Valoreign

Chapter I: The Beginning

Rhea

There was a time I thought everything in life sucked to the core.

I found out since Mamãe got sick, life was too short.

I went through trials and trials throughout my life and if she could see me now, she'd be proud. Here I sit, in the Valoreign mansion, looking at the now lightly dusted room of mine.

This room...what can I say?

It was special. Every nook and cranny about it, was special. It held memories of each passing night and day of the year.

I knew how reluctant I was to come to this room at first. My poor mother was so sick at the time and I quit school at sixteen just for her. I worked so hard and sacrificed so much to support my mother. When the offer came to my doorstep, literally, I almost smacked the man to make sure he was real.

After everything that's happened, it's sort of a nostalgia now. I'm leaving for college and I look to my stomach and think, 'after everything that's happened, I'm so damn happy to get out of this house'.

I hear footsteps grow close to my room and I automatically knew who it was. His heavy but quick footsteps are so recognizable that my heart clenched ever so slightly. I unconsciously graze my hand around my slightly flat belly, due to the slight rise of anxiety that shot through me. It's only been a month and it's still not noticeable. Not that he cares anyways.

I hear the footsteps grow closer and closer until it stops in front of my door. I hear the reluctant hands grab my door's outside handle, rattling them a bit before changing its mind and letting go.

I look out the window once more rubbing my belly slowly as I watch the fountain water shoot up and down continuously. I never asked for what happened to me to happen, I didn't ask for the heartache, betrayal, the love, and excitement during my stay here. However, even though this roller coaster of emotions occurred, I at least got something good out of it.

Granted, I was scared at first but when I found out but eventually the idea of it and the realization brought out a whole new side of me.

I still remember his face when I was about to tell him, regardless of the fear and anxiety burning my nerves. It was stoic and unnerving, like everything in the past year never existed and we reverted to day one all over again. His sea like eyes were cold and emotionless as I struggled to find even an ounce of what they previously held. I needed to tell him, I know I did, but the cold stare bore into my soul and suddenly, I lost everything. I lost the self-assurance I once possessed and instead ran away. He didn't chase me, he just stood there as I walked away with the tears brimming my eyes. I knew then that it was only me in this journey of adulthood. I had to grow up fast once again, but this time not because of my sick mother, no, I had to for the future to come.

I still remember the sweet mint and masculine cologne he would wear everyday. I remembered the way he'd say my name with emotions that he even himself knew he had. The way my hair would be pulled back so he could deliver a sweet and tender kiss on my neck. How the world looked like nothing compared to standing next to his tall but muscular frame. How his dark hair would occasionally fall in the front of his sea like eyes.

Oh his eyes.

They were green just like the tropical sea but blue like the deep. The perfect combination of the colors of the ocean. I look down at my stomach once again and smile, "I wonder if you will get those eyes". I smile lovingly before I see a familiar yellow convertible pull up next to the stone fountain. A familiar blonde appears with her designer bag and glasses. She and a brunette, Latina like me, exit out of the car and start to walk towards the front door. I stand up from my window seat and count the remaining boxes and bags I had before gathering my bag to greet the two familiar girls.

I walk down the wide but suffocating hallway and notice a familiar door that I used to frequent many times. The smell of smoke hits my nose as I pass the door, I cover my nose just in case since it was a health hazard. He always had that nasty habit of smoking when he felt stressed or upset. Now what stressed him out was the real question.

I walk down the grand while marbled staircase of the mansion that only led up to the second floor as my friends greet me with smiles on their faces. Their heels clicked on the black marble floor as they rush to meet me at the bottom of the stairs.

"Rhea!" the blonde one says happily as she envelopes me in a big tight hug. I hug her back before looking to the brunette and repeat the same gesture.

"Hey"

The blonde smiles sadly and shakes her head "He's really missing out"

" Sí, that i***t doesn't understand familia if it smacked him in the face" the brunette says angrily. She huffs and looks to James, our -rather his- butler. "James, could you go see if the movers are here yet? They're late. Por favor?"

James nods and smiles kindly like he always does and exits out of the room. As soon as he leaves, the blonde Stacy smiles and nudges the brunette.

"Cameron, maybe we should go to Rhea's room and gather her stuff before you storm into that i***t's room and curse the connard"

I look at her oddly and she clears out her throat slightly "Shithead, he would especially know since he's such a-"

"Okay, Stacy calm down. Let's just go get Rhea's stuff and be done with this house"

I nod and go back up the stairwell, leading my friends to the room they've been to countless times before. We pass the room that I dread even seeing every time I pass it.

"Ugh it smells like f*****g smoke. Why is he smoking? Does he even care about you? Eso es tan malo para ti. Especialmente ahora"

"Yeah, cause we understand Spanish, Cam"

"I said, it's bad for her, especially now. No one understands French either, Stacy"

I roll my eyes at their disagreement "I'm fine. I'll just cover my nose like I always do"

I pull my shirt up and cover my nose as we pass the smoke scented room. When we were in the clear, I pull my shirt back down and approach my room. I turn the handle and swallow the urge to look down the hallway at that room.

I open it and am greeted with boxes and two giant suitcases. I feel my friends go around me and start to lift a box or two before placing them outside of my room. I walk to a box and bend down to help but, someone or should I say, "Stacy, for the last time, I'm not helpless and weak just because of my condition"

"Well your 'condition' needs you to be in tip top shape. Stop arguing or else I'll bring in the cavalry"

I roll my eyes but I comply to my best friend's wishes "Sorry, mother. I'll put them down"

"Har har, very funny"

A knock is heard as I take a seat. I see dark haired twins with the cheesiest of smiles.

"Did someone call for some movers?" one says with the dimple on his cheek.

The other starts to walk towards me as I sit on top of my old bed and leans down in front of me with a worried expression.

"Are you okay Rhea?"

I smile at him and rub his hair "Yeah I'm fine. It's not like I'm dying, chill"

"Yeah but-"

"Justin, I'm fine. Don't worry about me so much"

Justin is one of the only guys that know about my situation. He found out on a whim and decided to step in (without my knowledge) and tell Stacy he'll be a role model for the people that don't have role models. Yeah, he meant me.

"Oi! Justin, help out Blake and stop being a lazy ass!" I hear Stacy say.

I giggle as I hear him cuss in Korean and scowl, before picking up boxes and moving them outside my room.

When the boxes were out of my room, we walk outside as each of them grab a box or two and walk down the hall, leaving me alone with two boxes. One was significantly smaller than the other so I decided to just stack them both and lift them up.

I struggled to balance the two as I walk down the hallway, the smaller box of the two suddenly started to slip so I leaned to my right to keep it from falling but instead I bump into someone, causing the box to fall off. I was smaller than the first box so I couldn't see what I hit, but as I watch the first box fall, someone catches it and places it back on top before taking the bottom and lifting it away from me.

"Thank you-" I pause when I finally see who it is. My heart beats faster as I feel bile in the back of my throat.

"Let's go" he says in his deep voice, giving me chills down my spine as my quivering lip becomes more noticeable. I bite down on it to stop the quivering as I follow him, watching his muscular back flex as he walks.

We got to the elevator and stand in a pregnant silence before the bell rings while opening the doors. We walk to the open front door where the actual movers were and our friends.

"Rhea Sommerton, I know you are not with that connard!"

I see Stacy angrily walk up to him and snatch the boxes from him, almost dropping the top one before handing them to Blake.

"Pourquoi es-tu ici?" she asks while crossing her arms.

"Je suis venu pour aider" he replies emotionless. He then turns to me as I walk past him and next to Stacy.

"Thanks for helping me"

He sighs and closes his eyes before looking back at me with emotionless eyes as usual.

"Anything, to get rid of a rat" he then turns around and heads up the stairs. I feel Stacy push me back slightly before struttig towards him angrily

"Tu devrais avoir honte de toi!" She says while stabbing his chest with her perfectly manicured finger.

"Je connais" she stops ans turns around, not before glaring at him.

I look at her confused as to what the conversation was but she hold up her hand meaning 'don't ask'.

We walk outside and I watch Justin put my suitcases in Stacy's trunk. Stacy and I both got accepted into NYU and since it's in the city, Stacy and I decided to live together during college. She also said she'll have enough room for my little surprise when they get here.

"Well that's all we have" Justin says while closing the trunk. I smile at him and give him a large hug before getting into Stacy's car.

"Good luck, Rhea. I'll try to visit as much a I can"

"Thanks Justin"

I say goodbye to Blake as Cameron get's in the back because she insist that I get in the front because of my condition.

I wave goodbye to the staff for the last time as Stacy starts up the car. When she pulls out, I notice a figure in his window and saw him standing there with a hurt expression on his face. He had a cigarette in his hand and ran his fingers through his hair. I blink and then notice the figure was gone.

"Maybe I just imagined it" I mumble as I turn my gaze to the upcoming road.

I look back once again and start to remember the first time I came to this house.

The beginning of it all.

Hey! So I hope you liked the first chapter! There was an original but I didn't like it so I changed it up a bit!

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-Reigna

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Dictionary

Pourquoi es-tu ici? = Why are you here?

Je suis venu pour aider = I came to help

Tu devrais avoir honte de toi =You should be ashamed of yourself

Je connais = I know