After Nixon got things situated at the station, we had made our way to his place. I was slightly nervous because it was a new feeling in being in someone else's home. I was startled at the fact that he offered to take me in. I felt like crying from the overwhelming gratitude I felt towards this man. I never knew someone could be so kind and inviting to someone like me. Someone who he had barely met and yet he was so gentle.
His house was beautiful to say the least. Sure it wasn't much, but I loved it. It was a small wood cottage just outside of town. A comfy aura surrounded it and welcomed you with the smell of burning wood coming from the chimney. It reminded me of the house that I would see outside of my window. The front had a huge flower bed filled with beautiful pink and red flowers that made the home look dainty.
Taking hesitant steps to the door, I noticed the mat in front of the door that said 'Welcome' in cursive letters. we had one of these back home, but after being locked inside that room I started to believe that they didn't mean anything. Just a façade to cover what real torment prevailed behind the closed door. The sound proof walls that concealed tormented cry's of a young girl that had no choice, but to endure mental, emotional, and physical agony.
I was brought out of my thoughts when Nixon opened the door and the sound of barking sounded from behind. I instantly thought back to when my dad would bark and growl outside the room door. I did what my instinct told me to do... Run. Since I was still weak I ended up accomplishing a very light jog. My heart was going a hundred miles an hour or so it felt. Anxiety took a hold of me as I heard heavy footsteps rapidly approaching me from behind. I felt tears leak down my face at the thought of my father catching me and taking me back to that room.
"Hey. What's wrong?" Nixon's voice rang through my ears and relief flowed through my body. I felt his arms snake around my waist and tightly held me to his body. For some odd reason I felt my body heat up. I turned into him and cried.
"Woah. Hey? What's the matter? hm? What's going on?" He cooed in my ear. I pushed away a little and pointed at the big dog that was happily waiting on the porch.
"What? Franky? He won't hurt a fly. It's okay. He's a friendly dog." He started calling him over and I silently watched as the dog hesitantly made its way over to us. It was as if it new to be cautious around me.
"See. He won't hurt you. Look just touch him. It's okay." He reached out and pet the dog. I guess I felt a little better about it because I had the urge to stick my hand out and touch franky. When I did he bowed his head causing me to quickly snatch my hand back. Franky whined and I tilted my head. Trying again I softly touched his head and started to scratch him. He leaned into my touch and I smiled.
"Okay. Well let's start going inside before you get a cold." Nixon said noticing I still was wearing the blanket over the clothes I've been given. Slowly we made our way back to the porch. Franky walked closely beside me almost as if guiding me. I smile at the thought of him acting as my protector. He seems to take after his owner.
I turn to look at Nixon and study his features. I'm probably staring like a creep but I can't help but notice how handsome he looks. A sharp jaw covered with day old stubble, his pink plump lips, defined nose, and overall strong features. I blush and turn away when I notice his intense stare directed at me. I duck my head to hide my face but it's lifted by fingers so I'm looking straight into Nixon's eyes.
I didn't realize we stopped walking until Franky barked from the front door. Nixon ignored him and continued to stare at me. It was uncomfortable yet so calming just looking into his serene olive green eyes. Eyes that seemed to see everything I've been through and understands my torment. Understands everything I have ever felt in my life. I've never felt so vulnerable just looking into someone than I have right at this moment. Feeling a pang in my chest, I quickly look away and see that Franky had already gone inside. No doubt tired of waiting for us to follow along.
"Are you ever going to speak to me?" At the sound of Nixon's voice I turned back to him. Biting my lip, I thought about it. I think I can trust him well enough. After all, he did save me from my father and took me into his own home. A slow smile spread across my lips and nod.
"Thank you" my voice was raspy and slow when I spoke. I was surprised at my own voice because it sounded like another person talking. It sounds more mature than I remember my 10 year old voice sounding like. I look to Nixon and see that see is wearing an ear splitting grin. Blushing I take his hand and slowly lead his to the home. Gripping my hand he says something that sets my heart into overdrive.
"Welcome home"
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Ghost
Fiksi Umum"Silence. That's all to be heard in this room of isolation. The room I have been locked up in for nearly 13 years. I was tied up in a chair so I couldn't move. Day after day. Month after month. Year after year. This has been my life since I was 10...
