Novel & Cerita Take Me Home Where I Belong

Instead, she clicks on the minimized page below her desktop and the word document envelopes the screen. Just as she is about to start editing, the intro to 'Dua Lipa's Levitating' blasts out in the serene apartment. Charlie blushes as Bulky looks up from the page he's been focused on for the past ten minutes. A blank look makes Charlie apologize lowly and grab her phone from the center table. "Jordan." She answers curtly. "Hello, I'm calling from Scotland and I'd like to ask if there's a certain Blurin Jameson in your residence?" A thickly accented voice queries.

I almost didn’t come back. If it hadn’t been for the phone call—Martha’s voice trembling as she told me Abuelo had been unwell—I would still be in Camden, pretending London was a lifetime ago and not just a plane ride away. But here I was. It had been years, and yet standing here again felt like no time had passed at all. Same house. Same air. Same ghosts. The tires crunched against the gravel as I pulled up to the front steps. I sat for a long moment, hands locked around the steering wheel, staring at the house that had been both home and hell.

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

Music plays in the background, a song I have never heard before; I listen to the words, 'No more doubt about it I wanna take you home Take off your blindfold And show you what I am I wanna take you home And find some new joy and In this autopilot life I wanna take you home Slow down your heartbeat And dry those glazing eyes I wanna take you home Black out our windows And hold you till we die What if the first step was leaving And stepping outside in the cold, end Facing the smoke and you’re lurching Down the alleys, kiss me And how many lives lived in fear now And who do we call in the end, end There was a pattern of errors

“DAMN IT TOR. I DON’T WANT HER. I WANT YOU! IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU AND I’LL KEEP TELLING YOU THAT UNTIL THE DAY I DIE. NOW STOP BEING SO STUBBORN AND COME HOME.” The words settling over me like an instant warm blanket. Home. A place that would forever be mine and mine alone and no matter what people thought I’d always find a way to belong.

Of all the things I felt but never really shown Perhaps the worst is that I ever let you go I should not ever let you go, oh oh oh It’s not over tonight Just give me one more chance to make it right I may not make it through the night I won’t go home without you It’s not over tonight Just give me one more chance to make it right I may not make it through the night I won’t go home without you And I won’t go home without you And I won’t go home without you And I won’t go home without you...

He was successful in finding me, and bringing me home. Home is not a place. Home is not a house or an apartment, or any kind of building. Home is a person. Home is where you belong with someone more than you belong in any space or location. I may not have a place to lay my head anymore or a building full of belongings and memories, but I have a person who needs me, a person who calls me home, too. How can I stay here, even in the warmth of my parents’ embrace, something I never thought I’d feel again, and not go back to him?

I say and he presses a button on the console and the entire mood changes when 'Take back home girl' by Chris Lane and Tori Kelly, comes on. I roll my window down and stick my head out with one hand in the air. "Woo-hoo! Yeah!" Scott yells as the song plays and I sing along loudly. "You're a take back home, home, home girl. Home, home, home girl!" I yell at no one in particular. The song has literally taken over my entire being. Scott speeds off as I scream outside the window. "Sweet mother nature! Woo!"

"Home? What do you mean by you needing to go back home? This is home. This is where you belong." "No, I don't belong here. I didn't even know of you guys existences before now, so how could I belong here? Besides, I already have a mate who is probably about to go nuts because of my absence. Plus, being here isn't my choice. You literally dragged me here, even though it was on the pretense of saving me. You could have saved me and taken me back home, but instead, you chose to bring me here instead against my will."

Adam I drove home after a hectic day at the office, and it was late in the night as usual. I tiptoed into the house which was awfully silent. I didn't want my mum to see me coming home, and I successfully sneaked in but I was surprised when I saw my mum staring at me. She was seated on the couch in my room staring at the door. It was as if she had known I was going to sneak in and she was expecting me at that moment.