Hey guys, sorry I couldn't update sooner. Thank you so much for all the reviews and views, they do mean a lot. Guess what, I watched Alchemy and the Replicator last night (even though they may not of come out in England yet, but shhh) and I loved the bit with Maeve and Spencer I was literally crying. I also couldn't believe Rossi and strauss it was so sad:( Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter:)
Chapter 10: Back home.
After Emily and Morgan left, dad and I had a heart to heart. I told him everything. I told him about my dream, how I wanted to cremate mum and all my other feelings. Dad like my idea and after he told me some of the things he was feeling, we ordered a take away. That night I went to bed early as we had to catch an early flight the next morning. When I finally drifted of to sleep I was welcomed by sweet and pleasant dreams. This was the first night since I'd been here that I had dreams which meant I could forget the grief and pain I was feeling and be free.
I woke up the next morning to dad shaking me. I opened my eyes to see that it was 3:00 am. Great!
"Come on stel, you need to get ready or we'll miss our flight." Dad said, overly perky.
"Mehhh I'm up." I moaned. I already felt queasy.
"Here, I got you some coffee." Dad said handing me a mug. I slowly sat up and sipped it.
"How are you already dressed and why are you so awake?" I groaned. I didn't get how early dad managed to get up.
"Work. We get called in at godly hours." Dad said with a smile. "Have you got everything packed?"
"Yep." I said, pointing to the travel bag in the corner.
"Good, we need to leave in about half an hour. Make sure you pack stuff for the flight because its a long one." Dad said smiling. I nodded as he slowly turned around and left my room. I finished my coffee and got up out of bed. I felt to sick to eat anything so I got changed. Dad was right the flight was long, so I decided to put on a pair of grey sweatpants and my white jumper, along with my converses. I couldn't be bothered to do anything big with my hair so I just shoved it up in a messy bun. I brushed my teeth and packed the rest of my toiletries. I brought my messenger bag as well and filled it with endless books, my laptop, a few DVDs, my sketchbook, pencils and my phone. When I was sure I was all packed I went to the living room anxious to leave.
"Dad, dad, dad." I moaned poking him, he was reading his book and I was extremely bored. The flight to Alaska took 7 hours and 26 minutes. We had only been in the air for 3 hours.
"What Stella." Dad moaned back.
"I'm bored." I said like a five year old.
"Read a book." Dad said, not looking up from his.
"I've finished all of mine." I said.
"Watch a film." Dad suggested.
"Not in the mood." I replied.
"I dunno, draw something." Dad said again.
"There's nothing to draw." I groaned.
"Are you going to be like this for the rest of the flight because if you are I'm moving." Dad moaned, finally looking up from his book. We didn't manage to get the jet so we were on a commercial flight, meaning I had no room to stretch my legs.
"I'm bored." I repeated.
"And your annoying." Dad joked.
"I'd hit you but I'm boreeedddd." I said.
"How about you go to sleep." Dad said looking at me.
"I'm not five." I laughed, I could never sleep on planes.
"Well your acting like a five-year old." Dad laughed. This time I did hit him."Ow, that hurt."
"We'll it should because Derek taught me that." I said with an evil smile.
"When was this?." Dad asked.
"When he used to visit." I smiled.
"I'm going to get him." dad laughed.
"But be warned dad, 'paybacks are a bitch.'" I laughed mimicking Derek.
"God, your even sounding like him." Dad said with a scared look on his face.
"Sorry, pretty boy." I laughed even harder.
"Stop, I'm going to kill derek when I see him later." Dad said, trying his hardest to be serious.
"Wait, what do you mean later?" I asked, confused.
"Shoot, I forgot to tell you. Emily and Derek wanted to come along to. They didn't want to intrude but they did know your mum pretty well." Dad said gently.
"Great, I really wanted to see it when you kick his butt." I laughed, I didn't mind Emily and Derek coming they did know mum the best out of all the team.
"So your okay with it." Dad said feeling relieved.
"Dad, why wouldn't I be, I love Emily and Derek." I said reassuring him.
"Good because their flying out later today." Dad said smiling.
"Why couldn't we of flown out together, I could of got more sleep and I wouldn't be as bored." I moaned again.
"Great, your moaning again." Dad said, rolling his eyes.
"Because I'm bored." I groaned.
"Are you going to meet up with any of your friends when we get there, we've got a lot of time, they are four hours behind." Dad suggested.
"Yeah, probably." I said. I did plan to meet up with a few friends but I just didn't want any pity from them. In Alaska I wasn't popular, however I did have three best friends, who I was very grateful for. Their names were charley, Molly and Ellie and the four of us were inseparable. Ellie was Irene's daughter and she was basically like a sister to me. When I stayed at her house she was so supportive. Ellie and I have known each other ever since I've moved to Alaska and we've basically been inseparable ever since. I met Molly in first grade, somehow we've always had the ability to read how each other are feeling and we've always been there for each other. Charley and I met when I was in third grade, she moved to Alaska from LA after, like me, her father got offered a job. Charley and I always end up in fits of laughter when we are with each other and she's the kind of person I can be my goofy self with. As excited as I was to see them all, I didn't want them to treat me any different just because of what happened. If there's on thing I hate, it's pity.
"If I were you stel, I'd watch a film or go to sleep." Dad suggested, I could tell how much I was annoying him.
"Fine!" I said, giving up. I got out my laptop and my Harry Potter box set. It had finally arrived with my other stuff and I couldn't of been ,more happier. I then prepared myself to cram as many of the films in as possible for the remainder of the flight.
Dad and I walked down the terminal to collect our bags. The flight was finally over and I happily skipped over to pick up our bags.
"So now your in a good mood." Dad moaned.
"What can I say, I just don't like being cooped up, I don't see why your moaning, you feel asleep for the rest of the journey." I laughed.
"Let me correct you Stella, I tried to fall asleep. You kept reciting every word to harry potter." Dad said complaining.
"Your such a muggle. Once I make you experience the beauty of harry potter, you'll see what all the fuss is about." I laughed.
"I'd like to see you try." Dad said collecting our bags. Once we made it out of the airport, dad picked up a rental car and drove to my old house. It was my idea to stay here because in some ways I wanted to have the last memories in it happy ones. I slept most of the journey to the house, it wasn't until now that I'd realized how tired I really was. When I finally woke up I was happy to see that we were about five minutes away from my house.
"Why hello there, see you finally decided to go to sleep." dad said, very perky. I knew that he did that on purpose because he knows how much it annoys me.
"Well I thought sleeping was a lot better than being bored." I said, with a fake smile.
"Well I'm very happy that you came to that conclusion." dad said laughing. "Anyway I decided that we get ourselves settled, then we could go for a late breakfast lunch and then maybe after that you could meet up with your friends. I don't think Emily and Derek are getting here till later on in the afternoon."
"Sounds good." I said agreeing. I didn't eat much on the plane because I felt to queasy, but I could really do with a fry-up. Dad then turned down a familiar road and my heart was racing slightly as he pulled up to my house. I slowly got out the car and headed to the boot to get my stuff. I then headed to the door and pulled out my key. My whole body froze as a heavy thought came to mind. My mum died here. Inside this house was the exact room where her heart stopped beating and she left me. Dad obviously seeing me in a shocked an frozen state came running to my side.
"You okay stel? I know this is hard and we can always stay in a hotel if you want to?" Dad asked softly. These words sunk into me but I didn't have the voice to answer. I didn't know why I thought it was a good idea to come here. She died here. What was I even thinking. This is the exact place where everything changed and my mum went. The place where she permanently left me. Suddenly the queasiness hit me and I felt the urge to vomit.
"I think I'm going to be sick." I spat out quickly. dad opened the door as quickly as possible.
" In the bathroom." He called out, before I darted down the hall to the toilet. I quickly opened the lid and let out the small contents of my stomach. I continued to painfully gag until I was sure there was nothing left inside of me. feeling exhausted I leant against the toilet. Dad knocked on the door and when I didn't answer he entered.
"Drink." He said passing me a glass of water. I didn't refuse. "You okay?"
"No." I squeaked out. For some reason my eyes started to cloud over and before I could realize what was happening tears flowed down my face.
"Oh Stella, come here." dad said pulling me into a hug. He somehow managed to get me into my living room and sat me down on one of the sofas. "Stel, just tell me what's wrong."
"I-I'm sorryy, it was my idea to um come here and I thought I could handle it. I-Its just that, mum died here. This is the place she left me forever." I sobbed.
"Shhh Stella, I understand and I in fact know exactly how you are feeling. When my mum died, I was a mess. I ran away from the hospital and Rossi and Morgan had to go out and find me. When they managed to convince me to come back, I freaked out to. I thought the exact same thoughts you were thinking and yet again Rossi, Morgan and even Hotch had to go after me after I threw up in the toilets. I know its tough Stella, but trust me things will get better. If you want to stay at a hotel that's perfectly understandable but just remember the reason you wanted to stay here in the first place." Dad said gently. I never knew the details of how dads mum died, but I knew it must of taken courage for him to tell me that. Dad was perfectly right as always I did want to come here to create happy memories. I wiped my eyes and slowly sat up.
"Why are you always right?" I asked sniffling.
"Because dads always are." Dad said with a smile.
"Can we get something to eat know I'm starving." I said with a small smile.
"After throwing up like that the first thing you think about is food." dad laughed. So did I. It finally felt like I was home again.