Darkness

Part 3 WELCOME HOME!

My mother immediantly called my father but she said she wouldn't tell him we were here until he got home. I cried on my mothers shoulder and so did Alex. While we waited, she told us everything that happened when we weren't here. She told Alex about all his friends trying to help find him and about them calling her and telling her all their eight year old gossip so she could tell Alex when he got home, it was sweet really, little boys trying to help their friends family when they disappeared. She then told me about my friends too, and all their gossip. Then we asked questions on things she didn't mention.

"How old am i?" i asked in a small voice to break the silence. My mothers face seemed a little surprised by the question but she just looked down at me leaning on her shoulder and smiled.

"Your still fifteen," She paused for a few seconds. "Your birthdays actuall in a week." She smiled again. I sighed in relief. I would die if i missed my own sixteenth birthday. My mother slowly moved on the couch and said she was going to put the now asleep Alex to bed. I leaned back in the comfortable couch and sighed in it all. But after a few moments it all rushed back to me. Roley, running away, all those awful experiences. Before i could think about what i was going to do the front door squealed open and the familiar figure stepped in. My father.

I pounced off the couch and sprinted toward him, I jumped into his anxious arms and cried softly into his warm chest. I faintly heard my mother come back down the stairs and i think she was atching us now. I heard dads soft cries and him telling me how much he missed me and Alex. I just kept responding with "I love you." I inhaled in his earthy scent and pulled back to looked at his far away, happy expression. I smiled through my tears and slowly moved him towards the welcoming couch. He sat down carefully. After a few minutes i heard a soft snore. Weird, he was awake then fell asleep. Maybe it was shock or somthing weird, but from what i remember he always got to bed before falling asleep. I manouvered myself trying not to wake him. I finally, after a little struggle got myself untangled from his arms. I straightened out my shirt then looked up to meet the eyes of my mothers. She was standing there watching me with adoration and admiration in her eyes. I smiled at her, she returned it with a dazzling one of her own before coming toward me and put her arm around my waist and pulling me toward the stairs. I went willingly and rested my head on her shouldler, with her free hand she smoothed down my hair in comfort. I smiled to myself as she opened the door to my room. Suddenly a million questions flew to my mind. What is it like now?Is it still mine? did she move everything out? Did she change it? I stopped and gasped at what i saw. My whole room was exactly like i remembered. My lavender walls aith light baby pink strips and silver shimmering in random places. My bed wasn't made, my bookshelf was stacked full and there was a fresh pile of clothes on my bed. It smelt the same, of vamilla and roses from my essence stick thingies. It was all the same, my parents hadn't changed a single thing. I had tears stinging my eyes and before i knew it my mothers arms were around me trying to comfort me in the only way she could. i sobbed on her should as she tugged me lightly toward thebed. it looked warm and very welcoming. It was soft and bouncy and squeaked alittle in protest like it usually did. My mother started began asking he question she'd been waiting for, the one that Alex or me didn't tell her. I dont think she really wanted Alex to be around in case it was something not to be heard by a eight year old.

"What happened to you?" She asked in desperation. She pleaded with tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. I didn't know what to tell her. The whole story? Or just keep her in the dark and only tell her the thing that wouldn't hurt her as much.

"I was walking home with Alex at first,"I paused seeking the right words. But how do you tell your mother you have been raped and tortured as well as your brother being hurt? "I told Alex i didn't want him walking with me and he started crying," I winced at the memory, " I started walking through the short cut by the lake and then he pounced me." I sobbed harder. I then told her everything, every little detail, i saw her features changed from shock to horror to pain and surprise to murderous, and trust me the surprise looks weren't good at all. She keep quiet to the end then comments and hugged me close. I slowly fell into unconsiousness and tiresome took over my eyes. Before i came completely unaware i felt my mothers body shift from underneth me and she positioned me under the blankets for warmth. But that was all i heard.

Beams of sunlight shon through my room and lifted my eyelids into bright daylight. I squinted at first from the sun. Damn sun! let me sleep! i groaned and covered a pillow over my head, suddenly i relised i wasn't alone A deep rumbly voice whispered to me.

"Good morning, Lissia." It hissed and i matched the voice to Roley. I started panting and scanning my room for him. He was no where in sight. I felt tears streaming my cheek and falling off my chin. The door squeaked open.

I saw my brothers familiar short figure tip toe inside. He had his eyes on his feet trying not to look at me. i couldn't tell why. I sighed in relief and my hand flew up to my hair line to wipe stands from my eyes and found sweat beads about to drizzle down the sides of my face. I quickly wiped them away. Eww! Alex's jerked his head upwards. My eyes widened in shock to see fresh tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes for a few second then ushered him toward my bed. He padded over to me and jumped up on the bed. The next thing i notice, hes got me in a bear hug and sniffling sobs. I kept whispering 'i love you' and 'everythings going to be okay' but how could i be sure? About an hour later i heard his resembly loud snores. I surpressed a smile and shifted from underneath him and carried his light weight, i opened the door with my foot to find my mother standing there reaching for the doorknob. She smiled at the sight of my holding my brother snoring loudly and helped me get him back into his room. I lay him on the bed before pulling his blanket up to his shoulders. he had a faint smile on his lips, i smiled at that then pressed a kiss to his forehead, so did mum. I stepped out the room then began towards my own room, planning on getting my towel and having a relaxing shower. Then thoughts hit me. How long has it been since i showered? How could've my mum and father not say i stank so bad? Jesus Chris- A firm smooth hand caught my elbow and i gasped in fright. i turned to see my mother looking at me, when she saw my fright she pulled me in a tight embrace.

"I have to try not to do that. I'm sorry." She whispered to my ear. i nodded my head unable to speak. A few tears escaped my eyes. What the hell is with me crying? Jesus! My mother then helped me get in the shower after getting a fresh towel ou the the cupboard in the hall. I stretched ou t my hand to feel the waters warmth. When it reached my satisfaction i stepped in and rinsed out my hair, washed it, rubbed soap all over my body and winced when it inncidently ran into my open cuts. I then stood there leaning against the glass walls and enjoyed the shower but was interrupted by a hard banging fist against the bathroom door. My father then shouted, "OUT, LISSIA! SOMEONE ELSE MIGHT WANT TO USE THE WATER THIS WEEK!" i giggled. just like old times. I turned the tap off and on, teasing my father. I heard faint laughter coming from the hall. i finallly oboeyed and the water reached a holt after a few drips of water fell. I opened the glass door and reached out for my towel before fully exposing my body to the cool air. i shivered and wrapped my body tight in the towel. I moved myself over to the sink and opened the cabnet underneath to find my face moisturizer. i slappped on a blob and rubbed in in roughly. it was some salty type stuff that was supposed to help get rid of pimples. It smelled like apricots and felt like salt against my skin... eww? But it worked. At a very gradual pace... I then rinsed it of with a flanel and hot steaming water. My hands found my clothes and then then the other found the doorknod. It squeaked opened unwillingly. I padded over to my bedroom down the end of the hall and shut the door behind me to find someone waiting for me, gracefully stretched out on my bed smoothing down my quilt. He looked up at me entering then hissed.

"Its about time you got back here. i've been waiting..." The whispered hiss had my lying on the ground panting fearfully. I sobbed into the soft carpeted ground. My breathing was labored and rough.

This isnt all okay!!! i just cant finish it yet!!!! it will be finished by the end of the week!!!! promise!