MollieMy life has never been perfect but I’ve made it along with what I needed. I had a roof over my head, food on the dinner table, and clothes on my back. Having just what I needed was nearly a blessing though. It kept me humble and compassionate. I’d give them the shirt off my back if they needed it, Moll, I can hear my older brother Dreven saying in my head. I know people have had it a lot worse than me, but my life wasn’t exactly where I wanted it to be.
I have always felt alone. Dreven died just before my high school graduation, and then my parents passed away shortly after him. My brother was my best friend, my protector, and he always took care of me the best he could. I looked up to him and now… I felt like a part of me was missing. He was there to fight off the bad dreams, and scare away any boyfriends that could’ve been. He taught me how to defend myself, but to never start a fight, only finish it. Yet, most people think I couldn’t hurt a fly, and they’re right. I hate seeing people hurt, especially now.
My father never had a job, not a real one that I could remember at least. He had always found odd jobs when he got bored or when he wasn’t doing drugs. I didn’t get to spend as much time with him as a daughter should get to. He was always preoccupied with riff raff and meth was the thing to shoot up in my hometown.
My mother, on the other hand, was hardworking and compassionate. She did whatever she could to make our life comfortable, but it was hard to make up for my father’s part.
I had big plans for my future. I would go to college, get a good job, and take care of my family. I would’ve saved my brother and showed my mom how much I appreciated her. I had owed them that much at least.
Now here I am, on my way to stay with a man I’ve never met. He knew my mom, apparently they went to school together, and this was my only choice. I didn’t have any other family around and mine had died. I’m still going to college but I had missed the deadline for registering for housing, hence the need to live with this man.
My car was packed to the brim full of clothes and personal items that I got from my house. I couldn’t save much because I don’t have a place of my own to put it, but I tried to gather a few of my parents and brother’s belongings.
Of course, this day had to match how I felt. It was raining, dark, frigid, and I had to drive three hours away to my new “home”. I don’t know how to feel about this. Who knows Mollie, maybe this will be good for you. New people, it’s a fresh start.
Mr. Thomas contacted me a few days ago and sent me his address. He only lived 25 minutes away from Karimine University’s campus, the college I will be attending.
I don’t know what he looks like yet, but from the little bit of information I’ve gathered, he’s around 37. He was at the top of his class, so he was able to obtain his PhD a little earlier than his colleagues, or so the article on the college’s website stated. I can only imagine that he’s not very excited about housing a student right before the semester starts.
I’ve always had to be responsible and hardworking, to not add to the craziness at home. Being towards the top of my class, I graduated with a 3.87 GPA, and I participated in as many clubs and sports as I could afford. My favorite sports to play were volleyball and softball. I was so passionate about softball. I managed to make varsity my freshman year of high school, and I was a captain by the time I was a sophomore. I was hoping to get a scholarship to school to play softball, but for some reason, recruiters didn’t come to my high school. That would’ve saved money if they had, I rolled my eyes while I started the engine. I backed out of my-used to be mine-gravel driveway, and started the journey.
I didn’t want to be reckless at school, but I wanted to try to have fun at least, get the chance to breathe without the weight of the world on my chest. I had to make the best of it. Hopefully, I would be able to make a few friends or join some clubs.
After about two and a half hours of driving, I had to stop at a gas station on the side of the road to fuel up my car. According to my phone, Mr. Thomas’s house was a straight shot from here. He lived a little ways in the country but the drive to town from his house wasn’t tiresome. The scenery was beautiful with trees, streams, and fields of flowers surrounding both sides of the road.
I always admired the countryside, especially since I lived in a rundown house in the middle of town. Two neighbors had meth-labs in their houses and they blew up. That was all I could take.
Thankfully, the drive was short and I made it to a long pavement driveway. His house was absolutely gorgeous; it was breathtaking. It was a two-story brick country house with a pool and a hot tub outside. The garage was connected to the house, and looked like it could fit three cars at least. It was surrounded by trees, keeping it secluded from any neighbors that might have been around.No one in my hometown had a house this nice. The closest thing to this was the houses on the outskirts of town, for those who couldn’t be seen near anything less than perfect. The ladies at church would’ve envied this house.
Life can be hard, but it has to be what I make of it. I’m not sure what is to come from this next chapter in my life, but I definitely wasn’t prepared for who I saw open the front door.
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