Love

Love is the sweetest kind of pain.

That's what my mother used to tell me. She would always warn me about the fact that love could break a person.

I honestly don't know why. But now it's too at to ask.

"How much longer Allura?"

I look at the screen of the car to see that there are only nine minutes left of this way-too-long car ride.

"Nine more minutes." I softly tell my little sister Olivia. I hear Olivia mutter a soft 'okay'.

I take a quick glance at my father. He looks stressed. Both his hands are holding on to the steering wheel like his life is hanging from it as his eyes are focused on the road.

My father isn't a very calm person. I have honestly never seen him relaxed in the 18 years that I have known him. Right now, he's more stressed than normal. I can see it in everything he does.

I don't know why he's so stressed, because he never tells me anything. The only thing I can think of is the move.

Because of my father's job, we had to move. I don't know exactly what he does for work, but I do know that he makes a lot of money.

Olivia and my two brothers, Aiden and Logan, really didn't want to move. Neither did I, not because I would have to leave all my friends behind. Never really had a lot of friends, so that wasn't the problem.

I didn't want to move because everything would be new. At home, I knew the way around, around school, and around the city, the city I grew up in.

"Get out of my fucking personal space." Olivia's voice shakes me out of my thoughts.

I immediately turn my head around to see Olivia pushing Aiden against the car door.

Olivia is sitting in between Logan and Aiden because she's the smallest out of all of us. She got very angry when she found out she had to sit in the middle for two hours.

"I'm not in your personal space. I'm just sitting comfortably," Aiden mutters with a sinister smile. Olivia groans and leans her head back.

"Why is Allura sitting in front?" Logan's questions again. This is like the sixth time he has asked this.

"Because I'm the oldest, prettiest, and smartest." I joke with a smile.

"Also the biggest" Logan and Aiden both let out a small laugh and high-fived each other as Olivia rolled her eyes.

I roll my eyes. 

I am the biggest out of all three of them. But that doesn't mean they have to mention it in every conversation we have. I have been bullied about my weight whole my life, which has made me very insecure about it. They know this, but they don't really care about my feelings.

I know I shouldn't care what people think of me, but well, that's kind of my thing, so I can't really do that.

"All of you need to shut your fucking mouth before I make sure you can never open it again." Dad warns/jokes, not taking his eyes off the road.

Well, I think he's joking about the never being able to open our mouths again part.

"What the hell did I do?" Olivia practically screams. 

Dad tears his eyes off the road and gives Olivia a look. "Shut up," He tells her.

The rest of the car ride is silent. Dad rolls his window down when we get to a high gate.

A man comes walking up to the car. The man looks down at the phone that's in his hand and back at my father.

"Mr Heart, I'm going to have to check your car to see if there are any dangers."

My father nods. The man walks around the car as we all stay silent. The man gives my father a nod and then taps on his phone, making the gates open.

When the gates have opened all the way, my father starts driving again. When we get to the house, shock hits me. 

Our old house was very bigger than most people in the city. This house is nothing compared to our old one.

This house is a fucking mansion.

Dad drives the car to the side of the house where the garage is and grabs the remote that's lying on the dashboard. He presses a button so that the garage door opens.

We have to drive down to go inside and when we're inside, dad clicks another button on the remote to make the garage door close.

When the car stops, I take off my seat belt. When I reach for the door, I realize that it's locked. "Dad, the door is locked." I tell him softly, making sure not to raise my voice.

"I know it's because I have to talk to you, idiots." He turns his head to face my siblings and I do the same, not wanting to be excluded.

"I want all of you to go to your rooms. There are papers with your names hanging on the door. After that you're going to unpack your bag, move things in your room, explore the house or whatever you want to do, then you're going to get dressed and look presentable so that you're ready to go at 8."

Silence hist the car. We all stare at each other. After a few seconds, Olivia finally breaks the silence. "Where are we going?"

"Were having dinner with the Silver's." Dad explains before unlocking the door and getting out. We hurry up and open the door to get out of the car.

Who the fuck are the Silvers?

I'm the closest behind dad as we walk open stairs that lead to a door. When dad opens the door, we walk outside.

Dad leads us to the front door of the house and opens it with one of his keys. 

When we were all in, Olivia closed the door behind her before dad points at the stairs that were on the left. "Your rooms are upstairs" With that he walks off into the house.

Logan is the first one to go up the stair, after him Aiden, Olivia and then me.

We all start searching for our rooms. When I find mine, I open the door and walk further into my room. I see boxes full of my stuff and some suitcases.

I immediately walk over to the suitcases and start unpacking them. 

When I was packing my stuff, I accidentally put my phone in one of my suitcases. I honestly don't know for sure, but I'm pretty confident it's in one of them. For the past day, I had to go without my phone. 

Without music.

When I start unpacking the first suitcase, I realize that my phone isn't in there, so I unpack the others. When I get to the last suitcase, I'm very stressed. 

If it isn't in that one, I lose my phone and I know for sure dad will kill me when he finds out.

Relief hits me when I open the last suitcase and see my phone inside. I sigh and pick it up with my charger because I can imagine it being empty. I walk over to the closest outlet and plug in the charger and then plug it into my phone. I leave my phone on the sink that's in the bathroom and walk back into my room.

When I look around my room, I let out a soft 'oh'. 

My room is a mess.

Clothes are laying everywhere. I let out a big sigh at the thought of having to clean this mess.

I walk back into the bathroom and put on some music because I can't do anything without music.

When right where you left me by Taylor Swift starts playing, I start singing along.

I put all the clothes that were in my suitcases in my new walk-in closet. When I'm done with that, I move a few things in my room so that it's more to my liking.

Once I'm done doing the workout, I start unpacking all the boxes and placing the stuff where I want them to be.

I don't have a lot of stuff making my room look empty. I threw away a lot of my stuff a few years ago when my mother died. Everything made me think about her and I was just done with it, so I threw everything away.

Late I regretted it, but then it was too late, and all the things that reminded me of her.

I never bought new things because I didn't want to fill up the place she once had.

I look down at the picture of me and my mom. It is the only thing I have from her. Dad has this picture in his office, so he copied it and gave it to me.

Tears start to form in my eyes. 

I really miss her.

A knock sounds on my door. "Come in," I tell the person that's on the other side of the door after wiping my tears away.

Olivia walks into my room and closes the door behind her as she goes.

She walks over to me before her eyes fall on the photo in my hands.

"You gone have a mental breakdown or something? Because I can come back later." She jokes with a smile on her face.

I guess my sadness is written on my face.

I put the picture down. "What do you want?"

"Do you have a dress I can borrow?" I nod in reaction to her question.

I walk over to my closet. "I miss her too," Olivia announces to me.

I grab a dress that I know is too small for me and walk back over to Olivia.

"But mom would have wanted us to move on, not forget but move on." Oliva continues.

"Thats why this move will be good for you, a new start."

"Thought you didn't want to move?" I ask her, still holding the dress. "Never said I would be good for me." She points out.

"True" I mutter.

I hand her the dress. "You can keep it. It's too small for me."

"Thank you." She says after taking the dress from me before she leaves my room.

I walk over to the bathroom and look at my phone to see that it's almost fully charged. I take it out of the charger and also take the charger out of the outlet. Walking over to my bed, I put the charger and phone on my nightstand.

I look around my room and realize that I also still have to make my bed, so that's what I do.

I grab my phone and walk over to the couch that's in my room. I sit on the couch for a few minutes before I realize I have to be ready in ten minutes.

"Fuck." I mutter to myself as I get up from the couch. I walk over to my closet and pick out a black dress that I have worn for so many dinners already.

My father always has these dinners with his business partners, I and my siblings are invited most times. First, I would put a lot of effort into them, but the more I had to go, the less I wanted to put my time into them.

After doing a whole workout to zip this dress shut, I brush my hair and grab a jacket so I can put my phone and earbuds in it and walk out of my room.

"Hurry up, Allura." I hear Logan yell as I walk down the stairs. I hurry up and walk over to the front door to see everybody standing there already. Dad is looking at his watch, stressed.

When dad sees me, he rolls his eyes and opens the front door. As we walk to the car, my mind wondered about the words Olivia spoke to me.

Maybe she's right. Maybe this move will be good for me.

I smile at the thought.

A new start.