CHAPTER:8

BEYANCA'S POV

It was a short flight from San Diego to here. It was almost of about only an hour but I was still quite tired.

Okay listen to me first atleast!

I woke up early because of that packing and all and then worked the entire day and then this flight.

I'm allowed to be tired.

Anyways, as soon as we reached outside the airport, dad called his driver/friend since as long as I've known, Ross is his name, to let him know that we have arrived.

Oh c'mon! Couldn't he have called him or left a message about whar time we might be reaching.

I want to reach home as soon as possible, and sleep.

And so standing here outside the airport is not settling good with me.

But, fortunately, he arrived in a matter of minutes as if he was just round the corner.

He quickly came out and started helping us with our luggage.

I greeted him with a huge smile which he returned and gave me a pat on my head. Ofcourse he remembers me, he used to take me everywhere when I was a kid. I practically grew up calling him uncle Rossy.

C'mon, I was a kid okay. Give me a break!

And me calling him that never bothered him so piss off!

We quickly settled down in the car and off we go!

Conversation soon started flowing between dad, Brian and uncle Ross. I was not at all interested in the topic or even speaking at all! So I just zoned out myself and rested my head on the closed window. I watched the all-too-familiar streets passing by.

Nothing, absolutely nothing changed.

Except for a few changes, it was all still the same.

Ofcourse dumbass, I wasn't t here for only two years.

I am sounding so poetic as if I was coming here after a decade!

We reached home soon.

Home.

It has been two years since I've been here.

I looked at the all-too-familiar magnificent mansion in front of me. The place where I grew up.

I told y'all my dad is rich.

I lived here for almost sixteen years.

I went inside and nostalgia hit me.

It was all so beautiful and still so same.

All the tiredness flew off my body and I started checking everything out just to see if anything- even the Slightest, have changed or not.

Nothing.

It was all same.

I went up the stairs in flash, literally.

I made my way to my room quickly and opened the door.

The first thing I did on entering the room was slumping down on the bed.

This was my happy place. It always has been.

The tiredness that left earlier came back with a huge yawn.

So I guess y'all will just have to wait until I take a quick nap.

Disclaimer: My naps are never usually quick, based on other people's opinion.

So, you've been warned guys.

Night Night ;)

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I woke up shortly after.

I checked my phone to see the time and saw it was- well quite late.

Wow, I slept for- a while!

I'm not even surprised.

I can easily win a sleeping competition.

I stood up from my bed and yawned.

I looked around everything for the first time since I entered my room to see it was all clean and same and organized.

My room's theme is all dark and black because that is my favourite colour.

Actually my favourite colour is red but when my dad asked me what color I wanted, I kind of blurted out black without thinking.

But yeah, I have been in love with my room from when I first entered it to now.

My dad was thrilled when he came across the news that I'm gonna be a girl. He was excited as he, like every other father, wanted a daughter whom he could treat like a princess, spoil her with everything and Ofcourse- not letting her date anyone till she's atleast 35!

Out of which the third one kinda went out the window, obviously.

I threw it.

So well yeah anyways he designed my room himself. All of it. From the bathroom to study to my walk-in-closet. Everything.

He even designed my nursery. It is beautiful too.

Nonetheless, let's get started with the room tour, which is also my most least favorite part.

As much as I love my room, I hate giving a tour of it.

Still. The things I do for you all.

Phew!

So firstly,

In the centre of my room, by the wall is my king-sized bed of the most beautiful charcoal color. The headboard of the bed is quite big and is of some material I still cannot recognize and remember the name of. It is soft, very soft.

Beside the bed, there are two small tables made up in the design of huge stack of black and white books with white lamps on top of them.

I'm a book nerd guys. It's a fact known to everyone.

My bed was draped in smooth silk black sheets with a white quilt which was laid perfectly at the foot. There were black and white and grey cushions and pillows of many shapes and sizes scattered on the bed.

Just the way I like it.

In front of my bed was a grey couch with a black and white knit rug in the foot. In front of it, slightly higher, was a huge flat-screen black TV on wall.

It is so thin that one wouldn't even notice it until it's switched on.

The right side of my room was made of glass from floor to ceiling.

Although my room was on second floor only, it still gave a nice view.

At one end of the glass wall is a door which leads to my study, my most favourite place.

Even though we already have a nice huge study in the house but my father knew how much I have always loved studying and being alone so he made sure to add one in my room, just for me.

Brian dosen't have one in his room.

He hates it.

I love it.

It's not big but I love it. This place is where I used to spend most of my time.

I still do but earlier this was all where I used to be mostly.

My study was as beautiful as you can think of.

One whole side was of dark wood-colored bookshelves filled with different books.

In front of these, at a little distance is my study table.

It was a medium sized black table with a white-marble texture on it.

It was all arranged and organized with a notepad in the centre, infront of the chair and a pen-stand on the side.

A photo of me and dad and one of all four of us on the right side and one of me and him on the other side.

Guess they only came here to clean the dust!

Behind the table was a big window with in-wall shelves on both its sides. The shelves were a little higher. They were kind of showcase(s) with my trophies and framed certificates ans also some pictures of me with my family and friend.

There were some racks full of mine and his pictures. Some were of us goofing around. Some of when we were just kids.

In the pool, in the garden, on the beach, on Christmas, Halloween, first day of school, many. You name it we have it.

Ofcourse they still did not remove these from here.

Not that I would've wanted them to.

But it would've been nice to not come across these and get hit by nostalgia and remember all those memories.

I'm good at ignoring so that is what we are gonna do.

I don't wanna go down that lane right now.

Let's head out of here!

Now on the other side of my room, there were three doors.

One which led you to my bathroom, one to the walk-in-closet and lastly-my personal favourite for when anyone is in my room- the one which leads you outta here!

Nice.

Anyways, the first up is my bathroom. It was again all black and white. With all the walls of black shin-y marble, everything else was of white color.

There was also a secrer door which led to my walk-in-closet, also the earlier- least visited part of my room.

Not gonna lie, it was huge.

My dad never gave me anything but the best.

I'm so so thankful to the heavens above for giving me all of this.

All of my clothes and shoes and accessories were already unpacked and arranged properly.

The furniture in here was of grey color with white walls.

The theme was all balanced because most of my clothes were black!

All time favourite colour.

Gone are the days of pink. It's black now.

One wall was all mirror and the rest three were shelves or drawers or cupboards or whatever you say it. There was also a long table in the middle of it.

I still don't know what was the need of this thing.

It's kind of a filler-thing I guess.

Huh well,

That's all.

'I need to take a shower, get ready and be downstairs for dinner in a while.' I said to myself and checked my phone.

Shit.

I also have to call Becca and Mike.

Mike won't say a thing but well Becca my darling has got a really really nice temper and she has also been cursing a lot lately.

Guess I should get ready for that as well.

They have left many texts and even a few calls when I was sleeping.

Wow, I really do sleep like a log.

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