Sweet Sister | Barry Allen [ 1 ]

Chapter 27

Lana

Arriving in River city had brought so many memories back. This place was a part of me I thought would remain buried forever. It was a place I thought I'd never return to, a place I was willing to forget. And now standing in the middle of the woods staring at the old cottage I couldn't help but feel all of those memories rush back into me again. I couldn't find it in myself to step foot inside the old cottage. From where I stood I could see it was run down. I was sure I had been the last person to live in it years ago and from the looks of it no one else had lived in it.

I turned to the side walking to the tree just at the end of the driveway. I bent down digging into the ground with a knife I had. My hand traced over the stones that laid on the ground under all the dirt and leaves.

I remembered the cat I had so many years ago. I had never loved any other living animal as much. She had been my first real pet that I had. He had gotten her for me. A gift for both of us seeing as we thought we had gotten out. But we were lied to or I was. I had been lied to and I learned that in the worst possible way.

The day I had been attacked here I had lost her. I buried her here in this same spot along with the woman I was back then. A gullible person who trusted the wrong man. I wanted to bury every part of me here and never turn back. When I buried the person I used to be, I buried the person who trusted others, I buried the person who was able to love others in a deeper way.

That was the old me. The one who thought we could run away and be happy unafraid of being found, because I thought we had done a good job at hiding. I was wrong, just as I was with everything else. I had learned in the hardest way that love was inconstant. What was certain was the need for one's survival and everyone else in the way was just collateral damage. I realized why I was so afraid of letting anyone else into my life. I was afraid they would betray me the way everyone always has. I thought that shutting my heart off would protect me as long as I didn't care.

And yet again I was wrong. Barry had pushed and pushed and made himself a home in my heart. A heart that was filled with pain, anger and pure sadness. I wondered if I could try harder to shut him out but a part of me knew it wouldn't work. Barry was a brightness I never saw coming. He had been the light showing me out of the darkness in my life.

I got up from the ground and walked back to where the taxi was waiting for me. I got into the back seat ignoring his look of confusion. I was sure he must have been wondering why he had driven me all the way out here for me to just stand outside and not go in. As we drove back into the city I looked at all the other small houses and shops. It seemed nothing had changed since I was last here.

I watched everything from the window finally sitting up as we arrived at the destination. Getting out of the car I grabbed my bag from the trunk and walked into the building. Looking at the lady at the front desk i told her about the interview I had with Mr. Hans. She brought me into a different waiting room and told me to wait until he was ready.