Michael's POV
I walk up to my house and ring the doorbell. Vincent doesn't trust me with the house keys so, I just gotta hope he's here. If he's not, well, I just wait. A minute later, the door opens and a lady glares at me. "Oh, it's you." I sigh. I've seen this woman before. This mean-looking lady is my dad's girlfriend. She comes here every so often. I hate her. She treats me like crap. All I do is clean and keep the house tidy. All she does is glare at me and mess up everything. I put on a fake smile and say, "Hey. Can I come in?" A second later, Vincent comes to the door. The lady steps aside as he says, "Hey, how you doin, son? Come on inside, your just in time for dinner!" He puts his hefty arm over my shoulders and leads me into the house. I look around and smile. I've grown up in this house with my weird, but cool dad. I never knew my mom. My dad says that she tried to put me up for adoption, but he decided he really wanted to be a dad. So, he raised me. After he broke up with my mom, he never saw or hear from her again. I think she even changed her name and everything. "Hey, you ok?", Vincent says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I smile at him, ignoring her daggers, and say, "Oh, sorry. I kinda dozed off. I'm just tried." He chuckles and she rolls her eyes. "Well, you should get washed up before dinner.", she says. I snap my head at her and growl, "You're not my mom! And I'm not your son! I don't even know your name!" Vincent scowls and yells, "Do NOT raise your voice at her! Go upstairs! NOW!" My eyes widen as I stare at him, his black eyes locked on mine. I've never heard him yell like that. Ever. I hang my head as I slowly start up the stairs. I'm in trouble now, I think as I open my bedroom door and quietly close it. I throw myself onto my dark blue bed and stare up at the ceiling. I lay there for a second then I get up and walk to the bathroom. I guess I should take a shower. I turn on the hot shower water and take off my shirt. That's when I hear a knock at my door. I sigh and walk out of the bathroom to the door, which is also dark blue. I slowly open it and I see her. I glare at her and spit, "What do you want?" She lowers her head and says, "Well, Vincent says we should start over if I'm going to be coming over here often. And, he said he's sorry about yelling at you." I stare at her, studying her sandy blonde hair flowing down her back. She has black eyes, like mine. I've always had these little blonde streaks in my hair, but they're too small to see with the naked eye. I think for a moment after saying, "I guess . . . Come on in." I step aside and she walks in and sits on my black leather swivel chair with no back to it. I go into the bathroom, turn off the water and slip back on my shirt. I flop on my bed and say, "Well, what you want to talk about?" She smiles and says, "Let's begin with getting to know one another. What's your favorite movie?" I think for a second. "My favorite anime movie is 'Blame!' My favorite movie is 'Justice League' What's your?" She says, "I guess it's . . . 'Maleficent: Mistress of Evil'. And, I don't watch anime." Then, the door swings open. Vincent looks at me and says, "Dinner ready," and walks out. I look at the lady and say, "Before we go downstairs, can you tell me your name? If you don't mind me asking." She stands up and sighs. "My name is Sara. Sara Lawn. Yours?" I join her standing and say, "Michael. Michael Afton. Now, let's go eat. I'm starving."