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Let Me Be Your Home 17
LAST CHAPTER It was a cool autumn night, the wind blowing on our faces as we walked down a vacant street. This late at night, it felt like we were the only people in town. I liked the peacefulness of it. Hot chocolate in our hands, our other hands intertwined and swinging with each step we took. I leaned into Dean's side, his body-heat radiating onto me. "I suggest a turtle or something." Dean cocked his head towards me, grinning. "A dog is so cliched. Although, maybe we could get both." "A turtle." I hummed. "That's not a bad idea-but can you buy sea horses here?" Dean let out a breathy chuckle. "Sea horses? You want sea horses as a pet?" I shrugged softly. I peered at him. His eyes held the same warmth I should have been used to my now. Still, looking at him made my heart swell. "What? Wouldn't that be cool though? How many houses can you walk into, to see an aquarium of sea horses?" Dean sipped his hot chocolate, licking his lips. "We may as well buy a couple jelly fish. No?"
Let Me Be Your Home 18
It was a cool autumn night, the wind blowing on our faces as we walked down a vacant street. This late at night, it felt like we were the only people in town. I liked the peacefulness of it. Hot chocolate in our hands, our other hands intertwined and swinging with each step we took.I leaned into Dean's side, his body-heat radiating onto me."I suggest a turtle or something." Dean cocked his head towards me, grinning. "A dog is so cliched. Although, maybe we could get both.""A turtle." I hummed. "That's not a bad idea-but can you buy sea horses here?"Dean let out a breathy chuckle. "Sea horses? You want sea horses as a pet?"I shrugged softly. I peered at him. His eyes held the same warmth I should have been used to my now. Still, looking at him made my heart swell. "What? Wouldn't that be cool though? How many houses can you walk into, to see an aquarium of sea horses?"Dean sipped his hot chocolate, licking his lips. "We may as well buy a couple jelly fish. No?"I quirked an eyebr
Let Me Be Your Home 1
I sat in a small, local diner. For a weekday, it was busier than I was used to seeing. It was a small town so I figured everyone here was familiar with one other. A tight knit community that reminded me of Stars Hollow.I glanced around, sipping on my chocolate milkshake. I looked at the people surrounding me.I found it interesting to take note of the people around me, to wonder who they were and make up stories about their lives. My life was one big and meaningless disappointment. It made it much more appealing to pay more attention to others, rather than focus on myself.A mother sat with her son, he looked to be around the age of nine or ten. She was smiling down at her son, pure adoration in her eyes. The boy was a mess, frankly. He had ketchup on the corners of his mouth. His burger fell apart in his hands, his chocolate shake dripping down onto his white t-shirt. Still, his mother smiled and helped him hold onto the burger. She hardly paid note to the mess the boy was making.A
Let Me Be Your Home 2
I sat in a local pub. I didn't know when I'd leave this quaint little town but it was nice to have the stability of being in one place, even just for a little while. I wrote in my notebook - it was a brown leather-cover journal that I had owned for as long as I could remember. It was the one item I've kept from the first "home" I could remember.I needed to get a handle on my finance-situation. I mainly lived off purloined credit cards or the scarce amount of cash I had saved up over the years doing minor jobs. I needed to be careful.When I could manage, I'd eat from soup kitchens. Theft was not beyond me. Nothing major; clothes, sometimes books.Conspicuously, my way of life was not entirely stable or safe- or noble, at all but sometimes, you do what you can to get by. Many would object to that statement but if it was what I needed to tell myself, so be it.I downed my cocktail, motioning for the bartender to mix me another.This was not a luxury I could afford.I clicked my tongue,
Let Me Be Your Home 3
It was nearing one am. The town was soundless and vacant, not a soul to be seen. It was silent enough for crickets to be heard. Oddly enough, I liked the quiet of it all. Taking a shortcut through an alley, I pulled my hood over my head. My hands were stuffed in my hoodie's pockets. The chilly breeze pricked my skin, making the tip of my nose feel numb.I halted in my tracks. Further down the alley, near some trashcans, I noticed the silhouette of a figure. The street lights caused their shadow to tower over me on the bricks walls.I sighed deeply as I walked over, stopping in front of Phil.He was tall and lanky with a boy-band-singer vibe to his look. Soft doe eyes, brown hair parted in the middle - very 90's Leonardo DiCaprio of him. His looks were deceiving. Phil was reckless with a short temper, careless to the bone and someone whose bad side you did not want to meet.His lip tugged upwards in a sickly-sweet smirk. His eyes were filled with sin and sorrow - sorrow that you would
Let Me Be Your Home 4
I'm on the ground.I fell back, my head hitting the brick wall. I grunted in pain; my skull felt like it was about to shatter.Slowly, my eyes flickered open. My arm that I had fallen onto was throbbing in pain but I was confused. My body wasn't raging with pain, not the type of pain a bullet would surely feel like.I pushed myself so I was sitting up.A tall, broad and muscular figure shoved Henry back. Derrick charged towards the figure but stopped. The man was swift and quick to pull out a gun of his own, pointing it at Derrick. Everyone froze.Keeping his gun pointed at Derrick, he bent down to grab Henry's gun that was now lying on the cement.I squinted my eyes in the darkness, trying to grasp who this person was. My vision started to spot with black dots, the world starting to spin.I blacked out.-When I opened my eyes again, my head was pounding. My brain felt like it was hemorrhaging and on the verge of exploding completely. Clutching my head, I sat up and tried to make sen
Let Me Be Your Home 5
When I woke the next morning, my entire body felt achy and sore. My head throbbed lightly. The sun seeping through the blinds made my eye sockets hurt.I didn't want to get out of the large bed that was far more comfortable than the motel bed I was used to. When I checked the time, it was nearing 12 in the afternoon. Considering I was in someone else's home, it would be rude of me to sleep in any further than I already had.If I was back in my motel room, I would sleep in until at least 5pm. I really didn't have much else to do. And the extra sleep was probably needed.When I went to the bathroom, I almost winced at the sight of myself. My hair was a tangled birds nest, my eye bags were heavy and darker than normal. My skin looked pale and flush. Essentially, I looked like a walking corpse with a blue bandaid on the side of my forehead.I tried to tame as much of my hair as I could before washing my face and helping myself to the mouthwash sitting on the counter. I navigated my way th
Let Me Be Your Home 6
"Excuse me-ma'am." A knocking sounded on the motel room door. "Anyone in there?"I froze. My eyes were trained on the pillow that was sitting on top of my come. The knocking continued."Miss, there's a package here for you."This could be a trap.The knocking continued for a few more seconds before the young man muttered something I couldn't here. He grunted. "It's by the door. If someone takes it, it's not my fault."I heard his footsteps grow distant. I waited a few minutes to make sure he was gone before finally exhaling and walking to the door. I grabbed the box, quickly, shutting and locking the door behind me.I brought the box over to the bed, setting it down. I debated whether to open it for what felt like an hour. When my head started opening, I ripped the box open. Curiosity had gotten the best of me.What the hell?Inside the box was a watch and glasses. I took the folded piece of paper that sat on top.Small town, one local motel. It was too easy to find you, princess. You
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