Dannielle's pov:
After a 5 hour drive and a lot of dead animals at the roadside, I finally reach Provincetown. I actually said to myself, that I would never set foot in here again, but I haven't seen my parents in 4 years, so why not visiting them in this hideously dead city?
The slamming of the car door brings some sound to the quiet area. It seems like nothing has really changed here over all the years. Okay, maybe the stink of the overflowing trash cans in front of my parents' house has increased, but that's literally all.
I sigh in disappointment and get my luggage out of my new black Mercedes. Since I plan to stay for 2 weeks, a lot has come together. A smaller backpack, a medium-sized suitcase and a simple handbag. Everything full to the brim. I can already tell, that I won't need most of the stuff I bring with me, but better to include too much, than too little, right?
Fully packed, I stroll to the door and ring the bell with my elbow. It takes a while until the door moves and I get invited in. A nice warmth, as it has always been in this house, flows towards me. My father welcomes me with open arms and seems surprised by my visit, which, to be honest, doesn't particularly irritate me. I left thousends of messages on their mailbox, but I should have known, that they would not be eavesdropping on them.
"What are you doing here, bunny?" he asks happily and takes my luggage out of my hands and places them on the stairs. The nickname makes my brow furrow. I haven't heard it in a long time and doing it again only shows me, that I've missed them more, than I thought I did.
"I left thousands of messages, I thought you know, that I'll come to visit you." I tell him and look around for my mother, who has still not shown herself. She's probably doing something in the household again as she always did.
"Well, it doesn't matter, we are glad you visit us old people again." My father laughs and I smile back. Despite the fact that I'm happy to see him, I feel like it was a big mistake to come back to Provincetown again.
"Your mother should be right back, she is at the supermarket." He lets me know and I nod. A wave of an uncomfortable silence fills the room. My father just looks at me. His brown empty eyes wander from my white sneakers over my black ripped Jeans and my white hoodie, to the end of my brown shoulder length hair. I am not sure if he likes my new style, but I have to say my taste got a glowup with a little more money on my bank account. One of the best decisions I ever made were to leave this city behind and start a career in New York. Even if I initially thought, that I would never publish a book and the street would become my home, I somehow made it and I am so proud of it. Maybe I ended up here to find inspiration for a new story, but who knows. A lot of people, especially authors, come here and come back with many sides of great work. I have always wondered what makes this place so special, that it attracts so many artists, but maybe I will find out with my presence and be part of these people.
A creak from the door behind me, makes me flinch slightly and makes me turn around. My mother stands there with a huge smile on her lips and puts the shopping bags on a shelf next to the door. She wears high black boots and a large brown coat, perfectly adapted to the cold of winter behind the door. Before further questioning my visit, she takes off her brown robe and reveals a thick, colorful sweater and one of her blue jeans. Then she takes a deep breath and puts on a smile again, which unfortunately I can't say whether it was meant. With this smile she gives me a short hug. Too short and too impersonal for my opinion, but I still enjoyed the small contact between our bodies, which gave me the short feeling, that she's proud and supports the choices I made.
"Wow, you grew up so much." She says in a hoarse voice, staring at my little tattoo on my wrist, that I recently got along with some others. The look at the rose pictured there makes her smile disappear quickly. I know that they're not fans of tattoos, especially not on me, so I actually didn't want to show them, but I forgot to cover it up. Her face agrees with my thoughts and since I don't feel comfortable, when she looks at me so condemned, I pull the sleeve of my sweater over it, getting ready for some complaints.
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A Fucking Upgrade - TB Karen
Fanfiction"Never judge a book by its cover" this is one of Danielle's favorite quotes. Danielle lives in New York and has built her own life there as a succesful writer. After a few years she visits her parents again in Provincetown, as she calls it, "hideou...
