To Be Trusted

People try and console you at a funeral; try and share their loss through grief, but even through all the flowers and gift baskets I'm nothing but empty. I'm not depressed, just sad, but I've always been this way. Ever since my mom passed away when I was young. She had cancer and being off chemo while pregnant with me didn't serve her any good. Now I'm seven-teen, a year away from freedom, and without parents being forced to live with my uncle whom I never even knew I had.
His name is Damen, and he lives off 3rd and Kenosha where your closest neighbor is four mile away. His house is large, or so I'm told, with a great library. He's a lawyer that works from home, and his parents were well off, so he inherited quite a bit when they passed. Not much talk about him other than he is quite serious, but I'm not one to complain.
Three in the afternoon and the cab driver is rushing me to load up and get on our way, but its hard to leave your home where you've been all your life. I bring myself to say my final goodbyes, and slide into the cab with Charles right behind.
"Now Miss. Camberly, if you have any problems with your new placement, or find anything unusual, be sure to give me a call and I'll be right over, think of me as your guardian angel, okay?"
"Yes, thank-you, I appreciate this more than words can explain."
"There will be no sarcasm Miss. Camberly, your uncle is said to be quite the stick in the mud."
"Then we'll get along great, wouldn't you say?"
Nothing was said until we pull up on a dirt road to a white house with columns lining the two porches that wrapped around the house on the ground level, and around the second floor. Blue shutters distinguish the great home from the others, and the pond that overlooks the land sits just to the side. White fences that match the home run along, separating his land from the county's. A young, handsome man come out in a black suit with a ravishing blue tie and shoes that you can see your reflection out of. He smiles like a genuine, honest man with his teeth that outshine the stars, but a hint of mystery is in the distracting smile. I step out and grab my bags from the trunk warching and waiting for and introduction.
He makes his way down and straight toward me, ever so gently pick up my hand and kisses it, and says, "You must be Victoria, what a honor it is to finally meet you."
"Excuse me, but you are?"
"My apologies Miss. Camberly, I am your uncle Damen and I am overjoyed to be able to house you and keep your company for as long as you will allow."
A flirtatious personality glows about him as I follow him into the home that will now be mine as well.