I'll Show You

Chapter twenty-eight

"Hey mom." I said as I walked through the front door.

"Christina? What are you doing here darling?" My mom said putting the knife down that she was chopping up vegetables and onions with.

Her arms embraced me. I missed my mother, and I knew this is the kind of love that I needed.

"I thought I would come and stay for a little while... I missed home." My voice cracked as I held back my sobs.

"Come here, why are you crying?" She asked running my back gently.

"I just missed you and dad is all. I missed home." I said trying to hide my feelings under my sleeve.

My mom isn't dumb and she definitely knows there is more to why I am home.

"I won't bother you, but if you need to talk, I'm here. Anyways, go say hello to your father, he is upstairs." Mom said picking the knife back up.

I wipe my eyes and sniffle up the snot that was trying to escape out of my nostrils.

My feet go up the stairs each step at a time. It's been so long since I actually been home. My old bedroom is right across from dad's office.

I stand in the doorway of dads and office and knock on the door smiling.

"Hey dad."

He turned around immediately from his desk.

"Christina, what are you doing in New York?" He said kissing me on the forehead and hugging me tightly.

"Just came to visit. I'm staying here for a while. I've got some things I need to figure out." I said chewing on my bottom lip.

"Alright honey, it's good to have you back home. Always loved having some extra people to annoy around the house." Dad said poking my cheek with his finger playfully.

"Alright dad. I'll let you get back to your work. Love you." I said walking slowly out of his office.

"I love you too." He replied.

My suitcase is downstairs, so I went and got it and tried to avoid mom asking me a billion questions.

That's going to happen a lot.

"Are you sure you're okay dear, I don't like seeing you so... Down." She said looking over at me with her hand on her hip.

"Mom, I'm fine. I just needed to come back home for a little while. LA was getting too much for me." I said with my suitcase in my hand.

"What about Justin?" She said before I could completely leave the room. His name made my heartbreak even more. I stopped in place and turned around.

"He's... Fine." I said quickly walking up the stairs to my room.

I open the door to my bedroom and literally everything was the way I left it. My Justin Bieber posters were all on the wall and... That made me feel even worse.

I look around, and literally every wall is covered with his face on it.

"Nice going Christina." I said to myself as I threw my suitcase on the bed and started to unpack.

I grabbed my clothes and put them in my empty drawer. Justin's shirt was left in the bottom and I held it in my hands and put it up to my nose to smell his scent.

It smelt exactly like him...

I put it in the drawer with the rest of my clothes and then put the money he gave me away in a safe spot. Okay... All done.