chemical reaction 4

i did not want to be here. as much as i loved gram this visit is gunna be agony.

it was a 10 hour flight from san francisco to new york city.

and i was beyond tired. we were now into our 2 and half hour drive from the city onto long island coming up on grams house.

i was born here in new york but i grew up in cali. but i remember the freuquent visits out here to see grandma as a kid while grandpa was sick.

but after grandpa died when i was 6 or 7 we never came back out here and grandma never came to cali.

looking up at grandmas huge old gray and blue victorian house brought back alot of memories, i always loved this house, it look so much like a doll house.

grandma is what you could say well off. she got a huge check from grandpas life insurance and it was enough to set up trust funds for myself and my other four brothers that will last us until were in our 60's. grandpa was a well known man across long island he owned i believe four or five resturants, 2 out in the glourous hamptons and a couple others somewhere i just cant remember, and dun dunt dun he also owned a law firm with three branches, now can you say sucessful son of a b***h. all the resturants are still open as well as the law firms but where divided amongst my unlces and cousins.

it was kind of warmer here than in cali. i noticed this as i got out of my grams car and heaved my luggage towards her house.

she seemed to notice that " dont worry it'll cool down quicker than you think summer's almost over here and winter is somthing you are not ready for my dear"

she strolled up to her door unlocking it and proceeded inside leaving me still halfway up the curved driveway struggling with my hundred pounds of luggage.

i heard a car pull up behind me and seconds later a couple doors slamming, i turned my head a little bit to see but regreted it as i lost my balance and fell flat on my ass with my luggage toppling down onto me.

i heard snickering from behind me getting closer, so to save myself from emmbaressment i covered my face with my heads and put them between my knees.

"well look who isnt so snotty and stuck up to good for us afterall" the voice was deep and loud but very familiar.

i looked up at a guy like 6 foot tall and deep green eyes that i would recgonize anywhere "patrick?"

that could not be the same chubby short dirty faced boy i call my cousin.

"well i see that you didnt forget me so whats he excuse for being hudini for wat is it? 7 or 8 years now?"

"oh patrick leave her alone, knowing my sister it was all her fault" my uncle kevins voice rang out from behind me.

i turned my head a little to be greated with a warm smile i remember from uncle kevin " well ceena you have deffinatly grown since ive last seen you"

he came forward taking the three large bags off my lap and setting them down in front of patrick "thank you uncle kevin, it's so great to see you" i said getting to my feet and embracing my uncle in a hug.

"take her bags inside and ask gram were to put them" he said over my head to patrick.

"there her frickin bags why cant she take them?" ouch did he have an attitude.

"patrick william take those bags inside before i put a knot in your head" my uncle said with a firm threating voice.

patrick grunted then picked up my three bags with ease and headed into the house.

"well ceena do tell me why such the sudden visit?" my uncle asked guienely wich kinda of shocked me, so grandma nor my mom had told them what had happened to me.

"overdue visit" i faked a smile

"very very overdue and im glad that witch of a sister of mine hasnt turned you into her" he smiled down at me guiding me into the house.

the day has passed in a messy blur. my room is all the way towards the back of the house near the back entrance. it is deffinatly bigger than my old room. with a queen bed taking up the middle section theres still room for 2 recliners , a big screen, a desk, a vanity, and a long beautiful oak dresser. plus there was a walking in closet that could prolly make another bedroom if there wasnt so many shelfs, then a full bathroom. then came my favorite part there was a huge bay window that looked down onto the beach and out over the great bay. i had already unpacked all of my things wich i had spent the whole time doing. it was a little past nine and the sun was setting leaving the sky a tangerine orange and a flamgo pink swirling together as the essence of the remander of the receeding sun.

my stomach grumbled reminding me i was hungery. grandma has set dinner at 6 but i refused to come out until i was finished packing so she went to bed about an hour and a half ago leaving me to fend for myself.

i wondered into the kitchen and grabbed myself a can of pepsi and took out a hot pocket to heat up.

2 minutes later i was on my way back to my room happy that i was about to eat.

i kicked open my door that was halfway open , odd i thought i closed it, and headed in towards my bed.

stopping halfway across the room i saw a figure laying spread across my new bed, i thought maybe it was patrick but got a quick assurance it wasnt when the person turnt towards me bugged eyed. i dropped my food and began to scream when someone from behind me covered my mouth and restled my arms to my side.

"ceena shut up your gunna get me caught" cames patricks angery voice into my ear.

i stopped struggling and screaming so he let me go and i whirled around to face him.

"what is that in my bed?" i cried out

"it has a name thank you" came a raspy male voice from behind me.

"dude im sorry i forgot to tell you that you can crash here no more, my cousins staying in this room"

" no problem man ill just go hit up petey" now the voice came into my line of vision and was a little shorter than patrick and really scary looking, he was extremly white like milk white, his head was shaved completely bald, his build was very army like if you know what i mean, he wore a black disturbed tshirt with ripped off sleeves, army pants, and black combat boots. most of all that was scary were his eyes they werent any blue or green or hazel or brown they were a scary icy gray that seemed to be filled with hate.

"what are you looking at?" he snapped at me.

i kind of jumped at his snappness so i covered it up by turning to patrick " your gunna me new food you jerk"

"oh pleasee barbie make it youself" he scoofed and laughed with the other idiot beside him.

"alright well while im in there im just gunna go talk to grandma about your friend here maybe he can stay in her room" i said walking past the two and into the hallway.

he quickly grabbed my arm pulling my back into the room "you wouldnt"

" oh i would since im so snooty and stuck up you know?" i sent an ammused smile to him and walked back out the door only to be followed by him and bonehead.

"fine ill make you new food. just keep your mouth shut" he said walking past me towards the kitchen.

i stopped and and gave a smug smile to his back and then to his passing friend.

he looked at my smile in digust " your a bitch" he said.

"and your a prick" i shrugged.

he smiled at what i had called him " no im actually james but prick can work"

"mhm but it'll be dickless i ever find you in my bed agian" i said turning around back into my room to cleanup the mess made of my floor.

what a physco path.