Till You Come Back Home

chapter 7

When I woke up, mum was awake talking to someone. I got up to go wash my face and realised Nia was still dead asleep too. I smiled. She really was a babe!
"Good morning, Billie," Mum said happily .
"Hi, mum," I said as I washed my face. When I was done, I saw that aunt Martha was here .

"Oh, hallo, aunt Martha!" I exclaimed as I bent over to hug her . She was seated next to mum and I guess they were chatting.
"You've grown into a beautiful beautiful woman," she beamed. I smiled. " It's absolutely inherited from both of you , " I said and they smiled .

"You and Nia can go home now. Martha will take it from here." Mum said .
"I went over to your house and packed your clothes. You and I are going to have an amazing time," aunt Martha said .
"Oh and Billie, I have a surprise for you. It's on your bed, you'll see it when you get home," mum whispered.
" Mum! You shouldn't be setting up surprises for me. You should be planning on getting better, " I laughed. She smiled.
"I hope you'll like it," mum said.
" There's only one way to find out, " I sighed.
I trusted her, so with that, I woke Nia up and we left.

When we got home, we were shocked to see a lady in a knee length tight dress, heels and well applied make up leaving the house.
"Oh, hello. You must be Billie Anderson? Right?" she asked as she shook my hand . She was literally exiting the house. She had been in the house and was in the process of leaving when we found her.

"Who're you? Oh my god, were you trespassing? " Nia asked . The lady laughed. She really was pretty though. With a well defined figure too.
"Ofcourse, Riley didn't tell you," she sighed.
" I'm his aunt. Maternal aunt. I've been coming over at various times for the past week and I've found the house empty multiple times. I have a key, so I let myself in, but it's either bad luck or worse timing. It's always empty, " I breathed a sigh of relief.

She was probably the one lawyering him up. She looked rich enough to.
"I'm sorry, Jesus ,where are my manners? Can I invite you back in for a drink or a small bite?" I asked.
She smiled. "Thank you," she said and we walked in.

I immediately sent Nia upstairs to my room so she'd sleep better, she literally looked like a zombie.
I quickly cooked up a cup of tea and a few biscuits and gave them to her.
"So, is there anything you want to tell Riley so that I'll tell him for you?" I asked .
"Honestly, no. Nothing much. I just wanted to check on him, you know. We used to be so close. And I'm sure he needs someone to really care for him in these tough tough times. We left off rather badly. He was really upset with me for something and I just wanted to apologise." she said.
I nodded.

Just as I was about to say something, I saw her thighs. She had been sitting so the dress had slid up a little. She had those patterned tattoos too, on her thighs. Oh my god!! I couldn't believe it. Hers was significantly different from Riley's but you could tell it was for the same reason. The patterns were just so pretty.

"I, uh, I understand you and I'll let him know. Sorry about Mr Fisher's disappearance." I said. Not knowing what else to say . She didn't look happy that I'd said that. She frowned a little.

"Well, I'll be on my way," she said and she stood up. Allowing me to see her tattoo much more clearly before she pulled her dress down. It spread around her thighs. It probably started from her upper thighs all the way to just above her knees.

I watched her leave then ran upstairs to my room, took a shower, put on a pair of shorts, long socks and a shirt and feel asleep on the couch in my room.

When I woke up it was dark. Nia had already left. That's when I thought about Riley. He was probably back by now. I wanted to tell him I'd met his aunt and that she wanted to see him.

I walked over to his room and opened the door. He wasn't there. Should've probably stopped searching when I realised he wasn't in his room but no. I went around opening door after door after door. Maybe it was just for fun? Honestly, the house was huge so this was my first chance to explore some of the rooms. The living room, kitchen, dining area and library were at the bottom. So above them was the second floor. Mine and Riley's rooms were on the third floor. Then the fourth floor ,which was the last one was the servants quarters. But it was empty. And spooky. I was on the second floor when I opened one guest room door.

I heard a deafening female scream. "Oh my god, Riley who's that?" she yelled .
I couldn't help myself and I laughed.
"oH mY gOd, RiLeY, wHo'S tHaT?" I imitated, rolled my eyes and laughed out even louder.

He was in bed with a naked girl. His pants were still on but she was naked and was trying to cover herself in the sheets. I realised he was in bed with Stephanie.
She went to our school and she was unbelievably beautiful. I heard rumours that her and Riley were in this continuous on again off again relationship.

I also studied Riley's upper body. He was very muscular, like very muscular. He had toned abs and looked like he'd wrestle John Cena into tomorrow, just kidding, just kidding! But what really took my attention was the tattoos. He had a sleeve Samoan tattoo on his left arm . It started from his shoulder and spread down and covered his entire arm. All the way to his wrist. Then on the right side his back was a tattoo of an old tree. It's leaves were blowing off it and were flying away from it. The leaves blew from his right backside, all the way to the left side of his stomach. Such beautiful art, I couldn't believe it. His tattoos were so beautiful and almost emotionally charged, it was breath taking just looking at them.

Judging by the nature of the guest room, he'd probably brought in a whole bus of girls and had sex with each of them in one night. Or every other night. It was littered with bras, knickers , condoms, boxers, female clothes and so much more clatter. Maybe this really was his bedroom. He probably had a girl in here every night. I'd read about such things but I'd never witnessed them first hand.

Riley jumped out of the bed and with his long legs, quickly walked towards me. Leaving behind a screaming Stephanie. Why was she throwing a fit? It wasn't like someone had just found her naked!
I was laughing like a sick kitten when he shut the door behind him and grabbed my arm and led me away.

"Hey!!! " I exclaimed. "Why are you so mad? Because I found your secret hideout . I'll bet that is where you are every night. With some poor little unsuspecting girl. Always different from the last. Except maybe Stephanie, who although she's aware of your cheating escapades, she's too daft to let you go. She wants the clout. She wants everyone to know, that  'hey, I'm dating Riley and even if he's sleeping with you harlots, he always has better sex with me!' " I yelled and finally pulled away from him. We were in the living room now. Far away from Stephanie now.

"Why does your head have to be so fucking big for your fucking body?" He growled angrily. I'd never seen him this mad.
I started to get scared.
"Why don't you just mind your own fucking business?" He yelled.
" Or maybe it's because you don't have a fucking life of your own? So you must fucking stick your big pierced nose into other people's business, huh? " he continued.

"What do you want? Honestly , Anderson. What the fuck do you want? I'm ready to give it to you, just so you can fucking leave me alone. Don't you have your own home. It's not like you're fucking homeless, is it? I know this isn't your home. You and you're fucking mother. Have made my life a fucking hell hole!! If I'm not mistaken your junky of a mother is the reason my dad's still missing. I'm not surprised to see what her fucking daughter turned into. Just look at you!" He yelled .

The words were getting to my head and they stung. He was right about everything. I was pressed against a wall and he was yelling so much and gradually getting closer to me. I was scared. "Enough! Enough, Riley. Just...... enough." I cried. I was praying that I wouldn't cry. I didn't want to cry , at least not infront of him.
He looked so angry. Like a viper ready to strike or a bull ready to kill.

"You're... You're not going to hit me, are you?" I whimpered .
" You're right. About everything. All of it and I'm really sorry. I promise to god, I'll mind my own business, I swear , just..... please don't hit me," I begged silently . His whole demeanour changed.
I took that as an opportunity to run. I ran back upstairs and locked myself in my room, where I cried and cried and cried until I just couldn't anymore.

N/A: Wrote this part in a bad mental state lol. Had a bad fight with someone I care about. Sorry it's kinda long. Tell me what you think of it in the comments lol. Love you all so much and thank you☺