Annabella's Oblivion (Hard World Tour #1)

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which made his face light up with another smile.
    Later that night, we had a good dinner of fish and even a bit of chocolate for dessert he had paid for with money he’d saved up from his pay.
    In moments like that, I couldn’t have imagined what it would be like to lose Nicky, because if he hadn’t been there with me back then, my parents would have destroyed me.
    I hugged him fiercely in bed and fell asleep with a smile, knowing everything was right in this world, because my big brother made sure it was.
     
    Annabella
    You know that feeling when you go to school or pre-school for the first time, feeling like all those people won’t like you, and you end up all alone even though you all start on the same level? I was afraid to leave the room, but knew I had to do it. I couldn’t stay in any longer, and I really wanted to see the ranch. I discovered I was on the second floor, with several rooms close to mine, and I think there was a bathroom at the end, too. The walls were painted beige, and the fine oak doors and stairs were a deep burnished brown. I slowly went down the hall. My sneakers didn’t make any sound on the soft, carpeted floor as I took the steps to go downstairs. On the wall near the staircase, there were several pictures of a beautiful woman, with green eyes and blonde hair. She was laughing and the photographs captured her well. In fact, all the pictures were of her at different times in her life, some with a small boy, who might have been a toddler, making it hard to tell whether it was Nathaniel or not.
    Downstairs had a vast living room with couches, chairs, and a big TV. Then there was a dining room with a big table and for some reason there was a vase of peonies, my favorite flowers.
    Probably a coincidence, but still I leaned down and smelled them, closing my eyes with pleasure. The house was warm, and based on the climate, I gathered there was snow outside.
    Cold weather wasn’t my favorite season. I grew up in Texas, and winters there weren’t kind if you were a starving kid whose parents didn’t give a shit about her. I pushed those memories aside and went in the direction of an amazing smell, which made my stomach growl.
    For weeks, just the idea of food had made me nauseous. But oddly enough, right now I was starving.
    Okay, maybe not that hungry, but I could use some food.
    I entered the kitchen and there was Marie again. She was humming something to herself as she waved a spoon here and there. She was listening to Beyoncé while cooking something on the stove. She didn’t notice me and even danced a little to the beat. It was so adorable I couldn’t help but smile.
    I cleared my throat and she spun around, clutching her hand to her chest.
    “ You scared me, girl!”
    “ Sorry,” I mumbled, but she just waved her hand dismissively.
    “ No need to apologize. Are you hungry?”
    “ Well, kind of.” She nodded her head and gestured for me to sit down at a big round table, which could seat up to twelve people. I chose the nearest chair to her, sat down, and looked around.
    The kitchen was almost as big as the living room, but it was in a slightly rounded shape. A big window looked out onto the ranch, but it was hard to see anything because of the snow. The curtains were white with yellow tulips, and there was a lot of kitchen stuff that I had no idea how to use. I wasn’t much into the whole domestic thing; Nicky was. Strangely enough, this place had a homey feel about it, and Marie was very efficient inside it.
    She put a plate and cup in front of me and I blinked, my attention snapping back to her.
    “ Thank you.” My body was dying for some coffee. I inhaled the aroma and frowned. “I’m sorry, but I don’t drink tea. Could you show me where you have coffee so I could make some?” She was really nice, and I didn’t want to give her more work than was needed.
    “ No, the doctor said no coffee for you, so I made green tea.”
    Oh, my God, no coffee? How was I supposed to live

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