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Title: {Forevermore} Chapter 7 View count: 71 Rating: 5.0 (1 ratings) Description: Enjoy ----------------------------------------------------- __________Joe's POV__________ I let myself into the house, grab a bottle of water from the fridge, then head upstairs to my room, since I don't have to poke around any further to know Brenna's still at work. Brenna's always at work, which means my brothers and I get this whole huge house to ourselves, pretty much all the time, even though I usually just stay in my room. I feel bad for Brenna. I feel bad that the life she worked so hard for was forever changed the day she got stuck with us. But since my mom was an only child and all of my grandparents had passed by the time I was two, it's not like she had much of a choice. I mean, it was either live with her-my dad's only sibling and twin-or go into foster care and possibley get separted from my brothers. And even though she doesn't know anything about raising kids, we wasn't even out of the hospital before she'd sold her condo, bought this big house, and hired one of the Orange County's top decorators to trick out our rooms. I mean, I have all the usual things like a bed, a dresser, and a desk. But I also have a flat-screen TV, a massive walk-in closet, a huge bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub and seprate shower stall, a balcony with an amazing ocean view, and my own private den/game room, with yet another flat-screen TV, a wet bar, microwave, mini fridge, dishwasher, stereo, couches, tables, beanbag chairs, the works. It's funny how before I would've given anything for a room like this. But now I'd give anything just to go back to before. I guss since Brenna spends most of her time around other lawyers and all those VIP executies her firm represents, she actually thought all of this stuff was necessary or something. And I've never been sure if her not having kids is because she works all the time and can't schedule it in, or if she just hasn't met the right guy yet, or if she never wanted any to begin with, or maybe a combination of all three. It probably seemd like I should know all of that, being psychic and all. But I can't necessarily see a person's motivation, mainly what I see are events. Like a whole string of images reflecting someone's life, like flash cards or something, only more in a movie-trailer format. Though sometimes I just see symbols that I have to decode to know what they mean. Kind of like with tarot cards, or when we had to read Animal Farm in Honors English last year. Though it's far from foolproof, and sometimes I get it all wrong. But whenever that happens I can trace it right back me, and the fact that some pictures have more than one meaning. Like the time I mistook a big heart with a crack down the middle for heartbreak-until the woman dropped to the floor in cardiac arrest. Sometimes it can get a little confusing trying to sort it all out. But the images themselves never lie. -------------------------------------------------------------- COMMENT PLEASE Tags: {forevermore}, chapter, 7, Author: JBluvr2142 |
