Mistreated A Sam Wilkinson FanFic

Chapter 2: Arrival

             Nate's POV

"Hey Nate honey can you please go get your brother!" I heard my mother yell to me from the kitchen.

Dinner must be ready now.

The time on the clock was nearing 6:30. Lightning flashed periodically through the night sky filled with clouds pouring down rain. Loud booms of thunder followed soon after each flash.

Thunderstorms were not that bad. Sometimes they can be relaxing. As long as you're inside. If you're outside then forget about it.

I had obeyed my mother's request and got up from the living room couch.

Of course unwillingly. Letting out a groan while rolling my eyes.

My feet carried me through the house. Each stair holding my weight as I walked up them and over to Stews room. He was, as usual, sitting in front of his TV playing another video game.

"Hey little dude dinners ready." I shouted to him over the loud noises coming from the TV.

"I'll be right down."

"Don't take to long you know mom will get mad."

I shut his door behind me and slowly walked back down the stairs. My hands in the pockets of my grey sweatpants as I strode into the kitchen.

Mom looked up at me. Smiling, showing her bright white teeth.

"Nate are you ok honey?" Mom began. "It looks like something's bothering you?"

"Ya I'm fine mom."

"You know you can talk to me. That's what moms are for."

I stayed silent for a second. My thoughts were scrambled in my brain, the way it's been for awhile now.

"I just feel like there's something missing." I started telling her. "There's something that I need in my life and I don't know what it is."

Mom just stared at me, taking in my words. She always processes what you tell her before answering. Usually, pretty good advice comes from her.

Before she could answer, the ring of the doorbell made us both turn and look towards the door.

"Nate can you get that, I need to finish up here." Mom requested.

I nodded in response, then took myself away from the island counter to go over to the front door.

My hand turned the deadbolt lock to the unlocked position. Making a click noise once in the correct position. I opened the door towards me. Then my eyes widened.

I was shocked. Frozen. Unable to form any words. My body was still, standing in this one position.

"Nate honey who's at the-" Mom started to say, but her words were cut off once she saw who was on the porch.

Riley Miller

"Riley?" I questioned.

"Hi." She smiled looking straight at me.

It really was her. The sound of her voice was rare, one I could always distinctively pick out.

She was soaking wet from the pouring rain.

Rain droplets traveled down her forehead and across her face. They drenched her shoulder length straight brown hair. The red highlights she had put in still visible.

My eyes moved down to the suitcase standing by her feet.

What happened now?

"Riley honey come in here you're soaked." Mom said grabbing her wrist.