Already home. (Aaron Tveit fanfiction)

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That night Amy didn't sleep. After Ian left her room she stood the night awake, thinking about what her brother said over and over. And she spent part of the night crying too. She spent the last ten years of her life in a fucking lie and living a life that someone else choose for her without asking. And she didn't let herself think about the life she could have if she went to Ithaca. 

If she was sure of something, it was that Ian wasn't going to have the same luck. He wasn't going to be their stupid puppet, but it was something that Amy would think later. Now the biggest problem was talking to her parents about her problem. 

Amy opened her eyes and realized that she slept like half hour when she heard someone talking downstairs. She looked at her clock and it was 7.30 a.m, got up and when she opened the door of her room, Amy heard her father's voice and she walked downstairs. The girl was decided to tell them every single word that it was running in her head and they were lucky that she didn't do it in the middle of the night. "Mom, dad!" she screamed, walking right to the kitchen. "What happened, Amy?" her mother asked from the kitchen isle, where she was drinking her favorite English tea. "Where is dad? We need to talk seriously" "Amy, sis, don't!" Ian whispered, taking her but the arm, desperately trying to calm her down but it was too late. "Honey, what's the matter?" Charles asked, coming from the living room with the newspaper under his arms and a smile on his shaved face. "You wanna know what's the matter? When I was on my senior year I sanded an application letter to Ithaca and never got an answer, not even a negative one. You throw that letter away, didn't you?" she hissed, trying to stay calm, but looking at their normal and happy smiles it was totally hard. "Amy I don't know what you're talking about" Mr. Carter said, totally calm, taking a sit in front of his wife. "Oh please dad. It was you!" Amy screamed, hitting with her hand the surface of the kitchen island, making the cups jump a little bit. "That was what you talked about?" Ian asked, looking at his sister and at his parents, trying to find an answer.  

After what Ian told Amy and her attack she doesn't explain anything to her little brother. He protested a couple minutes, but finally left alone in her room. "Ian what did you told your sister?" Jane asked, standing from her chair and walking to face her son. Amy never let her mother reached Ian; she stood in front of the young guy, even when Ian was a little taller than Amy. "The truth, that's what he said! You throw the letter because you knew if I got in I'd choose Ithaca and make my own life. You wanted me to go to Columbia to be like you. But there had to be something else..." Amy exclaimed. First she was yelling, but in the end the girl was murmuring. There had to be something more and she didn't knew what. "We wanted the best for you, sweetheart" Charles started to said looking at his daughter, with a cup of coffee in his hand and the newspaper on the table. "And the best for you it was Columbia. It's the best business school close to home" Jane explained with a condescending tone, putting a hand on Amy's shoulder to calm her down. 

Amy looked at her parents and it was like something suddenly hit her. In her head were running thousands of options about why they would want Amy to go Columbia and not to Ithaca. And then it came to her mind the only reason that ten years ago could made Amy change her mind. "No, now I get why you didn't wanted me in Ithaca. I should've known. You knew Aaron would be there. You knew he was the only one that could change my mind. Oh fuck!" she said nervously, yelling the last words almost at the top of her lungs. Amy covered her face with her shaking hands just for a second, and then put them in her hair and the back of her head. 

She walked in the kitchen away from her mother because she didn't want to be close to that woman not even a second. "Amy, we did it for you!" Jane exclaimed, walking two steps to reach Amy, but she walked away as if the woman was a monster. "For me? Since when do you know what's best for me? I could have gone to Ithaca but you decided to send me alone to Manhattan!? You didn't care to see me cry, to know that I was alone a huge city I didn't knew, without no one to talk ' That was the best? What kind of parents are you?" Amy asked, with tears in her green eyes, but she cleaned them with the back of her hand.

She really couldn't believe they could do that. In those years Amy tried to be as good as she could with everything, but she could see now, it wasn't enough for them. "Amelia I don't aloud you to talk to us that way!" Charles exclaimed in an angry tone, trying to put his eldest daughter in her place, but Amy was totally out of herself. He just made her angrier. "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do? Locked me in my room grounded or send me again to Manhattan? It's too late dad" Amy hissed with a sarcastic tone. She tried to walk closer to the isle, but Ian stopped her taking her arm. 

When she felt Ian's hand, Amy turned and look at her brother. With his eyes begging Amy to stop, but she wouldn't do it, not even for the person that she loved most in the world and the only person she would die for. It wasn't about him now, it was about her.  "Look, we did the best for you and your future. What you wanted to do was a 17 years old madness! What kind of life would you have living with that boy?" Jane explained when Amy was still turning her back on. Ian looked at her right in the eyes and he whispered a 'Please', before Amy closed her eyes to hold the tears once more. "I'd probably have a happy life when the only person really worried about me and really wanted to be with me..." Amy murmured, looking at the floor. 

She started to walk to the door to leave them there, but before she reach it she knew what she needed to tell to her parents to know that no matter what they wouldn't screw her life anymore. They weren't the one who decide now. "Oh, and you know what?" Amy asked, turning in her track to look at them. "For your information, I started to see Aaron again in those last weeks. And it was amazing. I probably had the best weeks of the last fucking ten years. But don't worry; it didn't work, even if I wished it would. Because I really wanted more than anything in the world that things could worked out between him and I" Amy cried silently, pulling the tears from her cheeks with her fingers. 

When she said it Amy laughed at herself. She was so annoyed at everything that she never stopped to think that. She realizes that crying in front of her parents and her brother was the most stupid thing on the world. "So yes, I guess that you can be happy now that my romantic life is totally ruined. Congratulations mom and dad. This is all on you..." she murmured, pointing with her hands to both of her parents, who were there looking at her like if she had tell them that she buried someone in the backyard. 

Amy went out of the kitchen, ran upstairs to her room and closed the door behind her. She sat on the floor with her back against the door and hugging her knees against her chest, trying not to break into pieces. She knew that Ian was going to knock on her door soon or late, waiting for some answers and she was going to give them to her brother, but in that moment all she could do was cry.