HOMECOMING

By: Elda Estefania Flores Cabañas

I don't own nothing except for the plot and the non-famous characters. Please spare my English, it's my second language so I might have some errors. Feel free to correct me and r&r. ENJOY!!!

Chapter 1

Nia's POV

Chicago… the one place I thought I would never set foot again. I left 6 years ago to never come back. I guess what they say is true… if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. I thought leaving was the hardest thing to do, but it doesn't compare to how hard it is to come back. Everything I've been trying to forget is here. I'm a coward… I admit it. I don't want to face everything or everyone… especially him. He's one of the reasons I left. Not the only but… yeah. I know he has moved on. He has his band and apparently, they're doing well. I know they're doing more than well. I attended a few of his shows and he's really good… and he seems happy. Too bad he wasn't good enough for me… and I wasn't good enough for him. Who knows? I just know that right now, while I'm sitting in my rented car outside my parents' house, I don't want to be here. Maybe I made a mistake coming back. Maybe I should leave before anyone sees me. I mean, I really think they don't need me here. But, who am I kidding? Of course they need me… my whole 'family' needs me. I've spent so many years shutting them out of my life that the least I can do is spend the last few days with my dying father. I don't give a fuck about my father. He's been a cheating, scumbag of a husband and father his whole life and the truth is… I came back because of my sister. It's going to get worse before it gets better, and I intend to be there for her when it does. I love her, after all. Is not that I don't love my mother. I just think that maybe it's impossible to love someone I don't respect… and I just don't respect my mother. She just stood there and took it all. Away from my father, she's a beautiful, striking, confident woman, but as soon he enters the room, everything wonderful about her disappears. She becomes quiet and cold and questions her every move, word, thought. She looks the other way when he cheats, even when he parades the women in front of her face. My mother's whole life, everything about it, was wrapped up in my fathers. His goals, desires, dreams, were all hers. And after all, all my mother ever wants is for him to be happy. So I did what she could never do… leave. The day I decided to leave was when I knew things were more than cheating now. The day he landed the first slap and she just kept her mouth shut, I knew I had to get away from them. But when I looked for comfort, I realized my whole life was a make believe. That's when I knew I couldn't stay anymore. I wasn't going to let myself get swallowed by that environment. So I bought a one way ticket to NYC and left without a single word and to never come back. My sister was the only one that I kept in touch with. She's my twin. We're exactly the same, except for one tiny detail. We both have brown eyes, but if you look really close, my eyes have a green line around the iris while hers is around the pupil. That green line has always been my downfall cause it seems to become more evident whenever I'm experimenting a very strong feeling… anger, fear, deception, even love. That's why I never was a good liar.

Well, if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say

I never want to let you down or have you go, its better off this way

I'm startled by my phone ringing. I pick up, not caring to look at the ID. "Hello" I say.

"Are you gonna stay all day sitting in that car like a crazy stalker or PI, or are you gonna come inside and give me a hug?" My sister says. I look towards the house and see her standing at the door with a big smile on her face.

"Since when a stalker is not crazy?" I ask her.

"Get your ass here" She says. I hang up and walk out of the car after grabbing my purse and the small bag that was on the back seat. I close the door and straighten my shirt. I take a deep breath and start walking towards her. She takes a few steps towards me. "Hey" She says as I approach her.

"Hey, sis" I say with a forced smile. She smiles back and hugs me. I hugged back feeling a little sentimental. If there was a thing that I regretted after leaving was leaving her behind. She stayed here and dealt with everything I was too scared to face or go through.

"I missed you" She says as she let's go of me. I look at her and was taken aback about how much I have missed her too.

"I missed you, too"

"It's good to have you back. Wow… look at you. All grown up and everything. I love what you did to your hair. You look… important and elegant. Where's that rocker girl that loved to skate and eat Doritos and get busted by the cops?"

"She stayed here when I left" I said, putting a strand of my hair behind my ear and looked down for a second.

"I think she's still there somewhere" She said in a very insinuating voice. I looked up at her and gave her an uncomfortable smile. "It's okay. I think your scream-o band isn't together anymore" I let a small laugh out remembering about that. "Is this all your luggage? No big LV suitcases and tiny dogs?" She says noticing the red bag on my hand.

"First of all, I don't have Louis Vuitton suitcases and you know I hate small dogs" I say glaring at her. "Besides, I don't plan on staying too long anyways"

"Oh" She says with a sad tone that made my heart ache. "Well… it's good to know you still have your sense of humor" She says sarcastically, making me feel even worse. "Come in" She says as she turns around and walks in. I stood there, looking at the house and knowing that this was gonna change everything in my life that I tried so hard to leave behind. "Come on" She says, urging me in. I take a deep breath before walking into the house… into my past.