The Bigger Better Beta

HOMECOMING

Rihannah's pov

I had always been a fan of trying new things, a fan of experiencing new emotions. Perhaps it was why I ventured into many different clubs at school, and dropped a lot of clubs after the initial love was gone, but one thing I never stopped loving was martial art and the ability to fly.

I remembered the first time I had entered a plane. It felt so peaceful and I just wished I could open the doors and jump out, allowing my body to soar in the skies.

But that wasn't the case, today was not eventful. The plane ride back home felt like s**t. I felt so empty. Never had I been so disconnected with the world. I had heard the sound of the person beside me and I knew that whoever he or she was, the person tried to make a conversation. But honestly, I wasn't even in the mood, it took three tries before the air hostess even got to me.

Madam, madam , the plane has landed. Miss, miss!

Four tries, I guess.

I broke out of my reverie, looking confused, till my eyes landed on the tag that exposed the woman in front of me as a staff of Erenyeager Airport.

It was then that I remembered I was on a plane and noticed that I was the only one left in the plane. The other passengers had long gone.

"I know it's not in my place to ask but are you okay miss?" The air hostess asked while helping me get up from my seat, from the way she was looking at me, she seemed genuinely concerned.

I bit back a sob as I put on my best poker face.

Um yes, thank you I told her. I couldn't tell her what was going on in my life. This wasn't some cliche novel where all that s**t happens. This was reality.

She still looked skeptical but she helped me to my feet, seeing me out.

The breakup with Brydon had hit me so hard, it hit me as much as Lucinda's death.

I guess Lucinda was all that important.

Whose Lucinda, you ask?

Well, I guess now will be a good time to do a proper introduction. Yes it's been three chapters but hey, so what?

My name is Rihanna Simmons Silverstone, adopted child of the Silverstone family. Although, I'm never allowed to use the Silverstone name outside. My family is a very secretive type. I still have no idea what they do, I knew for a fact they were far from normal, members of the family had some kind of superhuman abilities. I could have found out more but when I was thirteen I was sent out of the house by a collected decision of the family. Sent to Arizona with a maid called Cecelia, Cecelia took care of me till I was eighteen before she straight up just disappeared leaving me to fend for myself in college and monthly allowances.

If there was one peculiar thing about the family was that, just like our name, we had this irrational love for silver. The family houses, the steps, the floors, all laced with a hint silver.

I had two sisters. Lucinda and Clara.

Lucinda being a bit older than me.

Just like every single Silverstone, Lucinda wasn't a die-hard silver fan, in fact, she lived a semi normal life, that is, as normal as she could get in the Silverstone house, till she turned thirteen, then she was taken somewhere. After she came back, she was practically all dressed up in silver all the time.

For me, Lucinda had always been my hero, I loved the way she carried herself, it was one of the reasons why I loved being badass anyway. She was the first person who showed interest in me, giving me a few pointers on fighting.

And to hear she died really hurt.

I gently wiped the handkerchief over my already swollen eyeballs, I was pretty sure my eye looked like swollen puffs but I didn't really care. The week has officially been the worst one so far in my entire life. First my boyfriend of three years unofficially officially dumps me without a bloody explanation, then I find out Lucinda's dead.

I got down from the plane and into the airport. Looking around for any clue as to get back home. I knew none of my family would be here waiting for me, none ever did have time to spare.

Instead, I knew the family wouldn't have time to come see me. They were always busy and would most likely send someone. And to confirm my suspicions, I looked around, seeing a man holding a placard.

Rihanna. S, it wrote.

I began walking over to him, in as much as I was dissociated from my surroundings, I still noticed the man give me a once over as if judging whether or not I was a Silverstone.

I got that a lot from the extended family. At a glance they seemed to know that I wasn't even Silverstone. It was how everybody had known I was adopted. Apparently, I didn't carry the grace a Silverstone had. My aura was much more different, whatever that meant.

The man helped me with my luggage then ushered me into the car.

Not too long after, we were riding into the now familiar roads of Pine Grove City. It's been a long time but I surprisingly recognize each and every single turn.

Passing the Sheriff's office, the church, the small houses. Everything was just the same as I remembered, nostalgia washed over me. As children, we weren't allowed to leave the mansion so me, Lucinda and Clara had often snuck out of the estate, just to enjoy something as simple as watching people perform their everyday life.

Perhaps I was the luckiest out of the sisters when grandfather and the family had decided to send me far away from the Silverstone house, but in all honesty, the life of freedom was never truly completed without my sisters by my side.

I tried not to think about it. It meant I would have to think about Lucinda. A small tear formed at the corner of my eyes and I wiped it off. I wasn't going to show any sign of weakness in front of anybody.

The estate wasn't built all to far from the airport, both the estate and airport were located in West Virginia. West Virginia was a alppacaine area and the estate was built around mountains and marked private property, this was to prevent people from entering. The Silverstone was a very secretive one.

Honestly I was feeling a bit jittery as I was coming back, I wasn't so k3n on coming back to a family that pushed me away, but as the car pulled up to the house, thoughts like that expelled from my brain, I couldn't help but break into a small smile. Even the house had that distinctive smell to it. It had been a long time, but everything seemed to be how I last remembered.

Waiting for me on my arrival, I saw Meila, our family head Butler, she had on her signature look, a navy suit with cropped pants, a white shirt, a navy bow coupled with black heels. I remembered I used to have a crush on her hot twin brother, Dominic, before he was sent away to only God knows where too. Now that I think about it, a lot of people seemed to be sent to a whole lot of places, that includes me. But the thought of Dominic didn't interest me any longer.

From back then, Meila had this emotionless and impassive personality, if I remembered correctly. At times I mistook her for Judy from KC Undercover, but without the sass.

I broke into another small smile. "Nice to see you Meila"

"Welcome home Miss Simmons." Meila said as soon as I stepped out of the car onto the gravelled floor.

There was nothing, no kind of warmth in her voice, she was always so impassive as nothing seemed to impress her.

I could have imagined it but she looked at me with a weird expression. But I just brushed it off. This was Meila we were talking about. The family butler robot girl. No way did she care about anything.

"I was told to settle you in." She said.

I nodded. Following her inside. We continued walking in silence. After all there was really nothing to talk about.

The house seemed like it hadn't changed since then.

Passing the ground foyer, the flooring had an imatriculate marble floor, with bright silver chandeliers that would have looked good if it lighted up the place brightly, however I knew grandfather preferred dimmed lightening.The grand foyer extended into a beautiful arc setting the luxurious tone of the mansion, the arc lead into the main living room.

I had seen the mansion many times as a child but I had never seemed to come to terms with it's beauty. On the wall hung a picture of grandfather. His gloomy picture looking down as if criticizing me. The room was a bit dark and the two distinct color of his irises seemed to be blazing into my soul.

I shivered.

"This way please", Meila said while pointing to one of the four staircase at each corner of the living room. "There really isn't time for all this."

Once again, although sounding polite on the surface, she said it in an all too not polite manner, that I was starting to wonder if I did anything wrong.

Wordlessly I continued following her, till we got to a door I didn't recognize.

Your room was prepared for you in advance. I hope it fits to your liking. Meila said about to leave but I stopped her in her tracks.

"What about Dad? When do I get to see him. Since dad was the one who called me, it was only right that I met him soonest."

"Mr. Klause," she corrected. Although it sounded more like she was berating me for calling him dad.

What was her problem, I thought I had known Meila as a child, I didn't know what happened in the last six years I was away but she was acting strangly.

"Mr. Klause will see you later, for now he requires that you get comfortable. Everything is to your liking and grandfather also requires that you do not work. You are to rest and be well fed."

She didn't even give me time to barely formulate a response as she slammed the door in my face.

Okay, absolutely normal. I signed. Dumping my bags all on the hardwood floor.

An eventful plane ride and a warm welcome, Meila had changed her personality towards me. What a lovely homecoming.

Turning around, the first thing I noticed was the silver chandelier hanging from the ceiling, my room was really beautiful, the room I was in was much bigger than my childhood one. Unlike the latter which was painted in a light pink shade, this one was silver color like the rest of my sister's room.

The room was painted in a dark silver color, it contained sparse furniture, only what was necessary. A bed, chair, table, a wardrobe and a mirror.

I walked to the wardrobe, and surprisingly, they were stashed with 'Silverstone' material clothes as Grandfather would call it. They mostly consisted of tailored silk and high class dresses. There were collections of perfume neatly placed on the stand.

I frowned, something wasn't adding up. As a child, grandfather rarely cared about the kinds of clothes I wear so why then would he decide to stash my room with these kinds of dresses and jewelry.

Deciding I was maybe overthinking things, I turned around and glanced at the mirror noticing my hazzedled frame, my eyes were still very much reddened, a sure sign that I needed to rest, I had not had a good rest for the past week, because of Bryndon and Lucinda.

I mentally berated himself for thinking about him. I had never had a relationship before I dated Brydon, but I knew I shouldn't think about him this much, but the more I tried, the more I found myself dwelling on the rejection instead.

Would he accept me back if I say the opposite of those words he forced me to say. I really wanted to find out, I really wanted to see him again but something in me knew that he had dissapeared. After the last text, it was like he cut all connections to me finally.

Pulling out of my thoughts once again, I decided a shower could help clear my head, not that i was certain it was going to do anything, I remembered Meila telling me not to do anything and I genuinely wondered why again. Didn't grandfather not like me. I was surprised he hadn't even sold me yet like all those cliche romance stories.

I began to remove the band on my hair, when the door was open abruptly and in dashed in a figure.

I gasped, the towel in my hand falling to the floor.