Chapter 12

~ Four days later ~

Signing the final papers, I take the keys and glance up a my new home. It feels nice I suppose, but the feeling of home doesn't really consume me. In time perhaps those feelings will come.

"Is that everything?" I ask, hoping it is, glancing over at the agent with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes ma'am, it's all yours." The agent nods. He talks to me for a few minutes before leaving, letting me settle into my new home.

Exhaling, I head up the cobbled small pathway to the house, unlocking the door to the empty home. The floor is fully tiled, a fresh light grey slate that stands out against the white walls and empty windows. The house smells new, untouched by any other scent.

I like that, I realise.

Closing the door behind me, I head into the house - my house- checking everything out, before heading back to the hotel for my few belongings. The fact that I have to wait three days for my furniture to arrive doesn't bother me, I've slept on worse things than a carpet.

When I arrive back at the house after a small shopping trip, I drop the bags onto the kitchen counter. Emptying out the little food I'd gotten to last the next few days, I stack the snacks and biscuits into a cupboard. Usually I eat proper food, but right now I don't have a fridge or freezer, so snacks will have to do.

Hiding the bag of money upstairs, I sit on my phone and patiently search the internet for accessories, meaning cushions and blankets. I want this house to be cozy, especially since it's just me. Kyles house was too big, and too empty, he enjoys expensive things.

"Don't think about him." I whisper, rolling my eyes.

Settling on a cooking game, I distract myself with childish human entertainment.

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* THREE DAYS LATER *

"Upstairs, last door on the left." I state, pointing upstairs as the two men pass me, balancing a large box between them.

A few of the other workers bring in the rest of my items from the trucks, ticking each item off to ensure I've got everything. It takes a while before everything is in the correct room, waiting to be unboxed and put up. When the men are done, I close the door and head off to the kitchen, unboxing the small things first.

Originally I'd assumed I've got everything, but now I see that I have utensils and no place to put them, which sucks. That was my first bump, after that came the second, along with many more small things that I didn't think to get.

Sighing, I place everything where I want it, deciding to fix it tomorrow once I've bought the small items, and accessories. Folding away all the packaging, I leave it in a pile and move on to the living area.

Ripping the plastic sheets from my couches, I push them around for a while until I find the perfect position. Next comes the table, which is a little more tricky due to not being already built. Thankful for the distraction, I begin building the coffee table, moving onto larger items like my bed which was slightly harder to put together.

Struggling slightly, I cut the wrapper from the new mattress, dragging it out of the plastic and onto the white wooden double bed. Luckily I'd thought to get bedding, so I make the bed knowing I probably won't have the energy to do it later.

I spend the rest of the night putting drawers together and finding the prefect spot for everything. Even though it's a small house, it still feels empty.

Nothing a few decorations won't fix. I convince myself, taking a speedy shower before dropping onto the bed.

You'd think after a week in the woods sleep would come easy, but that wasn't the case. For hours I lay awake through the night, my eyes burning with the need to sleep and somehow my mind wouldn't rest.

Sliding off the bed, I switch in the lights and head downstairs, deciding to busy myself with putting the light shades up.

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"I'll take two of the fluffy white ones, and a grey knitted one please." I state, already picking out the notes from my purse.

It's strange to have things like a purse and bag, I've never had any use for one due to straying from humans as much as possible. Personally I can't wait to get back to the house and strip down.

Purchasing the rugs and blankets, I hand them to the driver standing behind me. Yes, a driver, turns out money can buy a lot of things. He's currently helping me shop for the house, as in carrying the items to the car while I keep looking.

Throwing in cushions and a few nice smelling candles, I move on to another store. As much as I'm enjoying buying things I like, I'd prefer to do it without the humans barging into me every few seconds.

By the time I get back home it's way past dinner, and I stack the shopping bags in the foyer before paying the human his money and closing the door. Tossing my coat and bag aside, I kick off the black wedges and carry the groceries into the kitchen.

Opening up the American style double fridge/freezer, I quickly pack away the items, finally filling the kitchen with both food and supplies to last a while. This alone has me relaxing, knowing I don't need to go into the city anytime soon.

After laying the rugs into place, I add the blankets and cushions to the decor of my bedroom and living area. Personally I love that it's smaller than Kyles huge house, I feel a little more content.

The loud growling of my stomach snaps me out of my thoughts, reminding me of my hunger. Slapping a sand which together for now, I shovel it down my neck as I bang some southern fried chicken into the oven. Pre-made, I know it's not exactly the same as fresh ones but still, food is food.

As I wait for the food to cook, I watch game of thrones online, only into the second season despite all eight being out now. I didn't much time to sit around and watch any programmes with Kyle, I was either cooking, or cleaning mostly.

The episode is almost over when the over dings faintly, so I rush to get the food, feeling starved as I place the tray on top of the oven. Chopping some salad, I add a little sauce and seasoning to it before setting it in a plate with the chicken.

Yes, I remembered to buy the small items today.

Sitting at the empty breakfast bar, I eat my food in the silence of my own home, unsure if I like being so alone.