AN: Hey guys! New story! Hope you love it!
Disclaimer: I will only own MR when I can fly with my own wings. P.S. Never gonna happen
I watched as the sun rose above the house. The light glinted off of the morning dew as the morning grew brighter. Sighing, I realized that I would have to leave my perch on my roof and face reality. I slowly made it to my feet when a bird swooped towards my head. I quickly ducked, losing my footing. I slipped and rolled off the roof.
I gasped as I reached for anything to hold on to. I felt myself on the edge and made a final attempt at grabbing the gutter. I found purchase for a moment, then I fell. It felt like I was floating- surging towards something great- then my back hit the ground. The air left my chest and I gasped for breath. I laid on the wet ground for about ten minutes writhing and scrambling to fill my lungs.
When I could easily breathe, I registered what happened. I stared at the top of my two story house where I fell from. I should have been in pain right? I should have felt something. Anything! But here I was- fully recovered from the fall. I was not traumatized. I was not scared. At the least I should have been startled. But I felt nothing. I sat up and shook my head trying to clear it. I got to my feet and walked inside my house- pushing the event to the back of my head. Today was the day. When I got home everything will be better because he's coming back. I stopped where I was and remembered when he left me here.
We pulled up to a huge beige house with a dark brown roof. He looked down at me with sorrow in his eyes.
"Baby-" He started. I cut him off.
"I'm eight years old. I'm not a baby anymore." I said sternly. How many times have we gone through this? I saw his eyes crinkle when he grinned.
"Aww you'll always be my baby." He said ruffling my hair. I made a face at him and he chuckled then sighed. "I'm sorry that this is happening to you. I'm so sorry about your mom. I'm so sorry about leaving you but I have to." He looked into my eyes, hoping I would understand. He was one of the scientists that were called in to make biological weapons for some war in some county. I smiled.
"Of course I understand. It's fine as long as you keep your promise." He smirked ad he nodded.
"I swear," He said making an X over his heart. "I will be back in seven years to this day."
"I'm holding that to you now." I said as I grabbed my bag and hopped out the car. I looked up at the foreboding house before me. The paint was peeling off the walls. Ivy was growing up past the roof. That wasn't even the worst part. When we got about five feet from the door a woman came out wearing a cocktail dress and a boa.
"Hey Max! Nice to have ya! You can just make yourself comfortable in any of the guest rooms- I have to leave. Ta ta darling!" She said, rushing past us. He sighed watching her go.
"That's your Aunt Hilda for you." He must have seen the wary expression on my face. "I promise. Only seven years. I'll be here ASAP." He whispered in my ear. Right at that moment his phone beeped. "Baby, I have to leave if I want to catch my flight." He gave me a huge hug before saying goodbye. He kissed the top of my head and rushed off to his car. I took a step inside the house and was welcomed by the sent of smoke and mildew. Home sweet home.
It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered because he was coming home. I walked into the house and got dressed in the best outfit I had. I made my way to my calendar and crossed off another day to find a red circle over the number.
March 28, 2014.
Today is the day that he comes home.
Today is the day that I see Jeb.
