The Reason Why
//chapter six//

     Aimie was just as surprised when she saw the house as I had been. We sat down in the kitchen and had a snack. I hadn't eaten in a while, but I still didn't have an appetite, so I just nibbled.
     "Hey, Cara," Stephanie started. "You wanna go pick a room? I mean, a bedroom. We've got six spares."
     "Uh, yeah. Sounds good. C'mon, Aimie," I said. We wandered up the grand staircase and walked up and down a few seemingly endless halls until we passed a room that looked like it was in use. 
     "This must be Stephanie's," I said. Aimie nodded. Down the hall I saw a bathroom. I decided to take the room that was across from it, next to Stephanie's. It was incredibly spacious, and already had a nice queen sized bed, seating area (completed with a loveseat couch and two chairs), and a nice sized TV. Aimie, Stephanie and Gloria helped me bring all of my boxes up and we unpacked. I put my blue and lime green bedding on the bed, my fuzzy green rug in the seating area, and packed my clothes into the walk in closet - but the closet was so huge my clothes only took up about one fourth of the space!
     "Uhm, yeah, we're going shopping tomorrow," Stephanie laughed when she saw it. I managed to smile.
     "Sure... if I'm feeling alright." Stephanie's excited expression immediately softened and she looked away, nodding. Emotions overwhelmed my mind and heart. Denial and reality were fighting a gruesome battle in my head, giving me a headache.
     "Can I, uh, be alone?" I asked, voice cracking.
     "Right, right," Stephanie and Gloria said, backing out of my room. Aimie looked at me, as if to ask, 'me too?' I nodded and she trudged out, shutting the door behind her. As soon as I was sure they were all downstairs, I collapsed onto my bed and sobbed. I sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed. My heart felt like it was being wrung out like a sponge. Why had this happened to me? What had God planned here, doing this to me? My parents dying in a drunken accident? Dropping me in this house, with these dirty rich strangers? Anyone else would probably be grateful for all of the sudden wealth, but me? No. I desperately wanted things to go back to normal. Being rich didn't heal the hurt. It left me wondering, what was the reason why?

sorry for being MIA a few days! D: been busy. i hope you're all liking the story! you'll soon find out why she's going through this hell.. *wink wink* stay tuned! fave&comment<33333