"It will be okay Annabella." My brother said and he placed his hands on my shoulders, opening the door to my once home.

Mom wouldn't be there, I knew that much. She and my dad had a divorce after Jojo blabbed, or so I had been informed. As the door opened memories fell back into my mind. Good ones-like Devin and I playing tag running up and down the stair, and bad ones like my mother throwing me against a wall, spitting in my face. 'Beauty hurts.' I remember her remarking when I was 12. I'd hate for her to see me now. To be honest, I hate how I look, all it ever did was cause others to talk behind my back. Saying things such as 'Oh my god! Look at her, she's too perfect! She must have gotten something fixed.'

My mom was just jealous I guess. Or at least that's what everyone says. They say I should take it as flattery. Well, Mr/Ms.-I've-never-been-in-your-situation-and-I-don't-really-know-what-I'm-saying, shut up. I guess to me it seems like one of those things you can't get unless it's happened to you.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD, WE'RE HOME!" I yell into the house as if we only went on a walk for a few hours. After I say that I hear him rushing to the door, I've always had a good ear, or at least that's what my brother says. The man who comes to the door is my father, I can tell that much, just he's different. Me and my brother get our black hair from him, but the straightness from our mother, but now most of my father's hair had become grey, and he had lost a lot from the top, from stress or male-pattern-baldness I don't know. The purple eyes we all shared were turning red and water forming along the edges.

I couldn't help but smile at this, after 3 years, I thought I was over missing him, but looking at his aged face now, I realise that it had just gotten 1000000X worse.

"We're home," I whispered again, mainly to myself. Although I had a smile on my face, my voice cracked and only then did I realise I had begun to cry myself. At that point, I couldn't hold it in anymore and ran into my father's arms. Within seconds, not only had he wrapped him arms around me, but, Devin had as well. We all just stood there for awhile, I'm not exactly sure how long. I also didn't know if the other 2 were crying, but what I did know is that the relief we all felt was the same.

"Welcome home, kids," Papa whispered, "welcome home."

"JOJO GUESS WHAT!?!" a grown up Mabel yelled at the front door of the now grown up child, holding her 'boy-friend of the week's' hand.

Jojo just stared at her, he talked again, just still not as much as a normal person.

"Ok, so I hears from Alisha who heard from Henry who heard from Jessica who heard from Emily who heard from Justin who heard from his cousin who lives next to Mr. Bradley that," breath, "ANNABELLA'S HOME!"

"What?" I asked blinking in disbelief even though I heard her fine. As she started giving me the longer story I blanked out and put on my shoes as fast as I could. No matter who told me I would not believe them, I had to see with my own eyes. "Sally! Tell mom and dad I'll be back later!"

"You going to the observatory?" she questioned with large eyes,

"No," I said, Mabel and Patrick (her bf) and left to go make out somewhere. I think they knew I needed to do this myself, "somewhere better." I added quietly so it wouldn't be heard over the engine of my motorcycle.

So many things to say, but I only had one real question.

"Why didn't you tell me; I told you."

A/N : I get they could be to different chapters only I felt one was 2 short and I hadn't given you Jojo in while so I felt bad .

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