Samantha Benson, an 18-year-old starting her freshman year of college. She is not bright, far from being a prodigy, but she is dedicated and responsible, or at least she was until she moves in with her stepfather and his son, Nick. When she arrives at that house everything changes. Someone changes her and everything she thought was the most important thing, ceases to matter. Nick would turn her world upside down. What if someone destroyed all her dreams? What if someone took away her lifelong habits, everything she had worked for and turned it into mere passion and desire? It would devastate her, tear down her world and create infinite possibilities. Samantha is going to discover what it is to fall into the depths of her mind and also what it is to rethink a thousand times what she knows, and all for love.
View MoreI woke up early in the morning, which was rare for me, considering I loved sleeping more than eating and that's saying a lot.I decided to make the most of the day, take a bath, change and go for a walk around the neighborhood, the weather was perfect and I loved the fact that the sun's rays were nowhere near the sidewalks, it was too early for that yet, besides, the trees were gigantic here, just like the houses.My home was humble, an ordinary house for three people, on the other hand, the houses here, you could fit twenty people and live peacefully without having to see their face all day long.You wouldn't find a single piece of garbage around here, it was all completely clean, as if this place was just there to give a nice decoration to the planet earth.Thinking about the stark differences between Seattle and England made me miss home even more. While I wanted to get away from my mother, I didn't want to leave Jhon. Nor did I want to leave Marcos. And I hadn't spoken to Angel si
‘Chapter 6I was anxious. It was thirty minutes to five o'clock and I still hadn't decided what to wear. If Nick had told me what places he had in mind, maybe, by now, I would have a notion of what to wear.I opted to wear a t-shirt of my favorite band, Paramore, and jeans. I was grabbing my cell phone when there was a knock on the door. From his brute way of knocking, I knew it was Nick and so he wouldn't keep insisting causing my hair to stand on end, I opened it right away."Come in, I'll get my stuff and we'll go," I answered grabbing my bag.Look at what Nick was wearing. He's wearing jeans and a pretty tight t-shirt where I can see his whole chest and abdomen."I'll pay," he commented as I left the room.I shook my head several times. No way. I wouldn't feel comfortable at all. "I appreciate the offer, but I prefer to pay,”"No...”"Nick thanks, but no," I said in a curt tone. I don't like people paying for me, even if it's out of chivalry."Do as you please," He spat and went d
Chapter 5I was never very good at cooking. Yet here I am, trying to make a recipe I saw on the internet.For many months now I have been obsessed with the delicacies that Asians prepare, not necessarily when it comes to raw fish, but cakes and especially pancakes. They make them so fluffy it hurts to look at them and not be able to touch them. God, I swear I'll make one and squeeze it all day until it's inedible..... That is if I don't light the stove on fire first.I have to separate the yolk from the white... Whisk... What else was it?I never had time to devote to this when I was at home, but since I have nothing else to do here other than be on my cell phone and watch TV, I might as well find out if I have any culinary skills at all.Olivia's kitchen was huge, she could easily be on some TV show teaching me how to make these pancakes. It had two microwaves, a refrigerator bigger than four of me put together, a sort of black marble countertop in the middle of the space, where you
Chapter 4I've been here for three days now and I haven't done anything productive. For example, this afternoon I sat on the couch for three hours watching Friends and only moved from the couch because I was hungry.I turned off the TV and went to the kitchen to get something to satisfy my craving. I don't eat well at all, I have no appetite lately, I miss my brother and my house so much. Being here watching TV on the couch all day is not very pleasant and not fun either.I haven't seen Nick since yesterday afternoon when he locked himself in his room. I know he went out because I heard his door open, but I didn't see him come back.Will she be in her room, should I go find out? Actually, the idea of being alone in this house scares me. It's gigantic for just one person and every time you take a step, you can hear the sound echoing throughout the house.I'm childish, but I've seen a lot of horror movies, okay? Bad things always happen in houses like this and I don't want to have my th
Chapter 3The obnoxious ringing of my cell phone started to be heard all over the room. I took it from the small table next to my bed and put it to my ear still lying down with my eyes closed."Hello...”" Samantha, it's eleven in the morning, are you still lying down? " My mother's voice made me jump up and out of bed."No,”"I told you, just because you're no longer living under my roof doesn't mean you no longer obey my rules.”I wanted to contradict her. Inform her that I'm 18 now and legally I can do whatever I want, but I was going to argue with her again and I'm really not in the mood to do that. According to her rules I should have woken up 4 hours ago."I know, mom. I'm sorry, I was up late getting my things settled in here and I was exhausted, " I heard her let out a big sigh as I rounded my eyes."It's okay, I don't want it to happen again.”«If it does happen, you'll never know.»"I'll know Samantha.”«Damn, she's a witch.»As I held my cell phone to my ear I went to the c
The goodbye with mom was heavy.She asked me about a hundred times if I didn't forget anything and if I needed more time to think about whether I wanted to go to a university so far away from home. A hundred times I replied that I was sure, but she kept insisting until I got on the plane.If I had just said I needed time to think about it, I'm sure she would have given me a speech that I had to be strong and that I was sure I could do it. In short, she only asked me that because she wanted to play the role of an understanding mother, but she never was. She wants that college even more than I do.I slept most of the flight, the sleeping pills I bought myself were amazing. I'm not one to use those things, but I have a horrible fear of airplanes and more so today that I'm traveling alone, at least the other times there was always my mother's wrist or my brother's hand to break.Lacking them, I'll just say that I left a slight sag in the arms of the seat.When I got off the plane I was a
"Mom!" I yelled as I ran downstairs to find the tense woman typing on her laptop with a stack of papers around her.She was in finance and it was not uncommon to see her trying to ignore me as she worked. She seemed to forget that she had to be at the airport in less than an hour and that we wouldn't see each other again for a long time. It didn't matter. We barely saw each other despite living in the same house, she would only make an appearance to harass me by asking me about my studies or my private life."Mom?"She turned to look at me and gave me a smile, leaving me totally petrified.Why was she smiling?It was enough to see my expression at that reaction on her part to realize that I was not used to even the slightest sign of pleasant response from my mother towards me.It could be considered a typical teenage mother-daughter relationship, where they didn't get along, but it wasn't at all common. We never fought, because she terrified me, just one look from her could make you f
I always believed that the butterflies everyone talks about were pure sentimentality, that there was no such thing as someone capable of making your heart beat so loudly that you feared half the world would hear it.I mean, I had a boyfriend; it was clear to me that those sayings about love were an exaggeration brought on by the nerves of starting a new relationship.I thought I knew everything.There was no way I could believe that with a simple touch, the skin would bristle, come alive and become so sensitive. I never believed that a person could make you feel so weak, strong and stupid all at the same time. That was meant for people who are driven by stupidity and immaturity.I never thought I would be one of those people.In high school I was at the top of my class, even if it took me much longer to learn than the others, it was the truth, I spent day and night studying. I had a few friends, it wasn't something that bothered me, I didn't have time for them anyway, I already had al
I always believed that the butterflies everyone talks about were pure sentimentality, that there was no such thing as someone capable of making your heart beat so loudly that you feared half the world would hear it.I mean, I had a boyfriend; it was clear to me that those sayings about love were an exaggeration brought on by the nerves of starting a new relationship.I thought I knew everything.There was no way I could believe that with a simple touch, the skin would bristle, come alive and become so sensitive. I never believed that a person could make you feel so weak, strong and stupid all at the same time. That was meant for people who are driven by stupidity and immaturity.I never thought I would be one of those people.In high school I was at the top of my class, even if it took me much longer to learn than the others, it was the truth, I spent day and night studying. I had a few friends, it wasn't something that bothered me, I didn't have time for them anyway, I already had al
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