Isabella stared out of the car window as David Gray drove her from her hometown of Los Angeles towards his house in Las Vegas. The scenic beauty around her didn't interest her in any way. The tears had dried up after her mom's funeral three days ago. At twelve, she had suddenly become an orphan with nowhere to go to, no one to call her own.
Isabella's dad, Norman Harrington was a lawyer who belonged to an aristocratic British family with orthodox views. They lived in London and Isabella had never seen them or heard from them at all in her entire twelve years of life. Her mom Gloria Porter was an orphan and worked as a waitress at a posh upscale restaurant in Los Angeles. Norman Harrington met her and married her against the wishes of his family.
However, their happiness was short-lived as he died due to a brain stroke when Isabella was just ten. Her mom tried hard to cope up with the loss but soon she was diagnosed with Polycystic Kidney Disease. She had to discontinue work. Since her treatment was expensive, they had no other option than to use her dad's savings. They sold off the house and moved into a small one-bedroomed apartment. After one and a half years of treatment, her mom developed a renal infection that lead to kidney failure and eventual death. After she died, Isabella was left all alone to cope up with her loss. Her next-door neighbor was helpful enough and arranged for her mom's funeral.
Now the question was where she would go? There wasn't any other option than going to a foster home. Her neighbor, aunt Dorothy was a sixty-year-old woman without much money and she couldn't take the responsibility of a twelve-year-old child. She was so worried about Isabella that she, as a last resort, tried calling the last number her mom had dialed on her mobile phone before she died. The number of Henrietta Gray, who was her mom's childhood friend who lived in Las Vegas.
Henrietta Gray seemed a kind and sweet woman who immediately rose to the occasion. She spoke to a grief-stricken and frightened Isabella, comforting her in her motherly way. She promised to come to get her as soon as possible. The next day, Henrietta Gray and her husband David Gray drove all the way to Los Angeles to take her home with them.
The moment Isabella had seen her mom's friend, she had broken down with grief. She was exactly like her mom, sweet, kind, and very beautiful. Her eyes had swelled up as she hugged the distraught girl to her chest. She had tried her best to comfort Isabella. The next two days, they packed her stuff up and called the packers and movers to shift them to Las Vegas. They released the apartment and loaded Isabella's personal stuff onto their car, driving her all the way to Las Vegas.
"We're nearly there, Isa," said aunt Henrietta. Isabella nodded and sat up straight. Soon enough the car entered through the gates of a sprawling villa painted in a beautiful combination of white, aqua blue, and black. The front yard was picture perfect with its gardens, a blue fountain, and a swing in a shady corner. Isabella looked around her new home, loving the homely feel of the place.
"Come inside, Isa," coaxed David Gray, seeing the girl gazing at the swing.
"You can play on that after you eat something," said aunt Henrietta. Isabella nodded. She didn't speak much. She was still in a state of trauma. She followed them into the neat and beautifully decorated house.
"Hudson, Weston, we're home," announced aunt Henrietta, looking around.
Suddenly the sound of footsteps thundered through the air as two gigantic boys ran down the staircase, competing amongst each other to reach their mom first.
"I win," said one of them coming to a halt right in front of her. Isabella had to look up at him. He didn't look more than eighteen and with his 6 feet 3 inches or so height, he towered above her 5 feet 4 height and slender frame. She noticed that he had the most twinkling blue eyes she had ever seen. His hair was a bit longish and he wore a band to keep it away from his face. He had a big tattoo on his arm of something that Isabella couldn't decipher. He gaped at her with curiosity and something else. Interest? Isabella wasn't sure. He raised his eyebrow at her with a smirk on his face making her come to her senses. She was so engrossed in him that she hadn't noticed the other one at all.
"Who's this, mom?" Said the other guy. Isabella turned to him. He was also of the same height but his eyes were light brown just like his father's. His hair was normal and he didn't have any tattoos. He looked at her with a friendly smile on his face, making him look warm and kind just like his mom.
"She's Isabella. She will live here from now on, with us, like a family," announced Aunt Henrietta.
"Why is she here, mom?" Asked the tattooed guy in a gruff voice, showing his displeasure.
"She's lost both her parents. Her mom was my childhood friend, Weston. She will stay here and that's final. No more arguments, " said his mom, sternly.
"Hi, I'm Hudson, " said the brown-eyed boy, stretching his hand for a shake. "Welcome to the Gray world, " he said with a smile. Isabella couldn't help smiling too. She shook his hand, feeling a little better.
"I can't possibly live with her mom. You can't just pick up everyone and bring them here. I can't adjust," said the tattooed guy.
"No one is asking you to adjust, Weston. She won't bother you at all," said his dad, sternly. That shut Weston up and he strode past them towards the door. The sound of his motorcycle indicated that he had left. His parents sighed.
"Give him time, mom. He'll come around," said Hudson.
"Hope so," shrugged his mom. Then she looked at Isabella tenderly. The poor girl hadn't spoken a single word since the day she met her. She was very concerned about her. Did she need a doctor?
"Come, I'll show you to your room," she said, walking towards the stairs. There weren't any other bedrooms available downstairs. Isabella followed her meekly and so did Hudson, carrying her luggage.
"She'll stay here?" Asked Hudson excitedly, seeing his mom enter the room next to his. His mom nodded. He deposited her stuff and excitedly watched Isabella.
"Isa, you can freshen up dear," she told her. She nodded and went towards the en-suite. Henrietta Gray turned towards her teenage son.
"She's in a state of trauma. She hasn't spoken a word, Hudson. Don't hit upon her, please. She's just twelve. Treat her as a sister since your dad will be adopting her legally," said his mom. Hudson nodded since he knew that at eighteen, he was six years older than her. She was too young to interest him. He left her room with his mom, closing the door of Isabella's room after him. His mom turned towards him.
"Tell Weston that too. He shouldn't mess with her at all. I'll punish him if he does," she said strictly. Hudson nodded.
"Yes, mom. Don't worry, I'll get that drilled into his head," said Hudson.
His mom went towards her room, tired and exhausted after that long drive. Her husband was lying on the bed after freshening up, straightening his aching back. "That more or less went okay. I hope Weston accepts it just like Hudson did," said David Gray. They all knew that although the boys were twins, their natures were polar opposites. While Hudson was too mature for his age and thought before acting, Weston was immature, headstrong, and independent. His actions came before. Although both were brilliant where studies were concerned, David Gray was very concerned about Weston and his bad habits. There wasn't a thing that Weston didn't engage in. He had twice landed in police lock-up already and David Gray had to use all his contacts to get him out. Yet he didn't learn his lesson.
"It will be tough but maybe with time, he will," said his wife.
"So who will you consult for the adoption process?" Asked his wife after she had freshened up.
"John is the best lawyer for this, I feel. What do you say?" Asked David Gray. His wife nodded. John Campbell and his wife Gabriella were their family friends and he had helped them many times.
"We should start the procedure as soon as possible, " she told him.
"Yes, I'll call him and invite him and Gabby to dinner tomorrow. What do you say?" he asked her.
"That'll be great," said his wife. She went upstairs to check up on the frightened girl. She reached her room and saw her sitting on the window sill, staring blankly outside.
"Isa? Are you okay?" She asked her gently. Isabella nodded.
"You must be hungry. Come down, I'll make something for you, " said Henrietta Gray. Isabella nodded. Henrietta sighed and went downstairs to the kitchen to make some lunch.
Isabella's gaze went back to her window. She could make out Weston's figure in an electric blue tee-shirt and white shorts, playing soccer with a bunch of boys in a field farther away from the house. She didn't understand why he hated the sight of her. Was she imposing upon the Grays?
"Hey, pumpkin," said Hudson, peeping into Isabella's room. She turned to look at him and his face brightened up when he saw how her lips broke into a smile at the nickname. "You seem to like your nickname, don't you?" He asked, coming inside her room and sitting on the window sill with her."Yes," said Isabella, speaking for the first time since her mother's death. Hudson looked at her with a kind smile."I'm glad you came to stay here. I was worried that mom and dad would be lonely after we left," said Hudson."Are you going away?" Asked Isabella. She liked this warm brown-eyed boy and felt very comfortable in his company as if she'd known him for a long time."Yes, in another four months, we'll go away to New York to study. Mom's family lives there. You should be knowing since your mom also used to live in New York when she was young," said Hudson. Isabella's eyes widened. She didn't know that.
"Spare me!" Exclaimed a disgusted Weston and strode away towards his room. For some odd reason, he didn't feel good seeing her tears. 'Who likes seeing fake waterworks?' He reasoned to himself as he stood near the door trying to listen to what was going on in the next room. He didn't want her to leave and just hoped that Hudson was able to change her mind.After Weston left, Hudson tried his best to calm Isabella down. "You're not going anywhere, do you understand? Don't mind Wes, he's a little immature. He'll come around. Give him a little time, pumpkin," he said, wiping her tears away. He felt bad for the young girl who was still a child and needed a loving home to grow up, not this sort of stress. It must be so difficult for her to cope up with the loss of her parents and then try to adjust amongst strangers."I don't want to impose, " said Isabella, wiping her tears away."You're not imposing at all. Mom alway
Weston strode into her room looking quite displeased as always. Isabella who was sitting at her favorite place by her window was instantly on alert. She knew instinctively that he wouldn't ever come into her room to do small talk. He was rude and would remain so till she left his house."Why are you behaving like I'm the bl**dy villain here? Do you want sympathy from my parents so badly? You have already sneaked into our house, into their hearts. What more do you want?" He growled at her."I don't know what you're talking about. You don't want me around so I'm staying away," she mumbled, feeling a bit hurt by his allegations."Of course I don't want you in this house but what was the need to put up an act at the dinner table? I don't give a sh*t if you starve yourself to death but my parents would land up in prison if you do," he hissed, angrily. Isabella felt her eyes prick with tears."I just wasn't hung
Isabella couldn't move an inch with apprehension as Weston came to a halt right in front of her. He stared at her with disbelief."You can stay here but remember that I'll never like you. You can never be a sister or family to me. You'll forever be an outsider, a temporary and unwanted houseguest in my eyes," he stated in a tone devoid of any emotions.Isabella felt hurt by his words. "Why do you hate me so much?" She asked with her voice choked and hurting.Weston looked at her, his eyes clouding with confusion. Why does he hate her so much? He himself didn't know. She made him feel extremes of everything, hatred, jealousy, possessiveness, concern, worry, everything and he had no idea why. He ignored her question. He didn't know why she made him behave this way. He didn't want her to call him bro jus
The first thing Isabella felt was his intoxicating smell which made her snuggle more into him. Strangely she didn't feel anything brother-like in him just like she felt with Hudson. The feel of his rough, tanned fingers on her hair felt so magical that she immediately calmed down, acutely aware of his muscular arms wrapped around her. She could stay like this forever!"I'm okay," she said softly into his chest when he kept holding her close.Weston was so lost in the young girl that he had lost his senses for a few minutes. Her soft body melted in his arms and he felt so good that he wanted to protect her and keep her in his arms forever. Her voice suddenly brought him to his senses and he quickly released her as if scalded. What the heck was that? He had never hugged girls before then why the f*ck did he hug this girl who was his enemy? 'To save my a*s from getting punished, why else?' reasoned Weston in his hea
Weston felt a strange sense of satisfaction seeing the tears in her eyes hearing his announcement. "Why do you need to leave home now when you're just months away from your graduation?" Asked his dad sternly."I'll study with Cody, dad. I can't concentrate here," he shrugged."Fine but if I hear one complaint against you or if you land up in any trouble, I won't save you. You'll be responsible for your own actions. Am I clear?" Said his dad in a very solemn tone. Weston nodded."Yes, dad. Don't worry. I'm just going to study with Cody, " he told them."You're letting him go, David? Won't you stop him?" Said his mom with disbelief and a feeling of helplessness. His dad shrugged."He's made up his mind, honey. Let him go," said his dad."I'll keep coming and going. Why are you guys behaving like I'm leaving forever?" He asked, looking disappointed."Okay, go
It was Monday and Isabella was ready to go to school with Hudson. He drove her to his school, discussing the rules and regulations on the way. From what he told her, she could understand that Hudson was the star quarterback of his school's soccer team and as such he was very popular.He parked his car and led her towards the huge school building. Isabella was acutely aware of all the strange looks that she'd been getting from everyone. Each and every student stopped short in their tracks and stared at them."Why are they all staring at us, bro?" She whispered to Hudson. He just waved her question off."Let them," he told her. He led her towards the administrative office to collect her stuff and then took her towards the lockers. "Here, this one's yours, " he said. Again Isabella was acutely aware of everyone stopping to gape at them. She found it very weird. It seemed as if no one had any other work to do than gape at her.After she was
"Hop on. I'll drop you home, " he ordered gruffly, giving her a displeased look. The girl standing next to her looked up from her mobile with frightened eyes. She fled from the scene after seeing Weston."No, thanks. I'll wait for Hudson, " Isabella said stubbornly, making no move to climb onto his motorcycle. Weston gave her a more pissed-off look."Hudson has extended practice for his upcoming match. He wouldn't be available before six in the evening," informed Weston with a sneer."I'll wait till six for him," she told him, bravely. What was wrong with him? He asked her to not acknowledge him at school and when she was doing exactly that, why was he forcing himself upon her? Weston gave her a disgusted look as if he was done being nice to her."Fine then. Stand here for five hours. I didn't want dad after my a*s so I was just doing my duty," he shrugged, riding away without giving her a second glance. I