Where I Belong √

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

        Home; a place where a person finds solace, peace. But for me, it's my biggest fear, my dreadful past. After years of staying away, I still shiver at the thought of it and couldn't bring myself to face my fears.
I honked and the watchman who was asleep on the chair jumps on his feet. He rubbed his eyes as if he witnessed some ghosts. The old man scurries to open the gates for me.

"Welcome, ma'am. Welcome home" he grins bowing his head down. The first person to welcome me home. I thanked him politely and parked my shitty excuse for a car beside the luxurious Cars my father owned. Servants came running to carry my luggage as soon as I stepped out of my car.

"It's okay. I can manage" I smiled politely taking back my single suitcase. They protested, but I insisted.

I willed myself to walk towards the front door of the mansion where my family lived. With every step, I took forward my heart rate increased. Gathering the courage I ringed the bell. The maid opened the huge door and welcomed me home. The maids and servants lined up, probably to take the look of the elder daughter of this mansion who was back home almost after four years.

"Becca!!!!!" the high pitch scream of my sister resonates through the mansion.

My face broke into a smile as I watch her sprint towards me. She hugged me tackling to the ground and I laugh dropping my luggage.

"I missed you so much" she literally screams in my ear.

I missed her too. Damn much!

"You are suffocating me" I complain and she chuckles getting off and help me get on my feet.

"Honey"

My smile wavered.

"Mother" I acknowledged her forcing a smile.
Her hazel eyes were glistening with moisture.

She pulls me into a hug catching me off-guard. I don't remember the last time she hugged me.

"I missed you" her voice cracks and I felt a tug at my heart. She reluctantly drifts apart as I stare at her.
At the age of fifty, she manages to look like a goddess she always was. My sister Kate and I inherited some of her features and I was lucky to get her hazel eyes.

"Done with the meet and greet" the authoritative voice fills the room and I froze. My heart rate increased suddenly and I clench my sweaty palm as I watch him walk towards us, his wrinkled eyes never leaving mine. I try to push back the fear which was settled down on my chest.
I kept my poker face as he stares at me with no remorse or whatsoever in his eyes.
I did not acknowledge him because he never liked it when I called him dad.

He stood beside my younger sister and kissed her forehead.
"Bye kiddo" with that he walked past me and my sister. Mom flashes me a forced smile.

For what? It's not like I was jealous because of not getting fatherly love and affection. I learned to grow up without that. I was more than glad that he did not hurt me physically the moment he saw me.

I dragged my suitcase with me with my sister following me behind and continuously blabbering about random things because she is unable to keep her mouth shut.

We entered the room I grew up in. Nothing has changed since l left.
The same bed, same furnishing, same texture of the wall, the same ceiling fan on which I tried to hang myself when I was eight years old. At eight I didn't know the meaning of life, yet I gave in to the temptation to quit it.

"I'll help you unpack your stuff" my sister offers.

"I can manage Kate"

"Just one suitcase" she frowned.