Not your type >< Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 8: flashback

Three young teenage girls walked through the small wooden doorway to enter a large but welcoming front porch. Neat as always, a variety of pictures ranging in age were displayed across the white walls and on top of the brown consul table that sat beneath a small wooden framed window. They quite chaotically took off their muddy shoes and just as quickly chucked them into the rack, each hanging up their soaking jackets to dry after having just escaped the clutches of the growing storm outside. Without saying a word to the adult, that was also Siennas mum, who stood silently in the kitchen, watching them whilst shaking her head but with a smile on her face, they all raced upstairs.

Entering Siennas room, the walls were a lush pink with matching curtains and a matching blanket, they each heavily slumped down into the bed with a sigh of relief coming from them all.

These girls, each the same age, 13, loved one another to pieces. Their friendship had only began around the age of 11, but their close-knit bond was forever unbreakable. They even had their own little secret which they only shared between only the three of them, the symbol that would bring them all back to their bond until the day they died.

Laughing, talking, eating, dancing: was how most of their days were spent. Not a worry in the world affecting them.

However, this day something significant was affecting one of the three girls. She acted different, she spoke different, her entire personality had changed completely. She was quiet and reserved and just off, to the point she looked as if, if one of other girls even spoke too loudly it could cause her to break down into tears that very moment.

Hollie. Her dad, who she hadn't spoken to in over 4 years decided to come back into her life and act as if he'd never left. 9 years old she was when she woke up to the realisation that she no longer had the male figure that she needed to desperately in her life. He hadn't said goodbye, he hadn't said a thing to her. Hollie found out that he had gone at around 10am, when she went in to say goodmorning and every single thing that belonged to him in the house had disappeared. Initially she thought it was a joke of some long winded hide & seek, so she played along and pretended to look for him: in the bathroom, in the attic even in the cupboards. However, the devastating realisation that he truly had left struck her when she walked into the living room, her mum sat in the middle of the carpet sobbing her eyes out. All she noticed was the tear-soaked note in her mums hand that read

I'm sorry my loves. I had to go. I needed to do this for me. I'll come back soon enough, I love you both dearly Xo

Although he never came back.
Not until that day.
She'd received a text from her mum during school saying that he had suddenly, uninvitedly come back home to 'make amends'. Definitely not wanting to see him, she decided to go straight to Siennas house alongside both Sienna and Charlie.

After several attempts at karaoke, a variety of comedies and even food, Hollie still seemed like a mixture of shock, denial and sadness. Despite spending the first half a year after his disappearance wishing for him to come home each night. Even to the point of ensuring the outside light was left on so he could find the front door, she now only wanted him out of her life for good. He didn't want to be in her life then, she doesn't want to be in his life now.

Several hours had passed and Hollie hadn't really spoken nor humoured their efforts despite their endless attempts. Hollies mum had come to pick her up, fortunately she told her that her dad had bought himself a room in a hotel for the night. Unfortunately for her, that most possibly meant she was going to see him tomorrow.

Sienna could almost understand what her pain felt like considering her dad left her when she was just a baby. Not that she minded, apparently he wasn't a very nice man anyways, but she knew what it was like to grow up without a dad. However, both their mums filled the roles of a mother and father very well despite the lack of experience, they each brought up two very polite and well mannered young girls.