HIM

chapter one

This drive has been one of the longest of my life. As I stare out of the window, I can't help but think about how constant the moon is. It never changes, yeah the phases do. But, day after day it comes back. Along with the sun of course. But the moon is only bright because the sun lights it up, yet it holds so much beauty. It's dark, raw, and full of emotion. When I look up at the moon, I feel so at home in its embrace. The sun, on the other hand, works hand in hand with the moon, yet they are never together at once. The sun brightens our days, but you can't look at it directly. You can only see what it shows you with its light.

Together, the Sun and the Moon never seem to disappoint you. They are predictable. They always come back, their consistency is inevitable. They are one and the same, yet completely different. They are both equally powerful and beautiful in their own ways. Just like people, in an aspect. Some people.

Montana is Completely new. It's so different than what I'm used to in Washington... I'm not used to change, and new things aren't really my cup of tea. But truthfully, I'm glad we're doing this. The farther we drive away from Seattle, I can feel the weight of all the chaos falling from my shoulders.

"You okay Rayne?" Dad asks me with a worried expression.

"I'm okay dad, just a little tired I guess. Don't worry.." I try to reassure him, but I know my voice deceives me.

"Are you sure? You can talk to me..." He asks me for what seems like the sixtieth time on this drive.

"I'm fine now. I promise." I tell him once again. Hoping it does the trick in reassuring him this time.

"Okay... honey. We're almost to your grandmothers. Only about another half hour." He says.

He looks tired. Very tired. My dad works away from home, he's always going away on business, I can see it in his eyes he blames himself for what's happened. It's not his fault though, he truly had no idea. It's been going on for so long that how could he have known? He was never there to be able to do anything and when he was it was only for a short time until he left again. I had to pretend I was alright because who knows what she would have done to me if I would've said anything.

I'm truly just glad he came home early, I hate what he had to see, but I'm glad he did. We wouldn't be where we are now if he didn't

I focus back out of the window and look for constellations.

"This is going to be a big change for us, Westwood is nothing like Seattle." He tells me

"I know, it's going to be a change for the better though, I'm ready to try and move on from the past," I answer hopefully

Even though the past is your entire life, up until a day and a half ago. My inner voice taunts me

"I'm nervous though," I admit to him

"I am too..." He replies.

We pull into a long gravel driveway, with trees lining the way, hung along them are stringed lights lighting the way towards my grandmother's cabin.

"Well, we're here." He says, Shifting the car to park in the driveway.

"This place is beautiful," I tell him, as I'm unbuckling my seat belt

"It's been so long since I've been home. About 22 years." He explains.

"Are you nervous dad?" I ask, noticing how anxious he is.

"No, no, it's just I feel bad for how long it's been. I should've brought you here sooner.." He says.

Not even a second after he said that a woman comes from the front doors. Wearing an apron covered in pasta sauce. She rushes down the stairs coming towards my door first and before I even have time to prepare myself she opens my door pulling me from my seat and into her arms.