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Let Me Dream: Part Four - Home
The car pulled up to a small white house. His father opened the door and grinned at him.
"Well Robin, we're home. This is your house. Where you grew up." Robin glanced at the brick porch with the chipped paint. The house had two stories, though you could tell from the outside that it was small. He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked up to the front door. His father opened the door for him and motioned for him to step inside.
"Would you like a tour or would you rather lay down for a while and wait for dinner?" He stepped past his father to look around for himself. Robin scanned the living room, Noting the worn look of the rug and furniture. There was a bookshelf along one wall so crammed with textbooks and novels that there was even a stack of books placed on the floor in front of it. A small coffee table littered with papers was in the center of the room and a small entertainment center with a VCR and a television rested against the far wall. The kitchen while obviously in some disrepair and scarcely furnished was lit brightly and had fresh flowers in a vase on the table.The bathroom was barely more than closet, yet Robin noted with satisfaction that it was at least in good repair. There was a small office to the right of the kitchen that looked as though it was rarely used. Robin turned to leave the computer room and found his parents standing behind him.
"I would like to look upstairs now please." He stated in a quite tone as he waited for them to step aside. His mother smiled and reached for his hand. He let her hold it and lead him up the stairs.
"This is our room here." She motioned to the door to the right as they reached the landing. Robin looked in to find it was as unimpressive as the rest of the house. There was really nothing that sparked his interest there and he turned back to her without entering.
"..and my room?" His mother stepped over and opened the remaining door upstairs. Robin stepped into his room with his breath held. He was waiting for a rush of emotion and memories, but he felt nothing. His room was nice, certainly nicer than the rest of the rooms here. The paint on his walls held no visible signs of cracking. His room was neat and organized. A patchwork quilt was spread out over his bed. There were band posters scattered across the walls, a decent collection of CDs and a computer on a small desk. The furniture was obviously old, but Robin could see that it was well cared for.
"Baby," his mother pulled him close and hugged him. "Your going to get a really great surprise tonight with dinner. I want you to just get some rest now." She kissed him on the cheek before exiting the room. Robin sat down at the computer to see if he could find any files of programs that could spark anything, but the computer was password protected and he quickly gave up on it.
"I'll just hack into it later." He mumbled as he got up and kicked off his shoes. He flopped down onto the bed and leaned back into the pillows on his bed. He really was tired and thought sleeping a little before dinner was an excellent idea. It felt as though he had barely closed his eyes before he could hear his mother calling his name from downstairs.
"Robin! Robin are you awake?" Robin groaned and pulled his blanket over his face.
"No!" He yelled back. He could hear his mother laughing with someone, and then telling them to just come up. Robin clenched his eyes shut as hard as he could and tried to will himself back to sleep as the sound of heavily clad feet moved up the steps. There was a light rapping at the door before it was swung open and he was no longer alone in his room.
"Hey Robin, get the hell up. It's me, Slade."