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The house was as beautiful as it always was. We didn't have a huge house, it was of an average size. We had a huge background where my parents would often host small dinners, parties or even breakfast with their close friends. Our home was away from the rest since my parents love their privacy.

Mason helped my by carrying one if my suitcases in my room while I carried the other one. My parents were in their own room, resting or doing other things. I wouldn't be surprised if so. They are tough human beings, even accidents cannot hold them when it comes to sex.

"Do you need help arranging your stuffs?" Mason asked, raising an eyebrow. I shook my head to which he smirked, "Ha! I wouldn't have helped you either."

"Still an asshole, I see," I rolled my eyes, "wasn't expecting you to, either."

"You know me, baby sis. Anyway, I'll leave you to arrange your things alone. I have to meet Ace."

"Ace?" I repeated, raising my brows at the unfamiliarity of the name, "who's that?"

"My best friend." He replied, "I'll see you later at dinner, kay? Bye baby sis!" I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him which he caught effortlessly, "stop calling me baby sis. I'm not a baby, I'm nineteen for fuck's sake!" I was going to turn twenty in a few weeks and I was excited to be twenty although I absolutely hated birthday parties. Every year, my parents would throw me a party as if I was some god damn child, I never really cared about it though but I was not sure that this year, I would be able to celebrate my birthday like I usually did the prior years.

And I was not sure that my parents would understand that for they were quite stubborn and like to do things the way they wished instead of listening to others. They did not care about their actions and would do whtever they felt like even against your wish and that as something I did not like about them. Sure, they were nice and great parents and all but they had their imperfections and I doubted that they would pay heed to my words.

"Do I have a face that says I care?" Mason asked, knitting his brows at me, snapping me back to reality from my thoughts. Before I could reply, he spoke, "no, right? You're still my baby sister."

"I'm two years younger than you," I showed him two fingers, "only two."

"Still younger," he said, nodding before flashing me a grin, "what? I absolutely love to adore you. It's my hobby, it have been for years, baby sis."

"Bye Mace!" I said making him frown, "shut up, baby sis. Bye!" He then left, closing the door behind him. I took a minute to stare at my room. The furnitures were still in the exact same place I left it two years ago. Everything was still the same and clean which meant that my parents have been cleaning it.

'Yeah, no shit, Sherlock,' my subconscious said to which I rolled my eyes. I absolutely loathed this thing called subconscious.

After spending around an hour and a half arranging my clothes in my wardrobe, I took out my painting stuffs and installed them perfectly on the blank table, found beside my bureau on which I placed my laptop and other stuffs.

I took a few steps away from my things to take a look at the room. It looked absolutely perfect. Everything was clean for now. I didn't know how to keep my room clean, somehow I'd always manage to make a mess. I'd throw my stuff here and there, and say I'll pick them up later but I never do, I feel too lazy to. When I was younger, mom would had to scold me to pick them up, only then would I. I needed some sort of pressure. I don't know if it's weird but it's the way it is for me.

I sat on the bed with my phone in my hands. I had five unread messages from Diana Carson, a really nice forty two years old lady who happened to be a therapist. She has been of great help to me for the past two years. She never once judged me. She was always there to listen to my problems and offering a solution. She helped a lot and I was incredibly garetful to that woman. I did not break contact with her rather I made sure to start a somewhat friendship with her which was easy since she said that she rearded me as her own daughter which was heartwarming.

D:- 'I hope your parents are fine and I really hope to see you again in the near future, darling.'

D:- 'We'll keep in contact if you decide to stay there Xx!'

D:-'Don't be shy to call me if you need any help, honey. Remember, I'm always there for you :)'

D:-'Don't you dare leave me on seen. I'll murder you in your sleep.'

D:- 'waiting for a reply!'

Her messages made me snort. She was also really fun to be with. And her cookies were to die for.

'Sorry, I've been busy. And of course, I've decided to stay but I'll never break contact with you & you know it! I love you <3' I texted back and sent.

Seconds later, she replied with, 'I love you too baby doll!! Hope you spend a great time with your family. Maybe one day you'll introduce this lonely lady to them.'

'Maybe one day.' I sent before putting my phone aside, grabbing a pencil and my sketch pad, suddenly in the mood to draw. Drawing was my escape from reality but then it became a passion or hobby however you call it. I was good, really good.

I never once made it become a work, like tried to make money out of it. Thing is, I enjoy drawing but if I start to do it under pressure, I would not enjoy it and it sucks, really. And I definitely did not want to receive comments about my works.