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At the time, she'd heard that he came back to the country after hearing about Alfred's disappearance. Maya recalled his name—Bryan Tolliver. Even the name made sense now. Oliver Bryant… and Bryan Tolliver! Bryan got Maya to sit back down before he continued dressing her wound. "Do you remember me now?" After hearing his explanation, Maya finally understood why he was here.

Just those few words, yet they possess such an enormity that threatens to revive my tears as my lined lips begin to tremble. This is it, I’m back home for real now. I take a glance around me, committing this heart-warming moment to my memory. Friends, family, and my Pack members...every trial and tribulation crafted the path back to redemption. I feel whole again, and like my sister said, I can now create new memories and be happy from now on. “I’m home.”

Her anxiety took a flight and she didn't want to leave but she had to grab a few things from the house as well. Seeing that the staff was doing the job just right, Sarah kissed Willow's forehead and turned around to leave, she went home with a burden on her chest and a dull ache in her head. Her curiosity peaked when she saw the door to the house across from hers opened again and maybe the same man who she had seen earlier walked out, her steps slowed down as she watched him close the door and turn around.

I'm nine years old when I secretly contact my mom Lori Parker's family to get her out of the remote village. When my grandpa, Richard Parker, bursts into the cellar, he finds Mom chained by the neck, with a whip stained with dried, dark blood lying at her feet. Overwhelmed with rage, Grandpa beats my dad, Bruce Fraser, until he is almost dead, vomiting blood repeatedly. Dad is left paralyzed and bedridden for the rest of his life. Just before getting into the car, Mom cries and reaches out to me. "Amy, I'm taking you home!" My eyes sting as I clutch the hem of her clothes, but then memories of my past life come rushing back. Her family turns against her because she protects a bastard l

I danced and sang along with the music. “Coming home used to feel so good….I'm a stranger now in my neighborhood…I've seen the world at a faster place…And I'm coming now from a different place…Though I may look the same way to you…Underneath there is somebody new…I am not the boy next door…I don't belong like I did before…Nothing ever seems like it used to be…You can have your dreams but you can't have me…Oh, I can't come back there anymore…'Cause I am not the boy next door…You've been saving those souvenirs…Faded photographs from our foolish years…We made plans but they're wearing thin…And they don't work out 'cause I don't fit it…And those memories'll just weigh you down…'Cause I got no pl

“Grandpa?” “My child,I came back home and daddy said you left the house” “Yes grandpa,I know you want to convince me to come back home but I won’t” “My child,you should come back home if not for your father,do it for your sweet grandpa” “It’s been ages I saw you grandpa,I miss you so much” “I miss you too my child,I will be waiting for your return” “Okay,grandpa,take care” “You too my child” The call ended and I took a deep breath.

There's just so much to talk about, once everything is done, I'll come back. "It's okay," her dad replied, "you've told us this before, and your mom also told us that she's going back with you. But once you guys are ready to come back, we'll throw a big party and this time around, it will be a happy occasion, I promise."

"Take me? Take me where?" "Home,"

His phone rings using Ava's favorite song, which is "Love me back, my love," causing his attention to weaken as he waits for her response. He presses the answer call, saying, "Yes?" Then the caller says, "Brother, I need you here. Can you come here for a while?" "Grr, as always," his mind days, not telling his sister because he's afraid he can offend her.

"It was a stomach ache. I ate something that didn't agree with me. It's like a habit, you know? It doesn't mean anything." Jessica seemed to contemplate my response for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt for now. But remember, I can always find out the truth if I want to." "Of course," I said, nodding, but Jessica looked unconvinced. "Fine, let's move on then. Tell me why you suddenly want to go back home. Is there something you're not telling me?" She pressed again, humming a song about fairytales and daggers. Hearing this, I struggled to put up the confident look I started with.