All For You

Sixteen

Isla

Thankfully, they have another place to stay at besides the house the organisation knows about in the city.

My families more prepared than I'd thought, which is a really good thing.

Their actual house is far out from the city, on a private property hidden by a forest.

Honestly, it was a little confusing trying to figure out where the fuck we were when they turned onto a discreet dirt road, but I made sure to memorise the way. Just in case.

Its always good to be prepared.

When the car finally stops and the doors open, I climb out, excited like a little girl. My heart jumping, like I'm actually thirteen again and moving houses for the first time.

I wonder if they saved a room for me. I wonder if it'll be upstairs or on the first floor. I wonder if they have a pool, or a basement.

It's a fucking big house, to say the least, and I guess it'd have to be, considering it has to fit eight people, assuming August has a room and so do I.

God, I hope I have a room. I don't care if it's empty, or as plain as a sheet of paper, or as small as a closet. I just hope I have one that's all mine. I hope they kept one for me, because they knew I'd come home one day.

I hope they thought that far ahead.

And they did. At the end of the small tour, after showing me the gym and the pool out the back and the fucking cinema/games room basement, Hayden opens a door on the first floor, down a small hallway, and tells me it's my room.

"Seriously?" I ask, looking around. It's empty, nothing but a bed and cupboards against the walls, but it's huge. And it's all mine.

Mine to decorate. Mine to love. Mine to make mine, and I fucking love it.

I drop back on the bed, sighing. Smiling. Happy as fuck.

They saved me a room.

For some reason, I feel relieved. Maybe I was scared they hadn't thought that far. Maybe I was scared they didn't expect me to actually come home.

But they did. They prepared for my return.

And I'm so fucking glad. Even if I was sure I wasn't ever coming home.

They knew I would.

"How do you like it?" Hayden asks, looking at me from the doorway. When I smile at him, he comes over and drops onto the bed next to me.

"It's fucking perfect," I say, laughing. He laughs with me, shifting closer, so I grab and hug him. He hugs me back, burying his head in my chest again.

Something he always used to do, and it makes my heart ache in the best and worst ways possible.

I play with his hair, running my fingers through it, curling it on his head, caressing his ear and the side of his face. Loving him like I've wanted to for so long. Feeling his warmth again, because ever since he held me in that alleyway, I've been craving it. Needing it.

I've missed it so much.

And now that I have it, and I can have as much of it as I want, it's almost unreal. Almost impossible.

Like this is all just one big, amazing, surreal, torturous dream that I'll have to wake up from soon.

I really fucking hope not.

"We'll go shopping soon so you can decorate your room and get new clothes and stuff." Hayden squeezes me tighter, burying his head deeper, trying to hide the tears in his eyes. "You're finally home."