It Will Always Be A Game

04: New Beginnings

I see you, little lamb

"Stop," I address the distorted voice that has been disturbing me.

I feel something nudging my shoulder.
"Wake up." I hear it again.

"God, wake up."

My eyes snap open. I look around and find myself in the passenger seat. I dozed off.

Again.

Ethan is looking at me with a solemn expression on his face. I glance out the window and see my home. It's almost evening, a picturesque landscape surrounds the sun as it paints the sky with an assortment of colours.

"Your key." I hear him speak as I rub my eyes. I turn to see his hand holding my keys.

I look at him for a moment before snatching them.

He exits the car and walks over to my side, opening my door.
I get out slowly, careful not to hurt my ankle for the hundredth time. As I step out, I find myself right in front of him. I don't know what to say. Do I thank him?

"Take-"
"Thank y-" We both start speaking at the same time.

"Uh.. thank you for these and for dropping me back," I say, pointing at the bags.

He nods simply. My lips purse and I nod in response.

"You were saying something?"

"Nothing." He looks at me.

"Last time I see you huh," I smile sheepishly.

He nods again.

Does he not have any words in his vocabulary?

"Alright then," I give him a wave before slowly and carefully heading up the stairs to my house.

I unlock the door.
Wait. But the lock was broken. 
I turn around and look at him.

He stands by the GT, waiting for me to get inside.
He was the one who broke it.

Could it be possible he had it fixed?

My brows furrow as I smile at him before entering and closing the door. It wasn't like I needed it fixed since I never locked the door. But it was still thoughtful.
My smile is gone when I see the situation of the place. I roll my eyes. It still looks the same, other than a few things lying here and there and drawers left open. They tried to search for evidence. As if they would've found anything.
Fools.

My head turns to the left and my eyes land on the drawer. I slowly open one of them. My hand slides inside the back of the drawer and I exhale a deep sigh of relief as it lands on my pocketknife.

I scoff at their failure.

Keeping the pharmacy bags on the table, I make my way to the couch. A meow is heard from underneath the sofa. A huge smile spreads across my face.
Moestie peeks out from under, and when she recognizes me, she jumps up to her feet and charges at my legs. I slowly but painfully crouch down and pick her up. "Baby!" I bring her closer to me as she meows continuously.