Heaped Up

Chapter 1

Heaped Up

Chapter 1

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It was a very dark evening when we arrived. I took a look at the house, it looked warm and traditional but with some contemporary touches. The place was lined with screened porches, and topped with gabled roofs and a smoking chimney. The glazing created a lantern effect at night that draws you in like a moth to a flame. It was glowing warmly from within.

I walked on the bluestone terrance that leaded to the front, dad opened the door which was tucked between two volumes, offering a private entryway sheltered from wind and rain. By the time I entered the house, my gaze fell to the warm, honey-colored wood floors, feature walls and vaunted ceilings. The kitchen had wood cabinets and a table in the middle for food prep and casual family meals. Its ceiling was high which gave this small kitchen a sense of added space. It opened onto the dining and living area, where a modern marble fireplace sorrounded by a wood feature walls. Suspended lights hang down from the high vaulted ceilings, giving the space a subtle but modern detail overhead. The living room was absolutely wonderful, with its red, beige and brown couches and wooden shelves. The carpet looked soft with its smooth vanilla color. A large 40 inch Plasma was hanging on the wall, facing the brown couch. The dining area was next to kitchen, it looked pretty simple.

"Dad, who did all of this?" I asked.

Dad chuckled, "It's a secret."

"No, seriously." I snorted.

"Come here. I have to show you something." He gripped my arm and started shoving me upstairs.

We walked through a short passageway that had white creamy walls and faced the wooden stairs. We continued climbing the stairs till we entered the corridor,  there were two doors on the right and two on the left.

"Boston, your room is on the left." Dad explained while opening the door.

The room had creamy walls and two large windows on the cornor. The bed was in the middle and it had a navy blanket on. There was a white  desk on the right that had three shelves and a red leather armchair. The closet was next to the window and it was navy with white handles.

"The bathroom is there. " Dad said while chuckling weirdly. He was extremely happy it was getting on my nerves.

I opened the bathroom door and faced a pedestal sink with a fitting mirror cabinet on top. The bright porcelain floor made the vibrant green walls pop against clean white. The shower was sorrouned by neutral tiles and glass-

Wait, is that a guy shooking his head while holding his headphones?

I shook my head once, twice. "Dad!!!!!!!" I screamed which caused the guys head to jerk at me.

I froze.

It wasn't him, it'd never be him.

How in hell's name would he be here?

I stared at him, waiting for him to disappear.

He just smiled broadly, "Hey, Boston." He whispered which caused me to stumble back and fall right on my arse.

Dad barged into the door, then look between me and him. He started slapping his forehead.

"I told you to not be here, you idiot." 

"I'm sorry I lost track of time while cleaning the bathroom."

This is not real. This can't be real. I must be hallucinating. This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be rea-

I was cut off with a huge embrace that sent me flying off the ground. I let myself enjoy this feeling because anytime right now it would disappear, I know it.