Playing With Fire

Chapter 6: I Make a Fool Out of Myself

Alright, huge was an understatement; the house was ginormous! Seriously, why does someone need 7 bedrooms, 5.5 bathrooms, a kitchen the size of three of mine, two living rooms, two offices the size of two of my bedrooms, a dining room that sits fifteen people, an indoor pool and an outdoor pool, and yard the size of my house, and a loft the size of my house, a game room the size of my house; just a bunch of things the size of my house, and I have an average size house guys. This place is insane.

Pax decided to take me through the whole house. He probably didn't want me to get lost, but my guess was he was bragging.

"Why does anyone need this big of a house?" I asked. "Not that it wouldn't be nice."

"I sure don't, but my parents think it would make me happy, which in a way it does, but I would much rather have them around than a huge house to make up for it."

"Oh, okay." Sorry guys, I didn't know what else to say! I know you don't reply with oh, okay, when someone tells you something personal, but what else was I supposed to do?

We stopped at the door to one of the bedrooms. "Here, while you stay here this will be your bedroom. It has a full bathroom with a spa tub. The bed is king size, so hope it's big enough for you." Big enough!? Big enough!? What bed is bigger than a king size!? "There should also be towels in the closet in the bathroom, and a first aid kit in the cabinet underneath the sink. If you need anything else just give a yell. Oh, and I'll be right back with a change of clothes for you."

"Thank you," I said. "That's more than enough."

"Don't mention it."

He turned around to leave allowing me to walk into the bedroom, and my mouth literally dropped. Like the rest of the house, the room was, of course, big. It was master bedroom size and was actually bigger than a master bedroom. There was a cream colored, soft looking couch on the right side of the room with a 72 inch TV on the wall across from it, and a fireplace in the wall between them. To the left was the softest bed I have ever seen before in my entire life! I wanted to flop down on it so bad but I restrained myself since my clothes were an absolute mess and I didn't want to ruin the bed. It had cream colored sheets that matched the couch but were a shade lighter. The comforter had some gold designs on it that shimmered under the fans light, and the best part was that the bed had so many pillows. I wouldn't have been surprised if there were fifty.

The room was so gorgeous, it was almost overwhelming. Then my reflection ruined it.

"That's what I look like!??" I screeched.

Have you ever seen those horror movies where there's a creepy girl that has pale and pasty skin with her hair in knots and her clothes in tatters? Yeah, I'm her ugly cousin. To be honest, from the looks of me, I think the squirrel actually won our fight. I had scratches covering my face and arms. There was a deep one that ran from across my forehead all the way down to my jawline. Where there weren't scratches, there were dirt smudges. My blonde hair that I had left down for my date with Asher was in clumps and knots on either side of my head. This is why I wear my hair in dutch braids. The orange jumpsuit that they had changed me into had holes in its arms and torso, my guess from falling down the tree. Like my face, where there weren't scratches, there were dirt smudges, and it looked slightly toasted from the fires. I'm lucky they didn't burn off.

At this point, I could barely recognize myself. The only thing that was familiar to me was my lime green eyes, but even those were wide in horror in the reflection staring back at me.

"Now you know why I asked if a squirrel attacked your face."

I gave out another screech and jumped ten feet in the air while whipping around to face Pax, who was standing in the doorway.