Chapter 65: Surprise dinner

"Good afternoon, sweetie," Mom says when she sees me in the kitchen doorway. I guess it's not as early as I thought, since she says it's in the afternoon.

"Hi, Mom," I say. I guess this move is really happening and I feel my emotions start to take over.

It's not that I don't like Jackson Riverside. I mean, he was nice enough when I met him last night. I just wish they had warned me what was going to happen instead of surprising me at the last minute.

Who the hell does that? Maybe it's rich people, because they don't have to worry about others, just themselves and what they want, without thinking about the effects their actions have on others. Although if that's true, what's my mother's excuse?

I digress. He's not the problem. It's her stupid son that's going to be a problem. Somehow I know that moving into his house won't be easy for me. I hope for the best, but knowing Rayan , something tells me that everything will go wrong for me in that house. I let out a sigh at the unfairness of it all.

I can't even tell anyone what he's doing to me because who the fuck would believe me? The guy acts like a fucking saint in front of everyone. If I say anything bad about him, I know they'll turn on me. They'll hate me even more in this place and it'll probably be like a witch hunt.

They hate me for something I don't even know. The jerk won't even tell me why he's so angry. His words "I shouldn't exist" still hurt me to the core when I think about it, and I can't stop thinking about it no matter how hard I try.

Why do we like people who aren't good for us? I know I can't be the only one it's happened to. From the moment I saw him, it was like being struck by lightning. I was instantly aware of him. It was a feeling I had never experienced before, and it was very confusing. Maybe that's why his words always cut more than anyone else's insults.

"We'll be leaving in an hour or two, so make sure you're ready. Someone is going to start packing up your room in a little while," she tells me and I nod my head. I'd say I want to pack my things myself, like last time, but I don't have the strength. I think I need another shot of energy to feel better.

"What are you going to do with our stuff? I'm sure Jackson won't want our stuff in his house, since it's probably already full of pretentious furniture," I tell her, and she just rolls her eyes.

"Don't judge. I'm going to keep it for now because we won't need the other stuff. We'll only need our personal belongings, since Jackson will have everything else for us," she tells me.

I nod my head in agreement. I guess that makes sense. The Riverside's probably won't want anything of ours in their house, since we don't exactly have expensive stuff. Mom made a good living working for Jackson's company , but it's not nearly what they're worth.

"Are you hungry?" she asks me.

"No, not yet. I just got up. But I'll have a glass of juice," I reply.

He pours me some in a glass and hands it to me. I sit and sip for a while. The thought of eating makes me nauseous, and if I eat, I'll regain the few pounds I've lost. I don't want that to happen. I just need to lose as much as I can so they stop hounding me about my weight.

Also, lately I can't eat without throwing up. I have to wait until I'm really hungry, on the verge of starving to death, before I can eat anything. I hate it, but I can't hold back either, no matter how hard I try to break the cycle.

When I'm done, I leave the kitchen and head back upstairs. I go straight to the dresser and grab my suitcase. I take it to my room and put it on the bed before opening it. I start packing the things I will need for a few days. Once that's done, I rush into the bathroom and take the pills out of their hiding place. Since the movers will be picking up my things soon, I don't want anyone to find them.

I need more, as I'm almost out of them. I finish stuffing them into the clothes in the suitcase when the door opens and Mom, along with two other boys, come into my room. I close the suitcase and zipper it shut before setting it down on the floor by the window.

"You know you didn't have to do anything. All our stuff will be arriving this afternoon. It's not like we're going very far," she tells me with a laugh.

"Well, it's just in case I get lazy unpacking later," I tell her.

"The boys will be unpacking our stuff too," she tells me, rolling her eyes, but smiles at me.

"Ah. Well, I'll take the suitcase anyway." I shrug. I'm not used to having things done so quickly, or even done to me.

"I know you hated moving here from the beginning and I've sprung this on you at the last minute, but I promise things will be different for us now," he tells me.

Of course. It will be better for her because she's getting married to a super rich guy. For me, not so much. Now I'll be living with my tormentor instead of seeing him around high school, where he's hell-bent on making my life a living hell. Now that will happen whenever and wherever he pleases, since we'll be close.

"I can't wait!" I say, trying to sound excited. But it comes out hoarse. Luckily, she doesn't seem to notice.

Two hours later, we both get into her car, since one of the movers will be taking mine, and start driving to Rayan's house . This is going to be the beginning of something....

This is the moment when my life changes for the third time in such a short time and I am not made for so much change. The first was the move and the second was the bullying I suffered when I started school. Practically everyone hates me. Lastly, the third for now, because I have a feeling this won't be the last change, is moving in with Rayan and his father.

When we get to their house, my mouth drops open. Of course I would live in a freaking mansion, why the hell do two people need so much space? Well, it'll be four now, but it's still huge.

We drive around the circular driveway that has a huge fountain in the center. The facade of the mansion is brick. The design from the outside makes it look like there are four different houses combined into one, but I know it was probably made to look that way.