue .
She led me into a dinner room as saw a plate of food waited for me. I was hungry. Glad she made something for me to eat.
I took a sit and started eating. She excuse her self and left me to eat.
I was done in 10 minutes. I know I was really hungry. She walked in at the right time.
She looked down at my plate and smiled "thank you it was really nice" I said as she took the plate. "Your welcome dear".
I got up and followed her into the kitchen. Waiting for her to talk me to the room.
"Come on let's get you to bed" she said walking up a stairs. I didn't even notice it was there.
She lead me to a door that was light pink. I knew this was my room. She opened the door and I saw my belongings. My boxes and things.
"Your clothes have been arranged but we didn't want to touch the boxes" she said softly. I knew it was some of my mother's stuff I kept.
I turned to her "thank you greta" she smiled and hesitated before she left.
I closed the door on her and turned to face my new bedroom. It was big. Bigger than my other one. The bed looked very comfortable. I walked towards it and saw a small box on it with a letter at the bottom.
It was a Pandora box. I knew it was from father. I picked it up and opened it. It was a bracelet. It only had one charm on it and it was of a butterfly. I opened up the letter and it said for not being there. Love dad. My eyes began to water.
I wasn't angry with him. I understood he had to work. I didn't want him to think he was falling me. I went on the bed with the box and letter in my hands crying until I fell asleep.