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Twenty Three: Heartbreak Girl

3 Weeks Later:

"Are you sure you can manage?" Mum passed me my bag as I lifted it onto my shoulder, realizing only then how much food she must've put in the thing.

"I'm fine honestly, it's only a few hours on the road I can manage." I said with a smile, truth be told I feel more stable, a week ago I got my images suppressed and they haven't occurred since. Today is the day I'm going back home, well to my own place to see Jess and Jim and collect them to go to London in order for Plan Z to progress further.

As I reach my car I place my bags in the boot and let out a sigh, my independence has finally been granted once again, allowing me to be free and make my own wise choices. It's not that being with family was a bad thing, but it was certainly difficult to reason with, especially since there was more family than we all knew.

Flashback:

A loud scream caused me to rush up out of bed and I looked around me, I wasn't hurt, I wasn't bleeding or aware I was , I was completely fine. I pinched myself, I'm awake, I'm safe. Slowly I crept out of bed, phone in hand to act as my torch, I made my way to the door where Joe stood, as wide eyed as me. "Who screamed?" I asked frightful of our surroundings, one which I usually felt protected in.

"I'm not sure, but it came from downstairs." He lead first with me quick on his tail, not wanting him to be left defenseless.

"Wait!" I whispered loudly to him as he went down one stair, he paused whilst I ran back to my room, grabbing the frying pan from underneath my bed and returning. "All good." I said motioning to the weapon in my hand, a confused look on Joe's face was evident. "What? If someone ever broke in at least I can defend myself, or knock them out. These things are pretty sturdy." I smiled proudly, having thought of the idea back home with Jess when a debate arised around whether a knife of a frying pan would make a more suited weapon.

He simply rolled his eyes as we continued to make our way downstairs, unaware of what we would actually do if there was an intruder, would they have a gun, kill us, steal everything? I held the frying pan tightly against my chest as we reached the end of the stairs and turned to the living room. Joe paused to face me, "I suggest we just barge in there, weapons in hand, got it?" I nodded vigorously since my words were failing me.

As he turned the handle on the door I held the frying pan high and he barged in yelling but then it came to a sudden halt as I entered, seeing Zoe stood there with her arms folded against her chest and the last person I expected to surrounded by cushions and blankets. "Peter? What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, my tone came across ruder than I had planned, the door opened once again and in walked mum with mugs of tea and as soon as she saw us her face fell.

"I guess you're all up then, well done Zoe." She let out a sigh as she placed three mugs of tea onto the table, passing one to Peter who gratefully excepted. She motioned for us to take a seat but Zoe and Joe were refusing, confused by the events that were taking place.

"Mum, why is there a stranger on our sofa?" Zoe pointed to Peter who sat up right in silence sipping his tea, waiting for someone else to speak.

"Because he isn't a stranger Zoe! Not to me anyway." I groaned, fed up of secrets. They all turned to face me after my statement and confusion became more evident on my siblings faces. "Zoe, Joe, meet my brother, Peter."

End of flashback.

We ended up sitting and discussing everything that night, it took a long time for the news to sink in properly to Zoe and Joe, especially Joe who thought the whole thing was a prank until I got the case out with all my files in. It was very tense and awkward for a while as mum didn't contribute to the conversation until she was questioned by Zoe, eventually it was accepted and understood. That I was a Mitchell- Sugg, not just a Sugg.