A/N: I am not Tabitha Suzuma. Tabitha is the amazing author of Forbidden, and this right here is an entry to her fanfiction competition! I didn't really write this for the competition, though, there's just so much that I wanted to fill in. Forbidden is joint first on my list of favourite books, it's an amazing, beautiful, wonderful book, and I enjoyed writing within it a lot :D.
Kit comes home
Lochan
Maya is sitting with Willa in the lounge, reading with her. Tiffin is wearing out his thumbs on his GameBoy by the sofa. Kit is still out; all is quiet, but this house is too hot, so I swing open the front door and lean against the doorway. I observe the street before me, unnaturally bright sunlight - for this time of year - dancing on the rooftops of the houses nearby, glistening in the field grass. A cool breeze enters the narrow porch, and I close my eyes, soaking up the beauty of this autumn afternoon; just for now, I can pretend that I am a normal teenager, living a normal life, without so much to take care of. Noone would ever make the mistake of assuming I don't love my family, because I do. Well, not Mum, at least, but my brothers and sisters are the only thing that keeps me going in a world where the brightness of today is hard to come by. But it doesn't make it any easier when Tiffin is shouting because there's no chocolate in the house, when Willa bumps her head on the door and cries for ten minutes, when it takes threats and extortion to get the money we need from Mum every week, when Kit stays out for several hours beyond his curfew, getting up to god-knows-what with those "friends" of his...
I open my eyes. To my surprise, there he is in the distance. Four burly figures swagger along beside him as they cross the field, gradually getting closer to the house. Is he actually coming back in the middle of the day? I consider calling out to him, but in the end I decide against it, knowing that he'll only turn in embarrassment, not wanting to follow orders from his brother in front of his mates. So instead, I stand by the door and wait.
He catches sight of me. Slows down. We make eye contact and I can see the indecision written in his maturing face. He turns to the boys and exchanges a few inaudible words, and carries on in the same direction, leaving them behind to return to the only place he can really call home. However screwed up it may be.
"Hey," I say and step aside to let Kit past. He acknowledges me with a brief nod, so I don't try to do anything else, just turn back to the door and smile at the world outside, before shutting and locking it, back to the only place that I can call home either.