Home
Bianca's POV
The journey was short. I stood in front of my house. My real house. The wood was splintered and the roof was cracking and sliding off. "Do it." Alex nudged, "C'mon." I breathed into my lungs and exhaled. I bounced Alison on my hip and put my finger on the doorbell. My nail was caked with dirt and my hand was brown with filth. My finger twitched and I leaned into the bell, making a pleasant "ding-dong" ring through the house. Seven seconds felt like a year as Alex and I waited on the stoop. Suddenly, there was a soft creak and the door slid open. Nico stood there with his mouth open before lighting up and smiling. "Bianca!" he yelled, "You came back, you did! I told them you would!" He caged me in a hug and I resisted crying. "Nico," I whispered, "I missed you so much." Nico giddily jumped up and froze at the sight of Alex. "Uh, who's that?" he asked quietly. I introduced them. "Well, come inside." Nico urged, "You are staying, right? Is the baby staying? What about Alex? Is he going to live here?" I put my hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, Nico. I'm staying," I announced, "But Alex is going back to his home."
Alex shuffled his feet and I walked over to him. "You should leave now." I told him sadly, "You'll miss your bus ticket home." Alex sighed and shook his head, "I don't want to go." he admitted, "But I do need to get home." He shouldered his one duffel bag and cupped my face in his hands. "I love you." he breathed, "And I will see you again." He leaned in and kissed me. A slow but passionate kiss which ran shivers up my spine. "Thank you for letting me see the light." he choked out and left the house the same way I did when I ran away. I turned to Nico. "Get mom and dad." I ordered, "I want to let them know that I'm home."