The Love Of A Daughter: A Jeremy Renner Love Story

Part 5: Lost

Author's Note *Please Read* : Hello, all! It's been quite a while since I updated this story, and for that I apologize. Just know that I am back and ready to continue writing. Which brings me to my first question: How would all of you feel about a "mature" scene between Myra and Jeremy? I was planning to put one in later on in the story and I wanted to hear your opinions in advance. The scene wouldn't be too graphic, but I'm just making sure. I was also wondering if you're all okay with a bit of back story, which would include info on Myra's brother, played by Cory Monteith. That's all from me for now. Please leave comments, vote, and fan! It means the world!

P.S. This chapter is slightly short. Sorry, but I'm a little rusty and need to get back in the swing of things. NExt chapter will be much longer, promise!

P.P.S. This fanfic was inspired by and named after a song by Demi Lovato. If you listen to it, you'll know why I chose it. 

Without further ado, here is Part 4 of The Love Of A Daughter. Enjoy! ~

I cautiously step out of the bathroom, scanning the room for Jeremy. I huff out a breath. He's not here. "Jeremy?" I call out, now standing in the middle of the room. Jeremy's clothes hang loose around my small frame as I shuffle over to the open door that leads to the hallway. "In the living room!" I hear a male's voice shout from somewhere in this enormous house. Making my way down the hallway, I laugh. "Which is where?" 

Jeremy chuckles faintly; I can't tell where the sound is coming from. "How in the hell do you navigate this place without getting lost?" I yell, slightly irritated but still laughing. I hate not being able to figure out which way to go, not being able to find my bearings. I've spent most of my life feeling lost mentally and emotionally; I don't need the actual physical sensation of not knowing where I am. 

"You know where the kitchen is. It's the next room." 

I grit my teeth and follow Jeremy's directions. Standing in front of him, I fold my arms across my chest. He smiles warmly up at me from his spot on the couch. Though I try my absolute hardest, I can't help but smile back. He gestures for me to sit next to him, but I shake my head. "I need to get some clothes that fit." my voice feels raw, but I don't know why.  Jeremy nods slightly. "Later. Sit with me now?" 

I give an exaggerated sigh and plop my body down onto the couch. Jeremy laughs and brushes a strand of my damp hair from my cheek. I chew my bottom lip. "How old are you?" I whisper. Jeremy rolls his eyes with a smile. "I'm 41." 

My eyes go wide. 

"I know, I know. I look pretty damn good for an old man, huh?" Jeremy teases with a smirk. I laugh shortly and shake my head. "You're not an old man. You're just... older than I thought you were." I lean back against the couch, my eyes closing. Jeremy suddenly takes my hand. I open my eyes and study him. His gaze is turned to my hand, taking in every detail. My hand seems so small compared to his; I find myself staring at it too. I tilt my head and smile as I hum softly. Jeremy looks up at me. "Why are you humming, Myra?" he whispers.

"Because, right now... I'm happy."