Key To My Heart [Chase Davenport]

Chapter Four

"And this is your room," Bree says after taking me on a tour of the mansion. The door in front of us is closed, but Bree has her hand on the knob. She looks back at me with a grin on her face before swinging it open. "Welcome home . . . sort of."

The hardwood floor from the hallways continues into the room, the dark wood a stark contrast to the light walls. I step inside the room. I am not prepared for the beauty that one room could have. To the right is a gigantic poster bed, nearly filling the entire wall. I can't tell what kind of wood the bed is made out of, but it is so beautiful. The bedspread spills softly over the edge, and I grin when I see that it's my favorite color: teal. 

My eyes travel away from the bed and my grins widens when I see a desk pushed to the side. It is the same wood that the bed frame is made out of, though the chair that is with it is leather. There is a small lamp on it, so I walk forward to turn it on. The light casts a soft glow on the rest of the room, making me realize that we didn't turn on the lights. It's like Bree read my mind; she turns on the lights and says, "Do you like what you see?"

"What do you think?" I ask, spinning around. She's leaning against the doorframe, her face lit up with a smile. "I couldn't stop oohing and awing at the other rooms in this house, Bree."

"I picked this room out for you specifically," she says, a proud look entering her eyes. "When Tasha told me that you and your mom were coming, I had to choose the right room for you if I wanted to be your friend."

"I don't think room choice would make you my friend," I say, giggling. "If you're nice and I like you, then you are my friend." She brushes her brown hair out of her eyes, shrugging slightly. "You have an odd fascination about friendship, though I bet it's because your father sheltered you."

"My father?" she says, frowning slightly. My own smile falters when I see her hesitation. "Oh, you mean Mr. Davenport?" I nod slowly. "He's not my father, he's my uncle. You see," she says, and I can tell she's searching for something, "my real father died years ago, so Mr. Davenport took Chase, Adam, and I in."

"Oh. Tasha told us that he was your father."

"We throw that term around loosely," she says, laughing awkwardly. Her dark eyes are dull now, making me frown. "I'm going to let you settle in now, okay?"

"Alright," I say, forcing a smile onto my face. "Hey, when I'm done, do you want to do face masks with me?" 

"What are those?"

I let out a sigh and say, "Just come here in thirty minutes."

"Do I need to bring anything with me?"

"Nope." She smiles at me and then walks out of my room, shutting the door softly behind her. 

Bree is weird. She seems nice and cool, but why was she so confused about Mr. Davenport? And why would Tasha mix it up, the description about Davenport and the kids? Also, what girl doesn't know about face masks? Things are off here in the Davenport household, and I want to figure it out. 

Right now, though, I need to get settled in, just like Bree said. My bags are sitting on the bed, so I walk over to it and open up my backpack first. Some of my papers had spilled out of their folders during the car ride, so I shove them back into the pockets. I wrap my arms around the folders, notebooks, and papers, and I lift them out of the backpack. I make my way toward the desk and everything plops down onto the wood. I push it to the back of the desk, deciding that I would do some of my homework tonight while the face masks are drying. 

To the left of the desk is a window, so I stop by it. The window has a perfect view of the backyard. The farthest I can see is the water from the small cove behind the house. I reach forward and slide the window up. The salty sea air hits me in the face, blowing my curly brown hair behind me. There isn't a screen in the window, which might be a bad thing on a shorter house, but since I'm up on one of the tops floors, it doesn't really matter.