Chapter 90

“Trust me, you are not an inconvenience, and besides, this way you and Sierra have a bed here
when you stay now and the boys just sleep wherever they are anyway, they don’t actually need a
bed as I’m sure you figured out last night. Besides, your room is done now and I won’t be returning
anything.” She stopped at the door next to the media room, turned the handle and pushed it open.
It was incredible. The layout was the same as Kota’s room. From the door to the right was an
enormous white four poster king sized bed. The comforter was the same pale blue fluffy cloud that
was on Kota’s bed. There were double doors on either side of the bed, I could see the bathroom
light on beyond one of the open doors. To the left of the bedroom door was the most eye-catching
fireplace surrounded by stones of all shapes and sizes in varying shades of gray and blue. A sleek
TV hung above it, but the best part was the floor to ceiling bookshelves that flanked the fireplace
and were completely filled. Two very familiar oversized armchairs sat in front of the fireplace. A desk
sat between the door and one of the bookshelves, complete with a comfy chair holding my
backpack and the rest of my things from my desk at home. Everything was white and clean, even
the floor was a white washed wood with area rugs to tie in the different spaces of the room. Two
windows let in a decent amount of light with soft white sheer curtains.
“I hope you like it my dear. The boys really did mean well and they know now that your relationship
with your father is not as amicable as they thought. They want to see you happy and were hoping
this may help that along, although they would never be able to put it into words.” All three of us
laugh. “Now get ready for school, all of your things are in the closet and Sierra, I had a few things in
your size put in there as well, you know for time like these.” She winks at us. “Then we have
breakfast waiting.”
We both shower and dress in record time. I organize my bag and we head downstairs to the rumble
of noise I have become familiar with on Saturday mornings. I slip my bag off my shoulder and take a
seat at the large island next to Sierra not making eye contact with the guys even though they have
stopped talking and are all looking pointedly at us. I have forgiven the guys and actually love my
room, but we decided they needed to fester just a little bit longer. The Luna seems to approve as
she comes up and gives us plates filled with food while leaving them to fend for themselves. She
starts asking on how I like my new room and anything else I may need and then moves into other
mundane topics waiting to see who will crack first. It was not who I expected.
“Are you really still mad at us Bite Size, or just proving a point?” Oliver asks from across the room.
“Cause the silent treatment sucks.”
I look right at him. “I was never mad at any of you, I am mad that a major decision was made about
me, without even a thought to consult me. I may let you all toss me around like a shared toy, but this
was a big deal and as much as I am glad that I have some separation now from a bad situation, you
didn’t even think to find out if I would have any reason to not go along with the idea.” They all
nodded their heads. “You don’t know what goes on in here,” I point to my head, “it’s weird for me to
be wanted somewhere, for people to want me to be around, wrap your heads around that. You need
to give me time, and be okay if it takes me time to make decisions and process things. Now let’s get
to school, we’re going to be late.” I jump up and grab my bag before the conversation gets any
deeper.