Over the years, Rose has learned how to be self-reliant. Her childhood had been lonely and unforgiving to Rose. However, she survived coming out the other end as a strong-willed and intelligent young woman.
After a series of bad choices, Rose's fami...
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Going into the house, I didn't know what to expect. I'm spent on my socializing for the day. I watched TV, went out to lunch, and mended a friendship. I don't think I can handle any more high-pressure conversations.
Dane and I went through the gates and up the driveway. We got out of the car and walked towards the front door into the house. Immediately after walking in, you could hear Matteo's loud laugh throughout the first floor.
I look at Dane, questioning where they could be. The sad part is he probably knows his way around this house better than I can. However, I'm not exploring this unknown place, one of my number one rules after being in foster homes most of my life. Stay in your place and your place only.
I could tell you all day about the rules I set for myself while I was in a foster home. They were pretty useful for survival. Being another face and name wasn't something I wanted. I may act stupid and irresponsible, but I follow these rules strictly.
It's ironic, really. The small freedoms I do have rules set on them too. At first glance, I seem like a rebellious teen when I'm just looking to live the only way I know-how. I want to have fun, with or without anyone's approval.
Dane led the way to what looked like an at-home theater. Holy fuck, at this point, I'm just going to assume this family is fucking loaded.
They seem to be watching another stupid movie that I do not know the name of. We should probably assume I haven't seen any recent movies. That's what you get when you are fucking poor, disturbed, and up until recently, someone without a family.
Enough about me, let me tell you about how much a dumbass these people are. Matteo is placing stuff on top of a peacefully asleep Lucifer. He is going to be pissed off. There are four separate blankets on top of him. Seven different pillows are meticulously placed all over. It was painfully hilarious.
Destructive and supposedly violent Lucifer is covered in blankets, pillows, and popcorn buckets from their movie snack. I let out a small laugh. Dane and I still at the door, no one aware of our arrival. I could barely contain my laughter watching Lucifer wake up and fall off the recliner he was happily sleeping on.
His face was unbelievable. The few stages of rage, I would call it—confusion, mad, realization, and then lastly, rage. Lucifer stood up from his awkward position on the floor and charged at Matteo. Everyone spread out away from Lucifer's target.
Lucifer crashed into Matteo, landing into one of the many recliners in this overly glamorous room at full speed. There was a ton of yelling going around, and Carlo egging them on. It was like a full-on brawl. Dane and I just stood and the doorway and witnessed the chaos. Popcorn was flying everywhere, and Matteo was apologizing profusely.
Suddenly, there was a large crash; someone's glass of water fell off the end table. Everyone stood still as if they were stuck in time. I couldn't hold in my laughter any longer. I let out a stomach curling, face wrinkling, full tooth laugh. This made everyone turn towards me, looking even more shocked when the pair broke the water glass.
