Welcome to Nashville
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CHAPTER ONE
RONAN
7th of August year 2000
When you hear the name Hawthorne you can only think of two things: Power and Strength.
I can’t decide yet if carrying that name came from luck or misfortune.
But at that time, I am proud that I am the only heir who will carry that last name.
I came from a rich family, from the ancestry of our family to my Dad. You can practically say that I am a privilege kid. And I will do everything to prove to everyone that I am a Hawthorne.
Dad is famous in the field of politics. As far as I know at my age, he is a seasoned and thorny politician so he has a lot of enemies.
This year he ran for Governor in the town of Nashville in Pennsylvania. I don’t know if I’ll ever be happy with the last name I carry, because we moved to a new town. As far as I know, this is where the roots of the Hawthorne’s is, so Dad told me that night that I have nothing to fear because the townspeople of Nashville will protect us because the Hawthorne’s are known and feared in that area. I should feel relieved, but I didn't, I felt scared even more as a 10-year-old kid in a new environment.
We are on our way in our new house that Mom made sure I would like because there are also a lot of kids living there. While we were in the car, Mom pointed out all the beautiful places and sights that there is here in Nashville, and it is true that our place is very beautiful.
I kept looking at Dad so that he could comfort me no matter how scared I was, but he didn't even look at me because he was too busy on his cellphone while talking to anyone.
I know Dad’s dreams are high and he has good plans for our family. He always saying this quote to me “The one who wants the crown will bear the weight of the crown." And as I get older, I understand better what that quote means.
Dad is living with a heavy crown lies on his head right now.
There’s no use to asked questions because Dad raised me honest.
He didn’t leave any filter, he was so always open in everything about me.
I know he’s ruthless and feared and he didn’t even try to hide it.
He always says what’s the point of hiding something from me that when I grow up, I will learn eventually.
I always knew Uncle albert; Dad’s twin brother is a Mafia king. And known throughout the country.
I know Dad and Mom just married because of a fixed marriage. But love each other eventually.
This is the beauty of our family. They won’t hide the truth from someone like me. I realized that what was around me was always true. I realized what kind of family I had at the early age. And they never considered me a child to be taken care of. Because the blood of a Hawthorne runs in my veins.
“How about Uncle albert?” I asked Mom but Dad is the one who looks at me.
"Uncle albert will always visit us, don't worry." Dad answered me but he did not remove his cellphone from his ear.
“That’s good.” I sighed.
Mom must have noticed my sadness and kissed the top of my head. “You will love this place, Ronan. I am sure.”
I smiled at her to ease her guilt.
Soon our car stopped at a very large ancestral house.
My mouth gaped because it is so massive. Thrice the size of our previous home in California.
“This is where the Hawthorne’s were raised, son.” Dad said beside me, smiling proudly.
“This is beautiful.” I told him.
“It is. Come on, let’s get you out here.”
We got out of the car and saw Dad greeting an elderly man in his early 40’s who was next to our house and entered immediately. Mom and I stopped to greet the man. Compared to our house, his house is just a 3-storey house full of flowers and leaves. Small but looks comfortable home, unlike our house.
“Good afternoon, Reverend Sullivan.” Mom greet him politely, so he’s a reverend.
He smiled at me and Mom warmly, but not with that.
“Good afternoon, Reena. It’s been too long.” He said to Mom.
Mom nods smiling “It is. This is my son, Ronan. Ronan meet Reverend Jaimie Sullivan. The town’s one and only Reverend.”
I blessed in his hands as a sign of respect. And he pats my head and chuckles. “This boy’s politeness came from his mother.” He said that I know he is not a fan of my father, but I just smiled back at him. He is a reverend after all.
Mom and Reverend Sullivan talks about my grandparents, As I looked up to his home, I saw a girl as my age looking at us from the window.
She has very black and long straight hair, she’s wearing a white night gown and she’s hugging a teddy bear as she waved and smiled at me. That’s creepy. She looks like the girl from the movie I have watched the exorcist. Just looking at her making the hair on my neck stood up. So I avoid looking up at her.
I decide to let Mom and Reverend Sullivan to talk and roam around our house.
To say this is a house is underrated, this is a mansion.
We also have a very huge garden at the back of the mansion.
As I keep on walking a boy around my age whistles on my direction and run towards me.
“Hey, you the Hawthorne boy?” He asked holding a basketball.
“I am. Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I am James Butler. I am living there.” He points to the massive house same like ours in the middle of the trees behind our mansion.
“Nice to meet you.”
He nods.
"By any chance, do you see a girl there at Reverend Sullivan's house?"
He chuckles. “Why?”
"Nothing. Never mind." I don't want him to think I'm scared so I chose to shrug the feeling.
“Don’t worry, she’s not a ghost or something. She’s Ellora. Reverend Sullivan’s only daughter.” He explained.
“Oh that’s good.” I chuckle.
“I can’t blame you, she looks like an angel or something. Her hair is so raven dark and her skin is pale white. But she’s just like that. But she’s clever and sometimes annoying.”
I nod. “She is.”
“Listen, I heard you’re going to study in Nashville Academy. See you. Glad to have you as my new friend.” He waved goodbye and I did the same.
I guess it won’t be boring as I thought it would be here in Nashville.
I am sure to be friends with James, but I can’t decide yet if I am going to be friends with that Snow white living next door.
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