Lenis pov
I stared out of the window. The sky was gray and dark,just like the storm raging in my head. People don’t understand me. They just see the disobeying aggressive kid but don’t see behind it. I’m trying to get a hold on my emotions but I can’t i just get angry and then I explode. Im in the car of my social worker. After my parents died in a car crash mi big sister Lisa agreed to take me in. We are driving through a street with lots of villas and then the car pulls up next to a giant white villa. I get out and start walking towards the house. When I get there I hear that my social worker is driving away. I sty unfrosted of the gate and take a deep breath then I ring the bell and wait.
After a while I hear footsteps and see Lisa walking towards me. When she opens the gate she pulls me into a embrace and I smell her perfume. It smells familiar like the typical Lisa sent and I feel relieved that she doesn’t look at me the way others do as if I where a Bombe exploding soon.
„Come on in,“ Lisa says softly, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze.
I nod and follow her through the gate. The garden is huge, with perfectly cut grass and colorful flowers lining a stone path. Everything looks expensive and way too perfect. I shove my hands into my pockets and keep my eyes on the ground.
When we reach the front door, Lisa opens it and steps aside so I can enter first.
The inside is even bigger than it looked from outside.
A giant staircase curves up to the second floor. The marble floor shines beneath my feet, and a massive chandelier hangs from the ceiling. The walls are painted white and covered with paintings that probably cost more than everything I own.
I feel completely out of place.
„Wow,“ I mutter before I can stop myself.
Lisa laughs. „Yeah, it’s a bit much.“
A bit much was an understatement.
She leads me upstairs and down a long hallway. My footsteps echo against the polished floor.
„Most of the rooms are empty,“ she explains. „I’ve been meaning to do something with them.“
We stop in front of a white door near the end of the hall.
Lisa smiles at me.
„This is your room.“
For a second I just stare at the door. My room.
No foster home.
No temporary bed.
Mine.
Lisa opens the door.
I step inside and freeze.
The room is bigger than my entire bedroom at our old house. A large bed stands against one wall, and across from it is a desk beside a tall window overlooking the garden. There are shelves, a wardrobe, and even a small couch in the corner.
For the first time in months, something inside me loosens.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Then my eyes land on something sitting on the desk.
Something that definitely hadn’t been there by accident.
And suddenly my stomach drops.
„Lisa…“ I whisper.
„What is that?“