WHEN I ASKED WHY

( Chapter 20 )

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I stretch my arms only to hit it by the wood of the bed. It hurt. I turn over to sleep once more and carry on dreaming but I don't feel the same pillows of my bed. I don't feel the same texture of my blankets and that awoke me. I rub my eyes and massage my temple. The grudging sound of my stomach was eating me up. I'm hungry. I haven't eaten a proper meal in a long time. I long for food, pasta with delicious tomato sauce. But sometimes dreams don't come true. Just like this one.

"Hey, uh. I bought some stuff. Food actually and just go to the kitchen you'll find it there. " James stands on the door waiting for me to get up. I look down into sharp reality and nod to him. He instantly walks away. I get off bed and tie my hair into a pony tail, then I head to the kitchen.

The kitchen is small. There's an oven, a pan, some sauces and kitchen utensils. On the dining table are plastic bags filled with groceries. I take one of the three chairs and sit, watching him unpack all the things.

"Is there anything I could help with? Like unpacking or something? "

"No, I'll handle it. " He sniffs. After unpacking all of those plastics he takes two carton noodles and switches on the kettle. Then taking out the noodles he places hot water over it and stirs it adding some spice. He gives one to me and he starts eating. I proceed to eat and I must admit, it was delicious. You know what they say, when you are hungry, anything tastes good.

I look over at him eating. Pushing his hair out of the way.

"James, are you okay? " He stops eating.

"What do you mean? I'm fine." He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I mean, are you sad about your father? Don't you miss your mom?"

He pauses to that thought.

"I do. That's why we're doing this." He continues to eat but I stare at him and he noticed. "At ease?"

"Yeah, sorry. " I eat as well, not making it obvious for him to see my hunger. "Thank you by the way. " I say.

" Yeah, you need it. So today's plan is that i need you to go home... "

"Wait what? Go home? No! " I protest.

"Listen, goodness. Go home and get some clothes and stuff you'll need. I'll drive you there and pack as fast as you can. "

"Oh, sorry. I thought... never mind. " I finish my noodles and it was completly empty. I look over at him cleaning up the remaining groceries when he says we are ready to go. I go back to his room and grab my sling bag and proceed out the door. After locking it, we head back down and grab a taxi.

When we arrive at my white painted house, everything turns shut. Nothing made sense. I grew up in this house and now we are looking for a criminal. I feel his hand touch my shoulder and I nod, ready to go. Walking towards the front door was a task because inside there might be a mess or police. It scared me. I tremble unlocking the front door and I could feel James' irritation so I hurriedly open it.

There I see it. The hallway to many doors and to the kitchen. Upstairs is my room a bathroom, store room, Becca's room. It all made me thankful. Thankful for everything. But I'm curious to see that there isn't a slight difference in this house. Not a pot plant out of place. It's a but dusty but nothing more. It's the way I left it before. Again, it didn't make sense. A few more days and they will get hold of this house and they will destroy it.