She woke up many hours later to the smell of food coming from downstairs. She heard her stomach rumble and got out of bed. The headache was gone and her body wasn't as heavy anymore. She walked downstairs where she found Dean leaned over a pot.
"I didn't know you could cook," she said.
He turned around and smiled at her.
"Well, I can cook pasta and that's about it. Want some?" He asked.
"Yeah, I could eat," she answered.
"Grab the ketchup in the fridge, please," he said.
She opened the fridge and took out the bottle of ketchup.
"Dinner!" He yelled out loud as he put pasta on four plates.
Seth and Roman came into the kitchen shortly after.
"Can't we keep Dean out of the kitchen from now on?" Seth said as he saw it was just pasta and ketchup.
"At least I'm trying. It's more than I can say for you," Dean said.
"Well, there's a woman here. Make her cook then," Seth said.
"I actually can't cook," she said.
Seth gave her a weird look and started eating.
"You might not be able to cook anything else but this pasta is cooked to perfection," she said after finishing the plate.
"Thank you, my lady. It's nice that someone around here appreciates my effort,"
Dean said and send a look in Seth's direction.
"Yeah yeah, whatever," Seth said and left the kitchen.
"Is he always like that? He's acting like a bitter old man," she said.
"When things don't go his way, he tends to act like a spoiled brat," Roman answered.
"And what hasn't gone his way today?" She asked.
"Ehm... nothing you should worry about," he answered.
"I feel better now, by the way. Can I go home?" She asked.
"I don't think that's a good idea. Stay for two more days. We have a big party tomorrow," he answered.
"You might have the next month off so they can make a surprise return with you three but I still have to work," she said.
"No you don't. I already called Stephanie and got you some time off," he said.
"I'm not sure I like that you're taking charge over my life like that," she said.
"It's just this one time. I'm not letting you go the next couple of days. Deal with it," he said.
"Yes daddy," she said in a degrading tone before walking back to the room upstairs.
She closed the door behind her and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. It felt nice being cleaned after everything that had happened. She got out some clean clothes from her bag and then she waited. She wasn't about to let them keep her there against her will. She waited for nightfall and for the house to be quiet. Once she thought it was safe, she grabbed her bag and quietly made it out in the hallway. She tiptoed down the stairs and towards the front door.
"Where do you think you're going?" A voice sounded from the darkness in the livingroom.
By instinct she dropped the bag and reached for the knife. She quickly let it be in the pocket as a lamp next to the couch was turned on and Roman looked at her.
"I'm going home," she said and bent down to pick up her bag again.
"No you're not," he said.
"Watch me," she said and walked towards the front door.
She opened the door and felt his hands on her shoulders.
"Take a look out there. It's a big fence and the gate is locked," he said.
She looked at the fence.
"I can climb over it," she said.
"You probably can but it will take you some time and effort and you'll never reach the top before I've grabbed your legs and yanked you back down," he said.
"You've been in too many cage matches for me to even doubt that," she said which made him chuckle.
"So we're clear. Go back to your room and sleep. Tomorrow we party and then you can go home," he said.
"You really are the father of this group," she said and walked back upstairs.
She threw the bag on the floor and gave it a kick so it went into the wall.
"Stupid idiot!" She growled.
She heard a laugh from the door and turned around to see Seth with his arms crossed.
"You think it's funny?" She asked.
"Yes. Never seen you mad before. It is funny actually," he answered.
"Well, joke's on you since you clearly want me to leave and I'm not allowed to by daddy downstairs," she said.
Seth's face went hard again. She walked over and put her hand on the door.
"Anything else on your mind?" She asked.
He shook his head and took a step backwards. She closed the door without saying goodnight. She went back to the bed and laid down on it.