The Blackwells

Chapter 3

<welcome home>

We pulled up into a driveway half the size of a football field
I looked around my surroundings noticing some familiar things and some not so familiar things

The wooden swing hanging on the big oak tree still hung there
It seemed to be taken care of since the grass was nicely trimmed and flowers grew around the trunk of the tree

What caught my eye was the soccer net in the field and the mini kiddie basketball hoop in the middle of the driveway

I don't recall any of my brothers being five years old
I shrugged my shoulders as I hopped out the car already seeing kale with my luggage In his hands and the chauffeur with the other half of my luggage

I grabbed my purse and headed towards the entrance of the mansion that still managed to look mysterious yet homey and modernized even though it was around centuries old

I stood still on the steps not sure on whether to knock or open the door but before I could decide the door opened almost immediately revealing the same silver eyes only these pair of silver eyes were much more experienced and held a tinge of blue showing the coldness that radiated off them

"Everin" my fathers gruff voice said my name as if it he hadn't said it in years
Like an ancient word to his mouth

My eyes trailed over my fathers complexion
He looked rather the same yet more mature
He had a beard and his body was still buff and muscular which radiated dominance off him
He was wearing casual clothing which consisted of sweatpants and a long sleeved black shirt considering the cold weather in New York. He had on slippers judging from the marbled floors which were probably freezing cold

"Luther" I said mentioning my fathers first name with the same cold tone
I saw something waver in his eyes but it quickly went away just as it came

"Come in" he said staying stoic as ever

I stepped into the house with kale and the chauffeur following behind me

"Thank you Kevin you may bring it up to her room" Father said motioning to my luggage in kal- Kevin's hands

Turns out I really did get his name wrong...

"Your room is the same we have renovated it hopefully it's up to your standards...you can greet everyone else at dinner which hank will come get you for" he said his tone sounding as if he was speaking to one of his employees and not his only daughter

"Hank still works here?" I asked a bit surprised

My father nodded and then waited for my reply "cool" was my response and then I made my way up the luxurious stair case not wanting to be in his unwelcoming presence any longer

Hank was the family's butler
He had worked for my grandparents and had watched my father grow up as well as me and my brothers well....I guess I'm excluded from that equation since he hasn't seen me in 5 years either

I walked down the familiar hallway passing many rooms at once

I climbed the stairs to the third floor and walked down another hallway until I stopped in the middle where my eyes caught sight of a familiar pink door

My mother had painted this door when she found out she was having a girl...I guess my father cherished the memories she left behind in every object as well

I opened the door and my eyes lit up at my room

The walls were still painted ocean blue from when I was ten and wanted a room makeover
I had a king sized mattress in the middle of the room with a white bed post and white and black bed sheets

The same book nook I had still stayed in tact near the window sill
Growing up I had been a fan of fantasy and fiction books with romance and thriller thrown into the worlds that filled my head up with endless dreams and my whole family knew about it

I would skip down the stairs every dinner and indulge them about every book I read every day and they'd listen closely to every detail that came out of my mouth

To this day I wonder if they actually listened to whatever nonsense came out of my mouth or just the fact that their eyes lit up every time they'd see me excited over some dumb book and the way the fantasy land would make me dream bigger each day

Some would say I was the sunshine of their lives from the way everyone would pamper me but I'd say otherwise....after all ever since the incident I was seen anything but sunshine and more like a dark nightmare that haunts them daily

My father sent me away for he could no longer look at me anymore
For I reminded him too much of the woman he built a family with and promised to love until the end of eternity

I diminished those dreams and hopes...and that is why I'm called the black sheep
Of this family...

They won't ever forget that night and they won't ever let me forget it for every time their eyes meet mine I know they see her and not me

They see her laugh instead of me
They see her talk instead of me
With every mesmerizing movement I do all they see is her
And all it does is scar them....her image haunts them in the most daunting,loving and painful way possible because I know that day not only did they lose her but they also lost me

The sun, the moon and its stars had disappeared from their view all in one night and what scares them most is not knowing when they'll get it back...or if they even will in the first place

After all every beating heart in this estate holds some kind of grudge towards me...I can feel it reek off the walls....

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