It had been a year since I was met with an accident; I was travelling to Maine, to visit my grandma, Brown. After that terrible accident in New York, I almost died and my parents became extra protective of me. I was their only child and they were well aware of the rebellious side of me, which keeps them worried. The population of Maine was pretty less compared to New York and this place is so green, most of the places here were covered by forest. My granny’s home was located in an isolated place, which was surrounded by forest, and it takes half an hour to reach the town.
“You don’t look like you belong here, are you visiting someone?” I was snapped out of my bubble by the voice of my cabbie.
“Yeah… I am visiting my grandma and I am from New York.” I noticed that he was in his late twenties, with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. He also had a slight British accent.
“What’s your name? If you don’t mind”
“No, I don’t mind. My name is Catherine, its Catherine Brown but please call me Cathie.”
“Well Cathie, I am Ronan. We have arrived at the place you mentioned earlier. This is my card, call me if you want to visit any place here.” “Yeah sure, Ronan” The cab stopped in front of an old house made up of teak wood. I opened the door to witness the smiling face of my grandma; she rushed by my side and gave me a bone-crushing hug. After dropping my baggage the cab left.
“So, how have you been sweetheart? Look at you all grown up and looking so pretty. So, any boyfriends?” My grandma, Brown was in her early eighties. She was full of fun and adventure. After my grandpa passed away a year ago she became so heartbroken. She stayed in this isolated house with grandpa since they decided to settle down. The home was pretty average in size with some antique collections. They both met in NYU since then they were inseparable.
“Grandma, you know that I don’t like to be bounded and I don’t have a boyfriend.” I would like to enjoy my life but it doesn’t mean that you need a boyfriend to enjoy. At the same time, it doesn’t mean that I’m an innocent, I had a fair amount of kisses but nothing serious. It was just I didn’t try to lose my virginity and it’s not like I was saving it for someone special.
“Oh come on! Don’t give me that bullshit; I had a fair amount of men in my life before I met your grandpa. Live a little, Cathie, what are you? Twenty-two?” my grandma had no filter. She was so rebellious in her teen until she met my grandpa, Brown, and the rest is history.
“No I’m twenty and stop cussing granny, it’s not good for your age and you know that dad will be mad if he came to know about your cussing.” Though my dad was not her biological son, my granny always loved him to the moon and he was the only person she listens other than my grandpa.
She also had a daughter named Emily, whom I never met for the past seventeen years. I heard that she lives in Rhode Island with Uncle William, Natalia and Blake. Natalia and Blake were the daughter and son of Aunt Emily and Uncle William, who were three and five years senior to me.
“Your dad is of no fun, come on, it’s getting cold out here, let’s take you in.” I carried my baggage inside the home with my granny beside me. The home gave a cosy and welcoming feel. We both entered a bedroom upstairs with a blue wall and white furniture, the room was well decorated with a queen-sized bed in the middle.
“Do you like your room, sweetie? You are going to stay here for the rest of this year and I know you miss, New York but according to the doctors you need some fresh air and change of environment.” My granny told me with a sympathetic smile. Due to my accident, my lungs were heavily damaged; it took me nearly eight months to discharge from the hospital. It was the most dreadful days of my life; I hate the food and smell there. I couldn’t lift heavy weight or involve in physical work and I was not completely recovered from that accident, so my parents thought it would be great for me to spend a year with my granny. Due to my stay here, I shifted my studies from NYU to the University of Maine, which was a forty-five minutes drive from my granny’s home. I’m an English major, who spends most of my time reading and falling in love with the fictional characters.
“Yeah I know granny, it takes some time for me to adapt to this place and the room is beautiful, thank you.” We both were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. We walked downstairs to get the door, I opened the door to witness a tall guy of about six foot two with jet black hair and green eyes with a well built muscular body. After seeing me, his face lit up and in an instance, I was embraced in a bone-crushing hug.