Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Jeff Davis
I watch as the trees go by as my mother drives through our old home, Beacon Hills. It's been awhile since I've been in this town. Mother and I left the day a big fire happened. We've lived around ever since. Until last week, I considered Colorada to be my home.
"Just leave me alone," I told the boy that was following me. I didn't want to be bothered and he was creeping me out.
"Come on, Kimmy. I just want to hang out," he says. I turned abruptly and pushed him away.
"I said, LEAVE ME ALONE," I yelled. I could see something flash in his eyes before he grabbed my arms. I was starting to get scared.
"You're going to shut up, and you're going to listen. Got it, bitch," he asked. I continued to squirm and I managed to get a hand free and I slapped him and ran away. I felt the air leave my lungs as I was tackled to the ground. I felt the tears prick my eyes.
"Please, stop," I yell. Everyone is gone. I feel him pull my at my skirt and I just close my eyes. My hands ball into fists and I push at his chest. Then, I hear him scream in pain.
"What the hell did you do to me," he yelled. I opened my eyes and saw some pretty nasty burns on his chest. I just got up and ran. Ran as far as I could.
After mom found out, she packed our bags and decided to move us back to her home town.
"We're here. Welcome home, Kimberly," my mom said as we pulled up to a house. I don't feel at home, I've never felt at home. I just want to go back to Colorado. I want to see my best friend, Beth. I want to be anywhere but here.
"Yeah, home," I say, quietly. I wish my dad was alive. I just know he would be my favorite person. I just hope I can be happy here. Welcome to Beacon Hills.