𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘴 𝘔𝘺 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦

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꧁༆꧂

Home/hōm/: The place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.

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PRISCILLA AND JOHN FOUND A HOME. The young couple didn't get the opportunity to go on a honeymoon, which was disappointing for Priscilla, but John surprised her with their new home. The home was absolutely stunning. The walkway was welcoming and surrounded by plants, there were three steps, two lanterns, and there were two love seats on the front porch. The front door was smooth and wooden with black handles. There are four bedrooms and three full and one-half bathrooms. Two-car garage, and a basement with a secret room, The main room was a Jack and Jill bed and bathroom. The house is a beautiful mixture of brown, wood, and smooth surfaces. The home was already decorated by Sarah, John's mother. It's a home ready to be filled with life, laughter, and love. Oh, and children you can't forget about children.

Priscilla's eyes welled up with tears as she looked around. "Is this really our home John?" She asked in disbelief. She didn't expect this honestly, Priscilla thought that they would be living in his parents' home for at least a year.

John's heart swelled with pride and love as he watched his wife, her eyes wide with astonishment. "Mm-hm, I wanted to surprise you instead of the honeymoon."

Priscilla let out a laugh of delight. "This is way better than the honeymoon." John was elated to see and hear that Priscilla loved their new home. He wanted this to be the home that they grow together in, start new jobs in, have children in, and grow old and content in. It's been two weeks since they've been married and Priscilla's doing well for her senior year, and John started a factory job a few days after the wedding, Even with Priscilla having a breakdown about her mother they still haven't gone to see her. John made sure to keep her busy and it seems she's been trying to keep herself busy. In all actuality, Priscilla doesn't want to face her mom. She's scared to hear what Maria has to say. She's scared that her mother may still be angry at her, so she'll go when she decides she's ready.

John's ringing phone pulls them from their moment. "I have to take this," John muttered, before hastily walking out of the door. A pout takes over her once-happy features. For almost a week now John has been acting strange. He seems to fidget more, ramble on about meaningless topics, and disappear for an extensive amount of time throughout the day. Priscilla couldn't help but worry. Every time she asks about it John shuts her down and switches the topic. Priscilla would be a fool if she didn't mention the sudden burst of anger. They could be having a slight disagreement that would usually end in kisses and laughs, but now ends with him punching walls and storming off for hours. Priscilla feels helpless. She wants to help John, but she can't help if he doesn't tell her what's going on.

Letting her curiosity and frustration get the better of her Priscilla makes her way to the door that John left out of. John looks anxious as he paced the sidewalk, and talked in a hushed tone. Walking to the couch in the middle of the living room, Priscilla reached for John's jacket that was on the couch and dug through the pockets. She doesn't know what she's looking for, but she's praying that she found something that would explain her husband's behavior. Priscilla stilled when she felt a little plastic bag between her fingers. Her heart is now beating out of her chest and tears prick her eyes. She pulls the baggie out of his pocket and gasps when she discovers the white powder in the little bag.

How could she not notice?  How long has he been doing this? What in the world is going on? Her sad tears now turn into angry ones. How could he do this to her? Why did he feel the need to turn to drugs and not her? Why was he being so selfish? "What are you doing?" John's sharp tone makes her turn and face him.

Priscilla scoffed. "The question is what are YOU doing?" She angrily throws the bag at his feet, but John's heated gaze never breaks from her.

"You had no right to go through my things." John's tone was so cold it made her involuntarily shiver.

Priscilla walked closer with each word she spoke. "That's what you have to say? You're not even going to try to explain yourself?"

John takes a threatening step closer. "I don't need to explain anything to you." John's breathing grew heavy and his fists were now clenched tightly at his sides.

Betraying herself tears flowed freely down her freckled cheeks. "You have some nerve. If you were some druggie nobody you shouldn't have married me." her tone was full of disgust and regret. That sent John's mind into and frenzy. Did she really think she could leave him? She can't leave him he won't allow it.

Without thinking John grabs Priscilla's face tightly, his nails digging into her face. " Don't ever say that again." His tone was low and dangerous. Priscilla's whimpers turn into broken sobs making John smirk. He carelessly drops her to the floor, he then picks up the bag and leaves her on the floor of their new home crying.

Home sweet home...