Chaos is Kind | 18+

14 - Home

WREN

I had sprinted through the streets, nearly losing my balance multiple times because of the weighted duffle bag clinging to my shoulder.

Finally, I reached the bus stop and looked to where it was headed, North Melbourne.

I boarded with hast and took a seat beside a kind-looking elderly woman whose expression quickly changed when she got a better look at me.

Thinking back, I probably looked liked I'd been hit by a truck, again.

I sat on the bus for forty or fifty minutes until it called for the last stop and I jumped off, I was in the centre of North Melbourne with no phone and no idea where I was meant to be going.

Slowly but surely, I got my bearings thanks to a pair of kind locals and headed in the direction of my dad's place.

I finally found it and ended up pacing back and forth for what felt like hours before finally approaching it and having my knock be met with the terrified glance of my sister.

She started at me silently and I waited for her to say something, anything...

"Where have you been?" She whispered, pulling me into a tight embrace and hugging me tightly.

Preferably not that.

I hadn't even begun to think about that I might say, should I be faced with that question. That I was with a friend? I was hurt? Whatever I was going to say, it sure as hell wasn't going to be the truth.

"Wren, where we're you? Dad and I have been worried sick." She practically broke down as I attempted to comfort her and dumped my bag at the door as we wandered inside.

My dad was in the kitchen cooking and humming to himself softly as he turned around and stared at the two of us blankly.

"I've finally gone bonkers." He muttered, dropping the frying pan with a loud clatter as I rushed to him and hugged him as tight as I could, never wanting to let go.

When he eventually pried me from him and took in the fact I was there we got to talking, too asked the question of where I was and what I'd been doing all these months.

"I was- uh." Fuck.

"I was with a friend." I guess that's the answer we're going with.

"Why didn't you come sooner?" My sister longed to know the truth and I longed to tell her but I knew if anyone knew what Bellamy had done he would be locked up, and I'd probably never be allowed to see him again.

"I didn't even know where you were?" I started and my father bowed his head and leant against the counter.

"You could have gone to the police, Wren. They would have helped you." He shouted but lowered his tone at the sight of my timid expression.

"I'm sorry, I'm just glad you're okay." He once again brought me into a tight embrace and rested his chin to my head.

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I had been with them a couple of days before my sister suggested we visit our mums grave, she didn't know. She didn't know that our mother's death was intentional, that she was the one who drove into the truck driver.

I couldn't tell her, I promised myself that the minute I put two and two together, telling my sister wouldn't change anything about the situation, it would only ruin the dying memory my sister has of our mother and I don't want that for her.

We sat at the grave, tears dribbled down my cheeks as she sobbed onto my shoulder, our dad standing from afar.

I stared down at the deep carving that was her name and continued to wonder about the big question, why?

No one knew why, the police had ruled it an accident and now that everything to do with my disappearance was over they had let the whole thing go.

No word from Bellamy which did dampen my spirits but never the matter, I was just glad to be home and with my remaining family.

Anyone would be glad to see their family after so long but... Bellamy gave me a different feeling, a feeling I longed for. Thing's began to feel wrong, bland without him here.

"Time to go..." A substantial shadow cast over my sister and me as our father approached the two of us.

I looked up at his slightly puffy cheeks, I had never seen my dad cry...

Maybe he still cared for our mother or maybe it was the sight of my broken-hearted sister crying to the point of exhaustion and knowing there was nothing he could ever do about it.

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We were sharing a room for now, at least until we could go and buy some new furniture and I could readjust to sleeping alone.

The tapping rain sent me to sleep quickly as in queue I dreamt of that night.

"Bellamy, Bell-" I whispered as my sister attempted to wake me from my panicked state.

She finally succeeded with my dad alongside her as they both stared down at me.

"Who's Bellamy?" My father sat on the floor beside my mattress.

"N-no one." I stuttered, catching my breath and panting.

I was addicted to him. He was my everything, the one person I turned to for everything and one of the only people I had even had contact with in months.

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A/N - Sorry for the short chapter but I hope you enjoy this! I'll add chapter 15 soon!

- A