The Help Me Trilogy✔️

This is home?

As soon as I went through the oak door, I breathed in the fresh air. It tasted wonderful! I'm glad I had brought a hanger with me, because I saw a car and used the hanger to pick the lock. It already had keys in, so clearly some one was hearing it up.

I turned them and heard the engine roar to life. I pulled on my seatbelt and grinned. I'm going home! I looked both ways and pulled out of the lot, getting a good view of the place. I wish I had my phone to take pictures, I thought to myself.

Once I got into the highway, I had a pretty decent idea of where I was headed. The signs on the side of the road helped a lot, especially the one telling me where the police station was.

I pulled into the lot, and put the car in park. When I stepped into the door, there were missing posters with my face on them all over. I started to feel a little self-aware of my current state. I had matted, and I hadn't had a shower at the warehouse. Either way, I needed to talk to someone and get help.

I walked up to the desk and the officer gasped. Her eyes went from the poster to me and back and forth.

" She's here!" She yelled. I was confused until I noticed she was talking about me. A rush of people flooded the room, including my sister and parents.

"Oh my little Sasha!" My mother cried as she sobbed and crushed me in a hug.

My dad put a hand on my back and said," Let's go home."
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We pulled up to a lot and I got confused. All I saw was an RV.

"Welcome home." My sister sighed.

"This... is 'home'?" I asked putting air quotations around the word home.

My mom put her arm around me and explained," We had to sell the house to afford all the posters, ads on tv, and other fees for search parties. So, we got this RV."

My face fell, but then I smiled.

"You did this for me?" I asked. My mom nodded and I grabbed her in a firm hug, digging my head into her shoulder.

"Here come the floods," my dad joked as my mom started crying.

"Mom," I said squirming from embarrassment.

"Okay honey." She said letting go.

My dad put his arm linked with mine and said,"Let's go inside."