A/N: Hey! I back with chapter 2 of this story. I was just sitting in my room today and decided to write, and this is what I've come up with so I hope it's not to bad!

Wanna thank Ronon'sRascal78, MrsAckles87 and for reviewing the last chapter, your reviews mean a lot guys, so thank you! :)

Enjoy..

Mickie went back to Kents Hill Road. The road where her old house sat. It had been nearly two weeks since she had gone and seen her childhood home, and something was telling her she need to go back. But she didn't know what.

She had spent the morning walking around the old park that her mum and dad used to take her two when she was a child. So many happy memories came flooding back to her as she sat on one of the old wooden benches that were still there from when she was little. She watched as parents brought their children here, pushing them on the swings, or helping them down the metal slide.

Flashback

"Mummy, I need your help!" Mickie shouted from the top of the slide.

"You can do it baby, just take a deep breath." Her mum called back from the bench.

Mickie looked down at the slide, and took a deep breath. Sitting down on her bum, she closed her eyes and pushed herself down the cool metal slide. Smiling to herself, she opened her eyes and saw her dad standing at the end of the slide smiling down at her.

"Daddy, did you see that? I went down the slide by myself!" Mickie said cheerfully.

"I saw Mick, well done sweetie!" Her dad leaned down and picked her up swinging her round in circles before bringing her in for a hug and kissing her cheek repeatedly.

End of flashback

They should have been things that she wanted to remember, but only brought sadness as she thought about how all her good memories had been crushed because of the one fateful day.

On her way back home, Mickie found herself walking down her old street. All of a sudden, she stopped walking. She didn't even have to look up to know that she was outside number 53. Her old house.

Turning her head to the left, her breath caught in her throat. Just starring at the house sent chills down her spine. Looking down at the grass, she noticed that the empty bottles of beer and crisp packets and whatever other rubbish that was on the floor before was now gone, and all that was left was the freshly cut grass. A frown came upon Mickie's face, and confusion set in.

Mickie tightly closed her eyes and shook her head. She quickly turned, only to be knocked of her feet, and land of her bum.

"Shit. I'm so sorry, are you okay?" A deep voice asked. Mickie opened her eyes only to see a tanned hand planted in front of her face.

"I'm fine." Mickie took hold of the hand, and was pulled to her feet. "Thanks."

Only then, did Mickie realize how gorgeous this man was. To his icy grey eyes, and his muscular tattooed arms and perfect smile, he was incredibly handsome.

"It's fine." The man kneeled down as he began picking up some food that had fallen on the floor from the broken carrier bag that had split when they crashed in to each other. Mickie knelt back down, saying 'sorry' a couple of times and picked up some red apples that were rolling around in circles on the pavement.

"The bag's no good." Mickie said gesturing to the split carrier bag.

"Their never no good anyway." The man said as he scooped up the last couple of items of food up off the floor.

She stood up, holding the apples in her hand.

"Thanks." The man said, as he stood up, holding a Tesco's carrier bag in one hand and some items of food in the other. Mickie held out the apples to him. He just stood there looking helpless. He had nowhere to put them. "I live just there." He said, gesturing to her old house.

Mickie turned and look at the house, then back at him.

"You live there?" she asked surprised.

"Yeah, it would maybe be a bit easier if you could just bring them to the front door?" The man asked.

Mickie took a deep breath, and nodded her head. They stayed still for a second just starring at each other.

"I feel like I've seen you before." The man said, turning his head to the side, studying her.

Mickie only shook her head 'no' again.

"You were standing outside my house about two weeks ago, right?" The stranger asked.

Mickie's eyes widened in shock. How did he know that? This house looked dead about two weeks ago.

"Erm.. I- I can't remember." Mickie said trying to look anywhere except his eyes. Eye contact right now would be awkward. The man only nodded, and began walking up the pathway. Mickie took a deep breath, and began to follow him.

They stopped outside the front door. She looked at an old man who was waiting with his dog at the bus stop up the road at little bit as she waited for him to unlock it. Mickie swayed form side to side as she watched him push the door open. And that's when it hit her. A hundred flashbacks from when she was a kid hit her. Hard. All the memories of walking in to the house with her mum pushing the pram behind her, and her dad shaking his boots off his feet and shrugging his old jacket off and hanging it up, fought their way back in to her mind.

The man moved the bag just inside the front door before turning round to take the apples off Mickie.

"I never did get your name." The man said once he hand the fruit in his hand.

"Mickie."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Mickie. I'm Randy." He gave her a small smile in which she returned.

"Nice to meet you too, but I better be going." She pointed with her thumb to the road. Randy nodded.

"See you later." He said stepping inside the house and turning round to look at her. "Sorry for bumping in to you, should've been looking where I was going."

"It's fine. Bye." Mickie said before she made her way down the pathway, and turned left to walking along the sidewalk. She heard the front door shut, and she put her head down and let a few warm tears escape from her chocolate brown eyes.

She would leave number 53 behind her.

It was someone else's house now.

So yeah.. review?

Hannah x