Emotions? (OHSHC ~ OC~ Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

I slowly walk into my house. Both of the cars parked exactly the same as they were this morning.

"Mum, Dad!? Can you come out here? I need to talk to you!" I yell sweating buckets due to nerves.

"Sure thing honey!" Mum yells at me.

I hear foot steps and the sound of a door shutting.

"You've been coming home later than usual" Mum states walking into the kitchen and sitting down at the kitchen bench. She takes an apple and takes a bite into it.

"Yeah, I joined a club" I tell her. Thinking she would be happy that I got friends but I was wrong.

"What club?" She asks me cautiously.

"A club where we entertain others" I say not wanting to say that I joined a host club.

"Entertain! What kind of entertain!?" She practically screeches. Woah.

"We talk to people who need someone to talk to" I say half of the truth. Mum visibly relaxes and mumbles than she's happy I've found friends.

"I need to talk to dad too mum.. Where is he?" I ask her confused. Both of the cars are still here so he should still be home.

"Oh, he went out for a bit of a walk. He should be home soon." Mum says quietly. She sounds so.... Broken....

"Okay, I'll talk to you both when he gets home" I say and walk to the living room "Love you mum"

"Love you too Hun" She mutters at me.

I plop down onto the couch and turn on the radio for some background music as I do my homework on the coffee table. I figure I'll hear when dad gets home better from out here than in my room.

I finish my homework with ease and glance at the clock. Dads been gone for more than half an hour......

I'll go and have a shower and wash my clothes. By then he should be back....

I do all of that and hang my clothes. But dad still hasn't returned.

I return to the living room and pick up my favourite book... To kill a mockingbird and re-read it for the hundredth time. (A\N I've never actually read that book but I have it on my shelf and am planning to)

Before I start reading it I put on a more mellow radio station and get a drink of water.

Making myself comfortable on the couch I start to read.

Losing myself in a world of imagination.

Books are beautiful like that. The words give guidelines but you interpret what they mean. They could range in meanings.

The way they describe the simplest things like the colour of the sky or the forcefulness of the wind could be liberating. The words could imply freedom, imprisonment or anything you want..... They could be taken as the literal meaning or the meaning could be completely changed.

How a book is enjoyed completely depends on the reader piecing the words to make a world that they themselves want. The author has no say on that... They only place the guides...

Well that's what I think anyway.

3rd POV

Kiara read.... And read.... And read some more.

She read until she fell asleep. Her father still not returning home and her mother not leaving her room .

What has gotten into them?