Blake's P.O.V

I hopped out of my car and looked at the place that I used to call home. It didn't change much. The oak tree outside my old room was still the same. The small lawn in the front was still not cared for and the paint on the old walls kept shedding.

It has been two years since I left the house with my mother when she found out about my dad's infidelity with his colleague. My dad didn't even bother about me when we left. Later, I found out from few of my friends that he had married his colleague who already had a daughter as old as me from a previous marriage. It was not my decision to move back over here. My heart broke into pieces when I learnt about my father's wrong doings and all my love for him went down the drain.

After my mother moved out, she became a drunk, an addict and became more focused on self-pity instead of caring for me. Recently, she was caught in a drunk and drive case and  currently is in rehab. So now I have no one else and have to stay with my 'father' until I turn 18, that is another year. That is pretty much the situation that I am placed in.

I was broken from my thoughts when the front door burst open and my dad came out with a huge smile, which pretty much looked forced, just like mine.

"Blake sweetheart...look how much you have grown over the years."

"Thanks."

I retorted to short answers as I didn't want to spend much time talking to my dad. He tried to grab my bags but I held them away from his reach.

"I can take care of it. Thank you."

Without looking at me, my dad said.

"Honey, I am sorry about what happened. But can we try and start over?"

I didn't know what to say. Seriously? After all these years, all he had to say was 'sorry'? No explanations? Nothing? Did he even know how life was when I was left all alone to fend for mom? Did he even come to help during our financial problems? And now he wanted to start over? Unbelievable!

"I don't know, dad. We'll see..."

I left my dad at the porch and headed for the house. From the inside, the house looked pretty different. All my childhood photos on the walls were replaced with the photos of a blonde girl, who I guess is my step-sister. She looked pretty nice. Who am I even kidding? She looked hot! Like she could be on the 'Teen Vogue' and all the guys and girls would gush over her perfection.

As I was about to walk up the stairs, a woman who seemed to be in her mid-thirties stepped out of the kitchen. She looked startled to see me but composed herself real quick.

"Oh! You must be Blake. Thomas's daughter."

She spit out the word 'daughter', like it was venom.

"Um...yeah."

No wonder dad was in an affair with this woman. She looked like a frigging  model. That must be where her daughter got her looks from.

"I am Sandra. Your father's wife."

Now she smiled. I stepped into the house for a second and now I realized that my new step-mom was of the evil kind. Just like Cinderella's step-mom. The wicked one.

"Yeah...I can clearly see that."

I rolled my eyes and walked up the stairs before she could speak again. That lady was giving me a headache.

I reached the top floor when suddenly the door to my left flew open, nearly crushing my face.

"Excuse Me! Watch the door!"

I exclaimed.

Ms.Perfect came out and looked at me with judging eyes. She clearly didn't like what she saw since she scrunched up her face in disgust.

Her face was caked up in make-up and she was wearing a tight  black sequin dress which was so short that I wouldn't even dream about wearing it. Well...I guess I finally found a 'Regina' in my own house. Wonderful! Who would expect all my bad luck would be cooped up at one place.

"My name is Josephine and it is not nice to meet you."

She spoke in a bitchy tone before sashaying down the stairs. Weird.

I wonder how my dad even lives with these people.

Shaking my head, I drag my bags to the room at the end of the hallway. I opened the door to find my room intact. It was just the way it was, before I left. 

My room had dark colors which gave it an eerie look but it was comfortable enough for my liking. I placed my bags in the closet and sat on my old bed. I looked around my room. It looked untouched and was very dusty. Definitely needed some cleaning.

My eyes roamed over the room, which brought back many memories when suddenly something caught my eye.

I walked towards my dressing table to find a red rose laying on top. I picked it up and suddenly dropped it when I pricked my finger with a sharp thorn. My finger started to bleed and I was about to fetch a first aid box when I noticed a note under the rose.

I was curious so I picked up the note and read it. The white note became splotched with the blood dripping from my finger but all I could do was frown at the letter.

Welcome Back My Love. We Will Meet Really Soon.

~ Yours Truly