Only Place I Call Home Chapter One
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Jake and Clare did not in any way have a romantic relationship. They are just step-siblings. Just a heads up.
Summary: He's the boy who likes to write and spend his time alone. She's the girl whose favorite hobby was to watch him through his window. No one knows where this road ends, but it's not your typical love story.
Clare's POV
"Here we go again," I muttered to myself as my eyes rolled in annoyance. I listened to my mother and step-father argue for about thirty seconds before I couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing my iPod and my jacket, I stomped my way to the entrance of my room. I turned off the light before making my way down the dimly lit hallway, passing by Jake's room on the way.
I stopped in my tracks when I heard him say, "And where do you think your going?"
I sighed, backed up slightly, and stepped into his room, watching as he placed his phone on the bed next to him. His arm swirled around his head and held it up so he could get a better view of me. I guess I still haven't gotten use to the idea of having a brother yet, considering it has only been a few months. It's not that I hate Jake, I honestly don't mind the kid, but I just wish our families could have gotten to know each other better before our parents rushed into marriage. Now, I know that Jake and I have known each other for quite a long time – six years, I believe. But that doesn't mean I actually know him and Glen. The only thing I know about our past relationship with the Martin's was that I liked throwing dead frogs at Jakes face. I don't know about my mother, but I don't think that's a great way to start off a romantic relationship.
"For a walk. Their voices are starting to give me a permanent migraine. You're welcome to join if you'd like." I offered just to be nice. I honestly just wanted time to myself, and if I was correct I knew he would decline and say…
"As much as I'd love that," he said sarcastically. "I'm actually heading to Jenna's."
I nodded knowingly before bidding goodbye and heading down the stairs, sighing as I walked past the bickering love birds. I hated to admit it but I actually miss their honeymoon phase. They use to be completely in love and kissing and groping each other every chance they got, and even though it made me sick to my stomach, I'd rather that then the fighting any day.
"I'm going for a walk!" I yelled, knowing they wouldn't hear me over their yelling. "Not like you care." I muttered to myself as I closed the door behind me.
I pulled out my iPod and put the ear buds in my ears and selected a play list, letting the music and lyrics fill my ears, calming me instantly. Shoving my hands into my jacket pockets, I made my way down the sidewalk, my head bobbing to the music. I didn't know exactly where I was headed, nor did I care. I guess the only way to find out where I was going was to wait until I got there.
My feet suddenly began to move to the beat and I somehow managed to add a skip into my walk, taking note that I was dancing along the sidewalk where everyone could see me. It wasn't a shock to me though; I loved to dance, and I guess that's what my subconscious was silently craving. I soon found myself prancing down the sidewalk, my hands slipping out of my pockets to move to the beat of the song. Pedestrians walking by might think that I was weird, or in need of some therapy, but I honestly couldn't care less. They could think what they want to think. As Jake always says – haters gonna hate.
As I kept dancing to the beat of the song, showing the world just how many fucks I give, I realized just how much I needed this. My life has been pretty hectic lately; with the new marriage, the new step-father and step-brother, the new house, the new town – everything in my life has just been a rollercoaster, and as much as I love the rides and the thrill I get from them, I hated this one. So, I let myself go and flailed around carelessly, not even fazed by how ridiculous I must look.
"Ah!" I squealed when I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, my whole body twisting and tumbling to the ground with a loud umph! A pained groan escaped my lips as I lifted my head from the ground, spitting out little pieces of grass. I realized I had landed on someone's front lawn, and not wanting to have some old man come out and yell at me for being on his property, I slowly got up from the ground, dusting myself off. It was then that I realized my iPod wasn't in my pocket anymore, causing my heart to drop into my stomach. That little device was literally my whole life.
"Shit," I muttered to myself when I saw the glimmer of my iPod as it lay all the way across the lawn. I sighed agitatedly before making my way over to it. My eyes stayed on the house as I walked up to it slowly, realizing just how creepy the house looked. It wasn't a dump site, but it sure wasn't as nice as the rest of the houses on the block.
I finally made it to my iPod and bent down to retrieve it. As I stood back up to walk away, my eyes landed on a shinning light through the window from inside the house. I could hear a voice coming from inside, and from what I could hear there was only one. As my teeth tugged on my bottom lip, I slowly crept up towards the house, my curiosity getting the best of me.
I stepped up to the window and peeked inside, realizing there was a boy in there, probably a few years older than me, if not the same age. I couldn't really see his face, and the fact that he was pacing the room like a mad man didn't help, either. I watched, intrigued, as his boney fingers tugged at his hair, his eyes closed as his lips moved frantically; it looked like this boy was at war with himself. As I looked around I could see crumpled pieces of paper covering the floor, as many others were along the desk in the room. There were sheets everywhere, and from what I could see each of them with messy writing covering at least half of the page.
I finally looked back to the boy to see he was finally calming down. I shifted slightly, and with my luck, the window ledge I was leaning on creaked and as he opened his eyes to turn and look out the window, I gasped before ducking, my heart nearly jumping out of my chest. Not only was my heart thumping with adrenaline from almost getting caught, but it was thudding harshly in my chest from the intensity of the boys beautiful, intense, hypnotizing green eyes. They captivated me – motivated me.
It was weird; it was like with one look in his eyes I instantly wanted to know everything about him.
I waited a little while longer, just to be on the safe side that he left the window. I peeked in one more time seeing the boy beginning to pace back and forth. His fingers were on his lips and he had a very intense expression worn on his gorgeous face.
I have no idea why, but in that moment I wanted to know all about this boy. And I mean everything about him. The way he walked around the room made me want to know how he would carry himself, the way he mumbled things – only loud enough for him to hear made me wonder what his voice sounded like, the way his eyes looked intensely at all his surroundings made me want to know how they would look when he was looking at me.
When his body turned toward the window again I snapped my head down. I could hear his footsteps, and my eyes went wide. I went as quietly as I could around the back of the house as I heard the front door open with a creak. I heard his steps on the porch in front of the door and he stood there for only a few seconds before turning on his heels and entering his home once again.
I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding in. I stayed in place for another minute or so; the last thing I need right now is to get caught by the strange boy, who could do God knows what to me.
I held my breath in again as I peeked around the corner, silently hoping he was there, just so I could have one last look. When I realized the coast was clear I ran. I heard dogs in the neighbourhood start to bark and that only made me run faster, in fear of the boy chasing after me. I looked behind me once as I kept running and saw that no one was there, but then I was suddenly stopped by something knocking me to the ground, where I hit my head. If I thought I had a migraine before, I sure do now. I have never experienced this kind of pain before. I looked up and saw that I had run into a pole.
Are you serious?
I saw an older couple look at me with worry. They were probably my mother's age, if not older.
"Are you alright, miss? Do you need to see a doctor? Shall I call your parents for you?" The woman asked. All I could do was just try and focus on their words, though everything was still kind of hazy. My head was pounding though, and I probably had a concussion. But I didn't care. It's not like my mother would care either.
I pushed myself off of the ground, feeling the pound in my temples. I felt a bit dizzy but I pushed that feeling aside and stood up on my feet. "Thank you, it's very kind of you to try and help me, but I'm fine. I'm just a little clumsy, obviously."
They chuckled at my sentence, trying to be casual. They smiled and told me to be more careful next time. I smiled and assured them I would, even though on the inside I was rolling my eyes at the stupidity of their words.
We finally got to go our separate ways, and despite how stupid I thought they were, I took their advice and paid closer attention to where I was going and my surroundings. And because of this I safely got home without anymore accidents.
When I arrived "home" I still heard the arguing, earning a scoff to pass through my lips. I passed by Jake's bedroom and noticed that he was still gone for the evening. He was probably screwing that girl. I scoffed, knowing that this little thing he has going on with her won't last; it never does, and rolled my eyes as I walked too my room.
I walked into my bedroom, shivering lightly from the chilly atmosphere. Seeing that my bedroom window was open, I went over to it and closed it. After that was done I placed my iPod onto the charger dock that I had and changed into my pajamas. I thought about going downstairs and telling my mother about what happened tonight, but decided against it when I heard a loud plate crash. It was different when my mom and actual dad fought. I thought her getting remarried would stop the endless headaches and the sleepless nights…
I guess I was wrong.
I sighed and heard one more crash; I realized that sleep just wasn't going to happen tonight without the help of my trusty sidekick – iPod. So I grabbed my half charged iPod and plugged my headphones in, wanting to block out everything. I turned the music way louder then I should, but even then I could still hear the screams. I sighed frustrated and rolled over in my bed, cuddling into my pillow. I stared out into the night through my window, watching the stars twinkle as the moon hung in the sky.
My mind wandered to the mysterious, pretty eyed, boy in the scary house. Why was he alone at such a time in the night? Why was he looking as if he was having a mental breakdown? Why was he so jumpy? Why was he anxious? Why was I interested in his life so much? What's so fascinating about that boy that made me desire the chance to see him again?
The questions went on and on, and the more I thought about it the more I wanted to know about him. Like I said, I want to learn everything about the mysterious boy in the mysterious house.
The question now is how…
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