The Peculiar Flower

Rose POV

"I can't believe you're moving!" Tiara, my best friend since kindergarten, said as she helped me pack the rest of my belongings. 

"I know I'm going to miss you," I said. 

"It's time to go, Rose. Are you ready?" my mother yelled from downstairs. 

"Yes," I replied, grabbing my purse and suitcase. 

As I walked downstairs, my older brother Jason took my suitcase and helped me load it into the car. 

"That's it," my mother said as we walked to the car. 

While we both cried, I gave Tiara one more hug and promised to call her every day. I'd miss her terribly. She was outgoing and energetic. She is beautiful with her caramel-colored skin and black braids.

She is 5 feet 6 inches tall and has a model body with a skinny waist. I always had her back, and she always had mine. 

We're closer to sisters than best friends. 

My name is Rose Baily. I am seventeen years old. My skin is light brown, and I have long black hair that falls to my waist. I am popular and get along well with almost everyone. I have the shape of an hourglass. Many guys say I'm sexy, and I believe them, but I've never been in a relationship. I went on a few dates, but nothing came of it. 

I sat in the front with my mother, Lilly, while my two brothers, Jason, my oldest, who is nineteen, and James, my younger, who is sixteen, sat in the back.

We're returning to my mother's hometown of Anderson, Indiana, to start over. We've been in New York since my mother had James. At the time, I was one, and Jason was three. 

I'm not sure why my mother packed her belongings and left her hometown in Indiana, but I know it has something to do with our father. I have no memory of him. I only know that he has a new family in Indianapolis, Indiana. He never tried to contact my brothers or me after he met his wife and left my mother. So I don't have a father, which is fine with me. 

We're going to start over. My mom had a drinking problem for many years before starting rehab. She recently completed rehab and hasn't had a drink in three months. I am incredibly proud of her. She is not without flaws, but she has always been there for my brothers and me. We aren't rich, but she has always ensured we have what we need. 

While my mother was in rehab, Jason looked after James and me and ensured we were okay. He is our father figure. 

When I see the Welcome To Anderson Indiana sigh, I realize how different this is from New York. We're now following what appears to be a trail through the woods. 

All I see are trees. I'm not sure how my mother knows where she's going. Then, finally, we see two men watching by a fence after about fifteen minutes of riding through the woods. They appear to be security guards. 

"My name is Lilly Jackson." My mother says to the man who has approached the window. 

"Hello! Luna is expecting you. Please open the gate! "The man tells someone. 

My mother drives through the gate, and ten minutes later, a massive mansion/castle appears in front of me. There are many people walking around and children playing outside. 

Most of them walk as a couple, holding hands and kissing passionately. Even those my age are sitting on each other's laps, kissing and groping.

"I guess they're fine with PDA," I thought. 

When we got out of the car, my mother was attacked by a woman who I believe was Luna.