Returning Home

Chapter One- Coming Home

I sat staring out my window watching the luscious green hill sides fly by at 156km/hr as I contemplated my returning back to my home town. It wasn't the circumstances that I hoped that to be returning. In fact I had hoped that I never had to return at all.

It was a town of misery, a town of no future and now.......a town of no family.

I looked down at my IPod to see that the music list of 10 songs has finished playing....again... for the 5th time. Pressing play for the first song, I sat the IPod back down in my lap and continued my hill gazing.

If only life could be as bright and full of life as this country side that I was watching. Foals frolicking in the fields while the mother mares chase after them scalding them for taking off.

Well that was a bit of a familiar scene I thought to myself sitting back into my seat closing my eyes.

I started thinking back to 3 nights ago when an attorney showed up knocking my dormitry door.

                  "Miss Williams, my name is Lyle Jenkins and I'm your family attorney"

                  "Can I help you Mr Jenkins"

                   "I regret to inform you of the deaths of both your parents. I need to present to you the will in which they have named you in" 

                   "I believe there must be a mistake, I have no family who has any contact with me, yet along name in part of their will."

                    "I do not make mistakes Miss Williams. They have written that you are the sole beneficiary of the will and you claim to inherit what is left."

                     "I um.. What about Abigail? I mean why me? I haven't talked to them in 7 years" 

                      "Yes I was wondering what was going through their minds when they put you as the only receiver on this will, unfortunately there in nothing going towards Abigail, only you."

                      "Well what do I stand to inherit?"

                      "The rest of the Williams estate and their property in Bundaberg."

  

I tuned back to reality when I heard the stewardess speaking into the overhead speakers.

                       "Ladie's and Gentleman, please keep seated while we pull into the Bundaberg Station. Remain seated until the seat belt light switches off. Thank you for riding in Queensland Rails and we hope that you return to use our service in the near future" 

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breathe in and exhaled out trying to settle my nerves that had all of a sudden taken over my body. I opened my eyes looked out the window to see the start of the station platform and soon again the nerves over took my body sending my heart racing as fast as a speedway car. I started to slowly going through my chant in my mind to calm my nerves and so far so good. 

                      "Uh, excuse me Miss, is this your stop? Everyone's getting off now"

I opened my eyes to see the stewardess staring at me with confusion as to why I was sitting here with my eyes close, while I had to be getting off.

I nodded my head quickly, undone my seat belt and grabbed my bag from the over head locker above my seat.

                        

                        "Sorry Ma'am. I'm going now"

I made a mad dash past her and quickly got off the train just mere seconds before the doors closed behind me. With a sigh of relief I took one good look around me, taking in all the familiar features I tried so hard to forget. Memories flooded my mind of when I was here 7 years ago with my father and my sister.

         

                        "Don't you dare take one step on that train young lady or so God help I will never, ever have you apart of this family again" My father yelled, turning red. I swear I could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

                          "You can't tell me what to do, I'm 18 now. This is my dream, this is what I want." I yelled back holding tightly onto the train ticket like my life depended on. Well technically it did, It was my ride out to freedom.

                          "That's the thing you ARE 18 and you DON"T know what you want? What 18 year old know's what she wants? huh certainly not you that's for sure" My father continued yelling.

                            "WELL I DO DAD!! I DO KNOW WHAT I WANT, AND I HAVE KNOWN NOW FOR 2 YEARS" I yelled back tears streaming down my face, hurt penetrating ever inch of my body.

                             "Don't you dare yell at....."

                              "Libs, please just think of mum, think of what it will do to her, It will kill her to have you leave. Please just come back home, we need you home" My sister Abby butted in, placing a hand on my fathers shoulder trying to calm him down.

I shook my head blowing Abby a kiss

                                "I can't Abs, this is my dream this is what I want"

I took a step back onto the train and watched Dad and Abby run for me just as the doors closed. Tears bucketed down my cheeks as I heard them banging on the door begging for me to open the doors up.

I pulled myself out of day dream and wiped the single tear drop from my cheek quickly before anyone saw. Well one thing that Abigail said was right, This did kill my mother, even my father.

I hitched up my over night back further up onto my shoulder and made my way to the taxi rink. Each step I took made a loud echo in my ears. It was as if I was in a long narrow empty hall way. My heart beat was beating faster then before and so much louder that It was starting to over take the sound of my steps.

                                "Where too Ma'am"

I blinked my eyes and stared at the driver for a few seconds before I realized I was sitting in the backseat of the taxi.

                                 "Uh. Um can I go to 89 Glaskow street please" I asked sitting back buckling up my seat belt.

Before I knew it, I was standing out the front of my old childhood house. Not a single light was on. ( I mean not that there would be considering no one was living in it). The all house dream of a  small white pickett fence around the house, except only I knew that it was white from my childhood. Now stood a dark dirty grey coloured fence with a few piles missing from the front part. 

I took a small step towards the side front veranda, trying not to think about my childhood laughter, and random plays I had in the front yard with my sister. Taking a breathe in I closed my eyes, sang my chant, opened them and made my way to the front door. 

One thing's for certain. I won't be staying here any longer then I need to.

~A/N

Hey guys, so my first story. Not really happy atm but I'm just setting my scene. Please no hate just feel fere for "Creative Critisim" I love feed back and respond really well to it!!

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