Bonded (Niklaus Mikaelson)

Part 1

Adelaide's POV

I packed my luggage inside my car getting ready to drive back to my childhood home. It's been about 3 years since I actually came back here. I kept in touch with Caroline and sometimes Bonnie over the phone. Caroline's been asking me to come back for the past 9 months now. So as soon as my dad told me he had booked me a ticket to come back I immediately went to start packing. I was still shocked to say the least. My dad hated me especially since it was the last incident that got me sent away permanently.

"Why did we have to come here again" Osa whined. Osa is Davina's little sister I've known both of them since before I can remember.

"We didn't have to come here, I did" I reply
Realistically I already know why they're here but osa doesn't. Aunty Florence (Davina's mum) had asked my dad if they could come with me after hearing the news. They were going through a divorce something about uncle Mark cheating, since Osa was younger they didn't want her there until they had gone through all the messy parts

"Shut up and be grateful we're here. You'd be friendless and lonely if we weren't here" Davina commented from the passenger seat

I continued to drive finally catching sight of the 'welcome to mystic falls' sign. That sign gave me an uneasy feeling. It was so overly welcoming it looked at me as if it wanted to lure me in and trap me. That sign is just one of the many Mystic Falls' facade. If I didn't know any better I would think this was just a happy little town with friendly residents and cute little shops. But I do know better and this, is Mystic falls my home town. Something bad always happens here.

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I pulled up to my childhood home the one I've grown to hate. All the bad memories always outweigh the good. The only people I could look forward to seeing in that house are my siblings. I look around for my dad's car but it's no where to be found, he must be out. How rude of him.

I want to see my dad I want him to look at me and realise the scared little girl he raised is gone. I want him to see what his hatred has done to me but I have to wait. I have to wait until he comes home. I walk into my house still having the same key from 3 years ago. I left my things in my car, I don't plan on staying here, just want to pop in. I walk around a bit noticing the small scrapes that engraved themselves on the wall from childhood.

I called out to see if anyone was there but I was met with silence. I continued walking through the house before I felt a presence behind me. I quickly ducked as a knife came flying at me hitting the wall instead of me.

"Long time no see"

Chris

I turned to see him with a large smile on his face. My eldest brother, he's 23 and despite me not seeing him in 3 years he looks exactly the same. He pulls me in for a tight hug to which I don't return

"What, still not a hugger?" He asks tilting his head downwards to see me. I simply shake my head while his hands remain where they are

"I'm not moving until I feel even the smallest bit of affection from my little sister" he says

I bring one hand around and pat him on his back. Growing up I was taught affection was a sign of weakness it was only until I was about 10 years old that I realised I was the only one taught this message. My siblings got hugs and affection while I got told to stay out and don't cry. Those lessons made it even more difficult for me to socialise, I didn't understand emotions as well as I should, things like sympathy and sadness became foreign to me so much so that crying disgusted me and still does to this day. I vowed never to cry, not naturally at least, crocodile tears are ok. They get me out of trouble. It took me years to perfect the feeling of sympathy but in some cases I still struggle with it.