Welcome To My Life
Chapter 4
As we got my bag in the car, Gina said, "So, how about I take you shopping this weekend? I think you need more than what's in that bag."
She smiled at me. That smile was the one I saw in my dream.
"I'd like that." I said.
She nodded, and got into the driver's seat, while Tom got into the passenger seat.
I sat on the right side of the back, while Jeydon sat on the left. He looked over at me, and smiled. He looked gentle, but I wasn't about to give in to my first impressions.
When we got to their home, I actually looked like the stupidest person in the world, because they had a freaking mansion. And just when I thought the outside was beautiful, and huge, I think I could've fainted when we got inside. The floor was bright and clean, the furniture was real silk, leather and more, and the second floor was just as big. There was even a theater in their house....I'm in heaven.
But my room was the best. A flat screen HD TV, king sized bed with purple sheets, family sized leather couch, walk-in closet (which needed to be filled), mini-fridge, and a bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub.
"Oh...my....." I was unable to finish my sentence.
"Pretty sketchy, huh?" Jeydon asked me, since he was showing me around.
"Very!" I said, practically breathless.
"The backyard is cooler. We have this majorly huge pool, and it looks like something you'd see at a country club."
"Is that so?" I asked with a grin.
"Come check it out." he said, grinning as well.
And he was right. The pool was beautiful, and it looked like it even had a waterfall. Their house was beautiful. But I still didn't feel as safe as I should.
"So, wanna see the band room?" he asked, leading me in through the back door.
"Sure." I said, awkwardly walking in.
He lead me down a hall, and soon opened a door, and I saw a large room with a guitar, bass guitar, piano, drums, microphones, and a recording studio.
"How rich are you?!" I said, almost fainting.
"Um....my dad owns this company...and so....we're pretty damn rich." Jeydon said, chuckling.
I nodded, and headed straight for the recording studio. "Wow..." I whispered.
"I actually recorded some part of a song...but I need a girl to sing with me....it's a duet."
"What's it called?"
"Us."
"Very original." I joked.
Jeydon actually laughed at my attempt at humor. I knew I seemed like this, depressed loner, but really, I just need someone to make me smile, and make me feel safe. I just never know if someone can anymore.
"Maybe we can learn it all soon, but not today. I just want you to feel...homey?" he attempted to say.
That's where my hope sank. I can never feel at home.
No matter where I go, or where I've been, I've never felt at home. Home is where you see your mom and dad, smiling at you because you just got home from school, and hugging them as tight as you can, and telling them how your day was. Home is where you see a family, people who love you and care for you more than anything in the world.
Home is where you can sometimes you can escape the cruel and cold world around you.
I looked down at my feet, and tried to leave the room. "Are you okay?" Jeydon asked me.
"I'm fine." I lied.
I could tell he was staring at me with those green eyes, as I left the room. I heard his footsteps behind me, and he said, "No you're not. What did I say that upset you?"
"Nothing." I said, trying to hide my voice cracking.
"Meghan," he began. I stopped, and he made me look in his eyes. "Just tell me. I'm sorry for whatever I said."
"Jeydon, nothing is wrong, I promise." I lied again, and made my way up the stairs again.
Later that night, I held the picture of my parents and me in my hands again.
'I just want you to feel homey.'
Those words stung me, for some reason. In my mind, some people's mouths were like guns, and their words are bullets. The only time I can dodge them, is when they aren't shot at me.
I fell asleep after, dreaming of life when I could actually smile all day, for a reason.
(READ PART TWO.)