Pieces

* Chapter One *

Liberty's P.O.V.

Airports are by far the hardest and most complex and scariest places when one must travel on their own.

The anxiety swirls round my body as I walk down the long corridor in order to meet my loved ones. I haven't seen my mum and sisters for two years. And the anticipation was haunting me. The sound of my suit case rolling behind me built the tension and excitement.

I had skyped them almost every day when I was in Florida, watched my sisters grow into two beautiful 4 year olds. Watched my mother grow into an independent single woman. I needed them more than anything else.

After the divorce, I found my father's interest in the family weaken. He no longer cared for my mother and sisters. I knew I would never want to see him after these two years, and I made it incredibly clear.

It broke him. And I knew that. But he broke this family.

I had to sacrifice everything just to leave these last two years to create a good memory of me for him. I left my family and best friends for him and now, I hoped the memory and mark I left for him would be enough.

I felt nothing for my father anymore.

Not many passengers planned on staying in Chicago but instead, waiting for the next flight out. Therefore there were only but a few figures lingering by the flight gate.

I hadn't much time to think before hearing my name being yelled out and a thin arm wrapped round my shoulders.

"My sweet Libby" mum whispered into my shoulder as her tears dampened my shirt "I missed you so much"

My freshly salted tears entered my mouth as my smile was wide and overjoyed "I missed you too mum, I missed you too"

"Libby, Libby!" I broke away from my mother's warm embrace, handed her my suitcase and immediately reached down to my sisters.

"Look how big you guys have gotten" I smiled whilst kissing my identical sisters everywhere on their cream faces.

"Libby" their small voices were so innocent. They didn't need dad, we'll raised them just fine.

I kissed them both on the noise and took a hold of their hands before walking towards the exit.

"How is he?" mum questioned.

"Still the same asshole that left you" I answered Casually.

"Liberty, he's their father" she whispered.

"He doesn't care about them, he made that crystal clear"

"Liber-"

"-enough mum!" I snap "I haven't seen you in two years, do you want our first real conversation to end in an argument?"

She sighed and rubbed her clear forehead with her soft fingers "Are you hungry. Tired?" she questioned.

"I want McDonalds" Brooke yanked at my hand before Sophie followed.

"Girls, you're going to rip Libby's arm out of her socket" mum warned.

I wasn't half as strong as I once was. Over the years, puberty and I had finally worked together to sort myself out. I hadn't lost a massive amount of weight but did lose the extra substance that wasn't exactly useful. I had been prescribed medication for my acne which blissfully cleared everything up, and I styled and wore my hair and clothes completely differently to fit society's version of 'perfect'.

I didn't look half the same as I did two years ago and it was evidently noticeable.

The cold Chicago mid-October air smashed me hard in the face as we exited out the heated airport doors. I hadn't forgotten how cold Chicago can be, therefore I had cleverly changed attire on the flight back and carried my coat with my hand luggage.