Without you - Sanders sides human! AU - book 2 (discontinued)

Chapter 24 (Roman's POV)

A/N: if you see anything (written like this) is because it's a translation since these people change from Spanish to English and I know that not all of you understand Spanish

"We've arived, Mr. Prince," Alice said, speaking for the first time in all of the journey

I looked away from my phone, out the window. There it was, my parent's house. It had been about 4 months since the last time I had came here, but it was just the same as before, nothing had changed. This was a two story house, old styled, with nuclear white walls and a gabled blue-briked roof. The glass windows where tall, the courtains where drawn, which'll alowed the sunlight to get inside fairly easyly. The rose bushes that surounded the house where as tall as always, with the big, red flowers open, giving it all a bright touch of colour. Honestly, I missed this place, although we couldn't say the same for the people that waited for me insde.

"Thanks Alice," I replied, opening the door of the car.

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Prince,"

Once I got out of the car, I grabbed my suit case and walked towards the doors, while Alice rode the car back to the parking. I slowly came up the stairs. 

Come on Roman, don't be such a drama queen. You've been away from your family for too long and you're forgeting your roots. Just get up these stairs, open the door and smile. Nothing' going to go wrong. Now, open the door.

I breathed in and arrived to the door. After taking a deep breath, I knocked it. A few seconds passed by before it opened to be greeted by my father. My father was a medium height man, maybe a bit shorter than me. He has paler skin than I and hazel eyes, covered by thin glasses. His redish hair was shorter than the last time I had seen him, and the years where starting to show on his face. He was wearing a beige suit, with a white shirt underneath, no tie, symbolicing how this was a holiday.

"Hello Father," I said, smiling, awaiting for his reaction upon seeing me. Yes, my relaionship with him wasn't the best, but deep down I missed him a bit, I was happy to see him.

"Greetings Roman. Come in, we where waiting," He stated. I couldn't decypher any emotion in his voice other than slight dissapointement. I gulped before faking a polite smile and coming through.

Father walked on front of me, I went behind. I wondered why he had acted like that. Yes, he was a man of few words, but something seemed off to me. I looked down at my clothing. I normally decided to wear more cassual outfits, but today I was wearing the good trousers, as well as my pink shirt and a red jacket. I was also wearing makeup, as ussuall, but I had made sure not to add too much. Maybe I was imagining things. Maybe I had interpreted him wrong. Who knows, lets just try and see how it all turns out...

We arived to the living room. It was just as I remembered it. The tall windows filled half the walls, allowing us to see the yard, with it's perfect lawn. The two sofas where right where they always layed, one green with beige cushions, and the other beige with green chusions. The room still lacked furniture, having only a small coffee table, a shelf and a drawer, that had a vase with a few pink camelia flowers resting on it. In the middle of the room someone stood, waiting for our arival. And that person was my mother.

My mom was a tall lady, altho not quite as tall as I was. She had tan skin, which I had inherited, and dark, black, curly hair, which she had tied up in a loose bun. Her makeup was glitery, it brough her eyes out, and it resembeled what I liked to wear in special ocasions. Her red sheath dress fitter her perfectly, it was made for her. Her heels where the same colour as the dress. My mother was not only a beautiful woman, but she also liked to show off.