Phobias

Thats What She Heard.

Thoughts = Italic More than 1 person talking = bold

S W E A R W A R N I N G

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Sobbing.
That's all Archer could register, her kidnapper Gareth Smirnov plead guilty in a court full of misunderstanding faces.
They had no idea what he had done to violate her basic human rights, but somewhere in her she felt happy, she didn't fully understand why, but she was cheery, joyful even. Her smile disturbed some people, due to the fact that it was a wide yet saddened grin one could only describe as--- unpleasant.

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Silence echoed around the car like a songbird in the shower, Archer's smile had soon faded in the black abyss of her thoughts, which, to be fair, wasn't a very hard thing to lose yourself in after professionally doing it for 3 years. That's the only thing she could do.
"I'm back in my hometown, so why am I not happy?" She wondered to herself "They all thought I was dead, what if they don't like that I'm back?" The girl stopped and repositioned herself in her car seat so that the beaming light of the suns UV rays didn't give her another reason to get another checkup at the doctors, she'd been searched enough this week. Her fathers eyes were tired and worn down in the reflection presented in the car door mirror, but they were quite noticeably happy despite the many things he'd have to face, with therapy and whatnot for his daughter. He was just glad she had come home.

The few first weeks went fast, being in familiar arms is mentally healing, soothing almost. Everyone Archer was even mildly related to had step foot into that house and wept tears of joy upon laying eyes on the teenager. Of course her parents had made a missing poster for her, it made her throw up a little while looking at it,
Reason one ; The day of the event was still carved in her brain cells, every detail had remained like a bonfire's soot on wood.
Reason two ; Her parents may have picked the most unattractive looking photo they could find of her.
She giggled a little while this train of thought was still zooming, "I'm sure there are worse photos."

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Just then, a thundering knock came from the wooden door. Once Archer had plucked up the courage to answer the door, she tried to make as little noise as possible on her journey to her front door, anxiety spilled over her as she placed her hands on the house keys which were already residing in the door lock.

Through the silhouette of her outside house, she could make out an average heightened figure with a teenage girls stature.

"Oh--m- my fucking god." Wept ??? Shakily
Arms were strapped around Archer tightly, causing her to lose balance and fumble to the floor.
"Ow." Archer spoke with a decent level of sarcasm.
The person laying on top of her was unidentifiable because of Archers lack of glasses, she mentally face palmed herself while realising her habit of wandering without her recent need of spectacles would become a concern for her and others safety.
Archer rose from her uncomfortable position and scanned the living room area in hope to locate t̶h̶e̶ ̶l̶a̶m̶b̶ ̶s̶a̶u̶c̶e̶ her trusty specks. In the process of making out who the prancer was, she rested her eyes on the large dent in her door.
"I guess the door could handle it." The duet laughed out
The pair turned to each other in realising their shared love for bad puns.
"Wood you look who finally came back." Sam snickered.
"Get your ass up, you 'filthy sinner'." Archer reached out her hand to assist the ex-friend.

Laughing. She heard laughing.

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End Of Chapter :D

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