Chased Across the World
Home Sweet Home
Callie and I walked up to my house, stopping at the edge of the driveway. My home loomed overhead, intimidating to everyone, including me. It's stark white siding and dark wooden doors looked so...unfeeling and detached. I shivered, slightly dreading going in there. I mean I'm glad I'm finally home, but it's a scary feeling after being gone for so long.
"Thanks Cals. For everything."
"My pleasure Jazzy." She embraced me in a warm hug that I never wanted to end. She's my best friend. I've just missed her so much.
"I'll swing by tomorrow, okay?" I nodded. "Night Jas." She turned to walk away, a frown on her lips, but I stopped her.
"Sleepover?" I asked and instantly, her face lit up with a grin.
"I was wondering when you were gonna ask." She teased and I smiled my first full smile in a month and a half. She locked arms with me and practically dragged me to my front door. It felt strange being here right now. I felt like an outsider, someone who doesn't belong, even though I live here.
"Ya gonna ring the doorbell or what?" I made a funny face at her before doing what she said. I heard footsteps through the door, hearing the click of a lock, saw the door swing open.
"Jasmyne?"
"Mom." I felt the tears once more as they rushed into my vision, but I didn't care. My mother was right here. I fell into her arms, loving the way they wrapped around me.
"Oh my darling. You're home. It's really you." She rambled on and on, oblivious of Callie's presence. "Stephan! Come quick!" She shouted over her shoulder while still hugging me.
I heard a voice echo through the halls. "What is it Victoria?" My father. He's home, for once. Then I saw him over my mother's shoulder. I watched his face go pale and him stumble toward us. My father, the business man, whose always professional, whose always perfect, just stumbled. Today is a strange day.
"Is that my girl?" He muttered,barely able to be heard. He's never been a PDA kind of dad, but I know he's always loved me, whether he's here or not.
"Daddy." I heard myself mumbled for the first time since I was seven. It just felt right. He gathered me and my mom in a giant hug, still not aware of Callie. I'm surprised she's been silent this long.
Both my parents pulled away, each one leaving a hand on my arms. "How did you-" My father began, but I cut him off.
"Callie." I stated. One word was enough. I glanced over my shoulder to see Callie staring at me and my parents with a smile and glossy eyes.
"Callie." My mother repeated as she moved over to hug my best friend. That's the only time I've ever seen her be affectionate toward Callie. Ever. My father just smiled at her gratefully, choosing instead to stay by me.
"She found me. It was all her." My mother just moved back over to us, smiling as Callie followed.
My father stiffened. "What about the police?" I shook my head. "Have you called them?" I shook my head. "Why not?" Ah, there's my father. Always one to be on top of things.
"I don't have a phone and Callie's was...dead." I hesitated only a bit when I told my dad. I know he'll shoot her the death glare for being unprepared and not responsible, but if he caught me lying...things would be...well...worse.
Sure enough, there's the glare.
"Right, well, that's get that over with." My father said gruffly, whipping his blackberry out of his pocket. He has some thing against iPhones. He released me, walking away into most likely his office. I turned toward my mother.
"Mom, it's fine if Callie stays right?" I pleaded, hoping with every part of my being she said yes. She gave Callie a weird look, which I disregarded.
"Of course, sweetheart. I'm just glad you're safe. And the police will most likely be here soon, so it's best if she stays anyway." I nodded, hugging my mother just because I could now. I love her so much.
"Let's get inside hun, so you don't catch a chill. We wouldn't want that to happen,now would we?"I gave her a small smile before walking past her and going up the stairs to my room, Callie right on my heels. As I moved up the steps, I studied the pictures of my family that decorated the wall. Me when I was little. Us at holiday times. Us on vacations. Oh, the memories. Slowly, Callie and I made our way into my bedroom, closing the door behind us.
I studied the familiar set-up. I missed this. The room I just led behind was fine for the situation...great even, but it doesn't compare to this.
My bed:
My desk:
My T.V./Set:
Did I mention money isn't a problem in my family? Callie instantly made her way over to my bed and plopped down on it. I walked over to my closet, opening the doors to my wonderful wardrobe. I've missed you lovelies. I grabbed the tank top Callie gave me for my last birthday and walked over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of shorts and some underwear. I told Callie I was going to change and I got no response. I chuckled to myself and went in my bathroom to change.
In the bathroom, I studied myself in the mirror. So this is how I looked when I went to the club and back. Interesting. It's a surprise that my parents didn't comment on my attire. I picked at the corset, reliving some moments of the night. Shivering, I shook my head, trying to block those thoughts out. Quickly I stripped out of all those clothes. I don't want to remind myself of all that any longer. I walked back out a few minutes later to find Callie passed out on the bed. I jumped on the mattress, sending her flying off the other side.
"What the fuck?" I heard from below me. I laughed and I leaned over the edge to find Callie rolling her eyes and scowling. She climbed back up next to me.
"Nice shirt." She smirked and I thanked her as I climbed under the covers. She did the same. Most people would think we're weird for sleeping in the same bed, but hey give me a break. I just got home and she's my best friend.
"Night Jazzy."
"Night Cals." I said absent-mindedly, letting my mind drift back to today. I'm home. I don't think it's really sunk in yet that I'm free. I feel like this is all a dream and that the moment I close my eyes, I'll be back in that stupid room with all the boys. Is that why I'm kind of afraid to go to sleep? Maybe...
I wonder what Harry's doing right now? I wonder what all the boys are doing right now. I hope they're all okay and that they left after me and Callie did. I would hate for them to get hurt, even though they played a part in all this. I guessed I've just grown attached after a month and a half of them being my only company. That's it. It must be.
"Don't let the bed bugs bite." Callie murmured as she fell asleep. I smiled at the words we always say at every sleepover we have.
"If they do, I'll bite them back."
"Thanks Cals. For everything."
"My pleasure Jazzy." She embraced me in a warm hug that I never wanted to end. She's my best friend. I've just missed her so much.
"I'll swing by tomorrow, okay?" I nodded. "Night Jas." She turned to walk away, a frown on her lips, but I stopped her.
"Sleepover?" I asked and instantly, her face lit up with a grin.
"I was wondering when you were gonna ask." She teased and I smiled my first full smile in a month and a half. She locked arms with me and practically dragged me to my front door. It felt strange being here right now. I felt like an outsider, someone who doesn't belong, even though I live here.
"Ya gonna ring the doorbell or what?" I made a funny face at her before doing what she said. I heard footsteps through the door, hearing the click of a lock, saw the door swing open.
"Jasmyne?"
"Mom." I felt the tears once more as they rushed into my vision, but I didn't care. My mother was right here. I fell into her arms, loving the way they wrapped around me.
"Oh my darling. You're home. It's really you." She rambled on and on, oblivious of Callie's presence. "Stephan! Come quick!" She shouted over her shoulder while still hugging me.
I heard a voice echo through the halls. "What is it Victoria?" My father. He's home, for once. Then I saw him over my mother's shoulder. I watched his face go pale and him stumble toward us. My father, the business man, whose always professional, whose always perfect, just stumbled. Today is a strange day.
"Is that my girl?" He muttered,barely able to be heard. He's never been a PDA kind of dad, but I know he's always loved me, whether he's here or not.
"Daddy." I heard myself mumbled for the first time since I was seven. It just felt right. He gathered me and my mom in a giant hug, still not aware of Callie. I'm surprised she's been silent this long.
Both my parents pulled away, each one leaving a hand on my arms. "How did you-" My father began, but I cut him off.
"Callie." I stated. One word was enough. I glanced over my shoulder to see Callie staring at me and my parents with a smile and glossy eyes.
"Callie." My mother repeated as she moved over to hug my best friend. That's the only time I've ever seen her be affectionate toward Callie. Ever. My father just smiled at her gratefully, choosing instead to stay by me.
"She found me. It was all her." My mother just moved back over to us, smiling as Callie followed.
My father stiffened. "What about the police?" I shook my head. "Have you called them?" I shook my head. "Why not?" Ah, there's my father. Always one to be on top of things.
"I don't have a phone and Callie's was...dead." I hesitated only a bit when I told my dad. I know he'll shoot her the death glare for being unprepared and not responsible, but if he caught me lying...things would be...well...worse.
Sure enough, there's the glare.
"Right, well, that's get that over with." My father said gruffly, whipping his blackberry out of his pocket. He has some thing against iPhones. He released me, walking away into most likely his office. I turned toward my mother.
"Mom, it's fine if Callie stays right?" I pleaded, hoping with every part of my being she said yes. She gave Callie a weird look, which I disregarded.
"Of course, sweetheart. I'm just glad you're safe. And the police will most likely be here soon, so it's best if she stays anyway." I nodded, hugging my mother just because I could now. I love her so much.
"Let's get inside hun, so you don't catch a chill. We wouldn't want that to happen,now would we?"I gave her a small smile before walking past her and going up the stairs to my room, Callie right on my heels. As I moved up the steps, I studied the pictures of my family that decorated the wall. Me when I was little. Us at holiday times. Us on vacations. Oh, the memories. Slowly, Callie and I made our way into my bedroom, closing the door behind us.
I studied the familiar set-up. I missed this. The room I just led behind was fine for the situation...great even, but it doesn't compare to this.
My bed:
My desk:
My T.V./Set:
Did I mention money isn't a problem in my family? Callie instantly made her way over to my bed and plopped down on it. I walked over to my closet, opening the doors to my wonderful wardrobe. I've missed you lovelies. I grabbed the tank top Callie gave me for my last birthday and walked over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of shorts and some underwear. I told Callie I was going to change and I got no response. I chuckled to myself and went in my bathroom to change.
In the bathroom, I studied myself in the mirror. So this is how I looked when I went to the club and back. Interesting. It's a surprise that my parents didn't comment on my attire. I picked at the corset, reliving some moments of the night. Shivering, I shook my head, trying to block those thoughts out. Quickly I stripped out of all those clothes. I don't want to remind myself of all that any longer. I walked back out a few minutes later to find Callie passed out on the bed. I jumped on the mattress, sending her flying off the other side.
"What the fuck?" I heard from below me. I laughed and I leaned over the edge to find Callie rolling her eyes and scowling. She climbed back up next to me.
"Nice shirt." She smirked and I thanked her as I climbed under the covers. She did the same. Most people would think we're weird for sleeping in the same bed, but hey give me a break. I just got home and she's my best friend.
"Night Jazzy."
"Night Cals." I said absent-mindedly, letting my mind drift back to today. I'm home. I don't think it's really sunk in yet that I'm free. I feel like this is all a dream and that the moment I close my eyes, I'll be back in that stupid room with all the boys. Is that why I'm kind of afraid to go to sleep? Maybe...
I wonder what Harry's doing right now? I wonder what all the boys are doing right now. I hope they're all okay and that they left after me and Callie did. I would hate for them to get hurt, even though they played a part in all this. I guessed I've just grown attached after a month and a half of them being my only company. That's it. It must be.
"Don't let the bed bugs bite." Callie murmured as she fell asleep. I smiled at the words we always say at every sleepover we have.
"If they do, I'll bite them back."
Notes
Soooo everyone! That was kinda a long chapter soooo I'm sorry for that. But! I hope you all liked it! :) What do you think of her room? And yes they are a rich family if you didn't get that.Please answer these questions!
1. What do you think the boys are up to?
2. Do you think they left too?
Oh and by the way, I messed up the mom's picture in the character list so you all should go back and check it out.
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1/25/14