It Just Happened

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AN/ Is the new cover a flop orrr no??? I feel like it's too dark but idk I was hating the old one. Donna was blond in the old version, she's not in this one. It makes zero sense to have atm. Lmk!

"Thalia be careful!"

"Maaaaa." I groaned in frustration, as I rolled my eyes. "I'm just getting out the car." I said. She's been acting like this since I got cleared to go home. Watching over my every move, lurking over my shoulder like a hawk. She's really being ridiculous. The lady thinks a fly could take me out, I swear. Today I moved out, and am officaly back home by Christmas, as promised. I didn't even care about the Holiday, I just wanted to get out of that place. After a long rehabilitation- that I'm unfortunately not done with- I can finally be home.

"Yes, so be careful getting out the car. The snow just melted, there could be ice." She retorted making me sigh. "Lake help your sister." She calls to the parch, before shutting the passanager seat door. Lake smirks and comes jogging off the porch.

"No!" My hands whips out between us. "You stay back. I got it." I grumbled. She's the type to put me back in that hell hole. Besides I didn't need their help. I do have it.

She slows her urgent steps and crosses her arms. "I'm not gonna kill you brainiac. Those guys got you paranoid huh?"

My mom's head rears around "Lake!" My mother snaps angrily, half way up the porch steps, freezing mid step.

"Sorry. Joke." Lake holds her hands up in surrender. My mom shakes her head and continues inside.

"Yea, a shitty one. Move out the way." I said as I walk passed her, my eyes focused on the ground to come.

Lake rolls her eyes at me. "Great to have you home sis." She says sarcastically as she goes to shut my door. Lake follows behind me with my dad. His hands full with my suitcase of things I was living off of in the hospital.

I made it upstairs with little to no issues with my crutches. My first time doing stairs with them, and it sucked but at least I can kinda walk.

I pushed my door open. I stood in the doorway silently as my eyes slowly passed through my room. The room I realize I hadn't been in for months. It was cleaned from the slight depression room I'd left it in. It smelled fresh and clean, refreshing from that stupid rehab.

I heard someone coming up the steps. I looked over my shoulder just as my dad turned the corner. Ugh.

I sighed heavily and looked away. I limped into my room, leaving him room to bring my things in. He walks to my dresser to put it close by. He bends to put it down, groaning on the way back up. "Your old man can't bend the knees like he used to, you know?" He chuckles.

"Yea, I do actually." I pressed my lips awkwardly as I stared at him blankly.

His face flushes red. "Well- not like- That's not what I meant. Sorry. Was that insesitive? Sorry." He rambles, swaying his hands to defuse any offense.

I groaned queitly as I took a seat by my bed side, leaning my crutches against my side table. "It's fine." I said, hoping he'll leave from my close ended statement.

"I know you're probably having a hard time right now."

My eyes ticked to him silently.

"But I'm here, and your mom is here. Your sisters and brother. All of us are here if you need. We love you. Just wanted to remid you of that I guess." He says with a gentle nod.

"Thanks." I said. I already knew they loved me. Didn't need his cosign.

Silence filled my room. A very awkward one may I add.