Tempting•H.S. (MAJOR EDITING)

Epilogue

Songs

Doubt- tøp

Wild- Troye Sivan

Stone Cold- Demi Lovato

Enjoy!

-/-

Rose's POV

The music pumps through the speakers and I move my thumbs to the rhythm. This is the longest ride of my life. I can't wait to visit my mom.

Lance is visiting home too. He's on break from college, and he wants to see me. He says he has a boyfriend named Cody. I doubt that  idiot has a boyfriend, but I'll see.

I can't believe I'm on my way back here. It's been three years. Going without your mom for three years is hard, especially if you're close with her.

My dad has remarried in that time span, and from texting my mom, she has a boyfriend now. I pull into the drive way, the giddy feeling in my stomach magnifying.

I knock on the door, and my mom opens it with a bright smile on her face.

"Rose! My baby, I've missed you so much." She laughs into my neck.

"I've missed you too."

We hug for what feels like hours. She pulls me through the living room, her hand wrapped around my wrist.

"Have you thought about what college you want to go to? What are you majoring in?" She asks excitedly.

Seeing that I just graduated last week, I can understand her excitement.

"I'm actually thinking about taking a gap year. I kinda want to live here with you if that's fine. And about my major, I was thinking about psychology. I'm not sure." I tell her.

She smiles at me, her eyes glistening.

"My baby is growing up."

I smile at her.

"Oh mom, please don't start the water works."

She laughs, wiping her face. "I'm sorry. It's hard to believe I haven't seen you in person in three years. FaceTime isn't all that good, if I'm being honest."

Hours fly by, and it's now dark out. My mom had planned to ale dinner, but she was too caught up in her boyfriend John. He's a really nice man, and he makes my mom happy. That's makes me very happy.

I climb the stairs, bidding my mom and John a goodnight. I'm really tired. Flying from North Carolina to California, then driving three hours to get to my mom's house is tiring.

I open the door to my room, and everything is just how I left it. My dresser is still slightly crooked from when he fucked me on it.

He stills invade my thoughts every so often. I sometimes think to myself what could have become of us if I haven't moved.

Would we be dating?

Most likely not.

Would I still be his little sex toy?

Most likely.

I drown out those thoughts, because I'm exhausted. I climb in bed, and let the warmth of the blankets take me under. This is what home feels like.

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I'm awaken by the smell of bacon and eggs. Mom must be making breakfast. I throw the cover over me and slip on a pair of shorts. My hair looks like a birds nest, but I really don't care.