Young, in love, and not a worry in the world.
Nothing mattered as long as they were together.
And as fast as it came, it was gone. And so was she.
But now she was back, in the same town, on the same street, at the same house. Right next to his.
It looked completely different. After the damage from the fire, instead of moving, they had the house completely rebuilt. It was much more modern from the looks of it, but she couldn't know without seeing the inside, which would never happen.
She would only be here for one week. Then she would be gone, and hopefully she would never have to return. All being in her childhood house did, was bring back bad memories, but now that her parents were gone, someone had to deal with it.
Daniel and Joyce James had been the best parents she could ask for. She wasn't by any means a normal kid, and they certainly had to deal with more than any other parents. She was sure, had they known what she was getting into that first date with Derek, they would have forbid her from any contact whatsoever, and sometimes she wondered if that would have been for the best.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a man walked out of her parents home. Her eyes dropped from the house and lifted to the man walking over to her.
"You must be Charlotte. He says in a sympathetic voice, holding his hand out. She squints at him for a few seconds, expression unreadable, before continuing past him to the house.
"Do you have other papers to give me or something?" she was looking at him expectantly as he followed her through the house, and into the kitchen.
"No, I've left them all on the table in the dining room, why?" He looks at her, oblivious.
"I don't see why you're still here then. Close the door on your way out." She said, completely casually, before walking deeper into the house before he could respond.
She hadn't meant to be rude, but she had never really had much of a filter.
She heard the door slam shut, as she sat down at the table in the dining room. Everything had remained the same. The large, intricate, mahogany table, the rough fabric of the chair cushions, and the small, but beautiful, glass and gold chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
As a family, they had only eaten in the room if they had guests, or it was a holiday. Other than that, her father had just used it as an office of sorts, to keep bills and documents, and do taxes. It was the light, he had always said. From his mother, her grandmother. The only thing she had left to their name. He like to be around it as much as possible.
Charlotte snapped out of her reminiscing, looking at all the documents. Her father's will, his insurance, his bills, and a deed to the house.
Deciding to put it off, she rose from the table, and headed back into the kitchen. She slumped over to the stainless steel fridge. She opened it, hoping to find something slightly edible at the least. Then the smell hit her.
She wasn't sure if it was because nobody had been living in the house for a month, or if her father had just never cleaned the fridge, but the latter seemed more likely.
She grabbed a pair of brand new bright yellow rubber gloves, and a black trash bag, from under the kitchen sink. She moved back to the fridge and began dumping every single item in the trash bag. The smell was putrid, and she couldn't tell what half the things in there were. She didn't even bother emptying out tupperware, she chucked it all.
After tying up the three bags she had managed to fill, she dragged them through the house, not strong enough to lift all of them, but not willing to make a second trip. She was by no means big. She was 5'4 with a slim form and little muscle. She was, sort of curvy, only because her waist was abnormally small sitting at 23" and her hips at 34".
Either way, she was determined and at times, hard headed, so she was slowly dragging the trash bags to the curb, cursing and kicking at them, every time they got caught on the uneven driveway. She kept at it relentlessly, for five minutes, down the 20' driveway, completely unaware she was being watched.
"Are you going to just watch her?" The older man shook his head.
"Remember your place Peter." Derek said, turning quickly to flash his red eyes, then turning back to look out the window behind his desk.
Peter rolled his eyes and exhaled in disbelief.
"What do you think is going to happen? Best case scenario, she doesn't notice you STALKING her. Stop wasting your time."
"I want to know why she's here."
"Stop lying to yourself. We all know what's happening. We can all see it. Six years and you're still hung up on a little high school fling. Get over it!" Peter slammed his fist on the desk. Derek lashed out, standing up, and backhanding his uncle across the room in one swift motion.
Peter propped himself up on his elbow, and smirked, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Throw me around all you want, but you know I'm right. You let your emotions dictate your moves as a leader and that puts us all at risk. You need to get your priorities in order.".
"Get out of my sight." Derek growled.
Peter pulled himself off the floor and strode out of the room, slamming the door harder than necessary.
ok so I'm back to writing. If you read Home Is Where Your Pack Is, I'm rewriting it because I've changed too much as a writer to continue as is. If not go read it. If you enjoy, follow and favorite and leave a review letting me know what you want to see. Love you guys!