DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harvest Moon or any of it's characters.

Hi everyone, I was going to work on 'The Unpredictable' when this story came to mind, a story of May if her mother took her back to live with her instead of leaving her with Barley. When I looked through the May fics I do think there was one similar written but this will me different I promise, and I'm not trying to copy anyone.

So please enjoy and if you'd like to read more, chapter 1 is waiting on word in my computer if you guys like it. (:

PROLOGUE

"I hate you!" I screamed tears streaming down my face, my cheeks shinnying wet. I slammed the door to my bedroom, my old run down bedroom with garbage picked furniture. I sat down in the old city apartment it's floor boards creaking as I did so, I covered my face in my hands trying to stifle my tears.

I don't know how long I sat there bawling my eyes out, but soon the tears would not allow themselves to be released from my eyes any longer and my throat was drying up. Sirens were sounding loudly in the distance but I ignored easily from experience.

I lived in New York City with my mother and what ever boyfriend it was that she was with now I'm not sure who it was and I doubt she did either. I hated my life with every ounce of my body and as if that wasn't bad enough I couldn't even be the only one who hated my life. My mother hated it too, I was just an extra mouth the feed to her; assuming she did feed me.

My mother was a stressed out woman who hated her job and was constantly stressed out with her own bills, and if that was all maybe I'd have some compassion for her. But it wasn't all it never was, since she was so miserable she depended on alcohol to solve her problems. She would go to the bar each night after work and drink until she get so drunk I'm surprised she could remember how to breathe. Then she'd meet some random old goon and bring him home for a room time. Or maybe they'd go to the guys house some nights, or the ever so wonderful that they decided not to even go home and just stay at the bar until the cops would bring her drunk butt home to me her daughter at 3am yeah I just loved those nights.

Then while she was home which was rare enough, she would get set off by pretty much everything and anything I did. She'd holler and shout at me when I had the TV on too loud, or when I forgot to cook dinner or to do the laundry. Though my mother had never personally left a visible mark on me, she wouldn't stop if from happening either. I still had bruises up and down from on boyfriend who decided a few nights ago that score of the night wasn't enough, and a burn on my right shoulder from another who got made at the hot pot on the stove and threw it at me. But most of those incidences happened to me when I was younger I'd like to think I was smarter now. I would take double shifts at the diner I worked at, and would sleep over my friend from work's apartment. (She was twenty seven but the closest thing to a friend I had.)

My life wasn't always like this, there was a time in my life when everything actually seemed to make sense, a time when I felt like I was loved a time where I actually thought people might care if I ran away and never came back. But that was a long time ago; over seven years ago… back in a little town called Mineral Town…

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"Bye May!" Myles called from where she sat behind the counter of the diner.

I replied with a simple nod as I headed out onto the streets of the city, taking to my familiar route back home. I didn't particularly want to go home yet, but I'd already worked until five and if I didn't arrive home soon I wouldn't have dinner prepared in time for my mother if she decided to get home early, and I just wasn't up to being screamed at not today at least.

"Hello May," Ms. Kellie called an older woman that lived in the small house next to our apartment complex. Ms. Kellie was a nice lady I'd only talked to her a few times on my way out to school; I was well aware she knew of my home situation most people on the block did. I couldn't blame them it was hard not to know of the neighbors who woke them up with police sirens and loud music. But the nice thing about Ms. Kellie was she didn't pry about our situation, she didn't question me and she didn't seem to think of my differently for what my mother did, like many other neighbors had.

"Hi," I smiled a little I had no intention of stopping to talk to her.

"May," she called and I tensed up turning back to her unsure of what could be coming next.

"Yes?" I asked.

"An older man was looking for you a little earlier, he looked lost. I told him you were at work but he didn't seem satisfied with that, it seemed very urgent…"

I cocked my head to the side this wasn't what I was expecting. "Are you sure he wasn't looking for someone else, or my mother maybe?" I asked.

"No," she shook her head. "He was definitely looking for you," she seemed positive on it.

I nodded unsure of what to say next, so I walked away from Ms. Kellie who seemed to get the picture and didn't press for more details we both were left puzzled. An older man… what could he want?

The thoughts and questions filled my mind well up to the door of my apartment, when panic struck me. The door was unlocked, I knew all to well I locked it before I left that morning and the only person who would use the hidden key was… my mother. My blood ran cold my heart picking up; she wasn't supposed to be home this early!

I slowly pushed open the door looking around. The small room was just as I'd left it, no one was in the kitchen or living room and I didn't dare check my mothers.

As I crept deeper into the room I could hear rattling a squeaking of floor boards footsteps that were not mine, I wasn't alone. The noise was coming from my room, another wave of anger flared through my me that crazy old lady was rummaging through my things!

I didn't own many belongings, couldn't she just leave my items be my items! I kicked the door open braced for a screaming fight, "What in the world do you think your-"I started to shout when I jumped back in shock my voice caught in my throat.

In front of me was a hunched over body grabbing my clothes from my dresser and throwing them into a duffel bag that I didn't recognize, a robber!

Without thinking I grabbed the beam that had fallen of my bed weeks ago and swung around to hit the figure square in the back, "get out of my house!" I screamed.

"May?" the voice crocked under the beating I was giving it, my name made me stall in the middle of my second swing. "May stop," the voice shrieked I could now make out to be that of an older mans voice, "May it's me Barley, your Grandfather."

How is may going to react? What is going to happen next? Why is Barley in her apartment?

Please review and I hope you enjoyed the prologue of 'Coming Home'.