Bellamy Jackson is a sweet girl known by many but only hangs out with 3 people she calls her best friends. Bellamy is a one of the top competitive dancers in her state. Dancing is one of the most important things in Bellamy's life. It helps her forg...
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The car ride was quiet, the silence replaced by the radio station, something about prank calls and shit.
Kammy sat next to me, her soft hand resting in mine while the one fiddled with the end of her light pink skirt.
"Do you think she remembers us?" She asked. I glanced at her before shrugging.
"I don't know. It'd be fucked up for a Mother to forget about her first born children," I said, she nodded.
"I don't remember her much, but I remember a little bit of the song she sang to me," She hummed, I raised a brow at her.
"Oh yeah?" I remember the entire verse.
She then begins humming the soothing tune, my fingers tighten around the steering wheel.
The familiar mansion came into view.
I parked at the end of the long driveway, taking a deep, shaky breath. I glanced at Kammy. She looked at the house in awe, her eyes glimmering.
It wasn't as big as our home, but it was 100 times bigger than the place we grew up in.
"Ready?" I asked softly.
She nodded. "Yeah."
I stepped out first, Kammy right after me as she immediately caught my hand in hers. I adjusted my grip on her hand, holding it a little tighter.
We both walk up to the front door.
This was the moment I had been building up to, the first real step toward facing a past I'd spent years trying to bury.
I raised my hand and pressed the doorbell.
We waited, the quiet hum of the neighborhood pressing in around us.
The door began to open.
It revealed a tall man. Blond hair neatly combed, gray eyes sharp big and assessing. He wore a navy suit, and for a moment his expression held polite confusion.
"Hello?" he asked, his voice calm but cautious.
Kammy immediately shuffled back behind me, nearly disappearing behind my side.
"Can I help you?" the man asked again, frowning.
Before I could answer, a soft, familiar voice floated from inside the house.
"Mason, who is at the door?"
My stomach dropped.
She stepped into view. My eyes locked with hers, and everything else fell away.
She looked... stunned. I just stared.
The man beside her still looked confused, but she moved slightly in front of him, her gaze drifting down to Kammy, who slowly stepped out from behind me.
