I Found You, Something Told Me To Stay - (Jason/Zacky) Version Two.

Chapter Thirteen.

Hey, guys! I'm not overly thrilled with how this chapter's written. I had it written and ready to be posted about a week ago, but I had problems with my laptop and I've had to re-write it about three times. I wanted it to be longer, but writing it out so many times was giving me a headache haha. The next one will be longer :)

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My legs were shaking the whole way. I was sure I’d walked, lost, in confusing circles, at least twenty times. I kept passing things that I’d seen already, and got frustrated every single time. But from my anger over the situation that had just taken place with Zacky, and my determination to finally find my dad, I had a surge of adrenaline pumping through my veins that kept me going.

My eyes would dart down to the screen of my phone every few minutes, reading over the address to the point where I remembered it so clearly that I didn’t even need to look at it any more. I kept taking shortcuts that I’d hoped would be helpful, but really only went in circles. It took me wandering down Zacky’s street and past his house again to finally find a shortcut that I’d not noticed before, and it was that narrow, little pathway that led me into another street—what I soon discovered to be the right street.

I’d been wandering towards the pathway out when I found the street sign, and I realised it matched perfectly with the street name that I’d typed into my phone. I immediately stopped on the pavement, almost stumbling from the way my legs had been shaking so much, and stared around, my eyes scanning each house. The house numbers were enough to put me out a little, as they were far bigger than any I’d seen before, but upon glancing down at the screen of my phone once more, I was met with a realisation that actually made me almost fall over.

I was stood directly in front of my dad’s house.

It was absolutely huge, just like all houses seemed to be around here. My eyes studied every inch of the outside, widening in pure surprise. I supposed I’d not expected anything remotely like this, but now I was stood in front of this house that was probably around the same size as Zacky’s, with huge windows and big, wooden double doors at the front. Back in England, all the houses in my street were pretty close together, but the ones I’d seen since I’d been in California were so big that they had to be widely spread apart.

There was a brick walkway that led up to the house, surrounded by plants and a trail of lights that lit up the area. I took a couple of steps forward, my eyes studying absolutely everything single thing in sight. Whilst there seemed to be what looked like two garage doors to my right, in front of me were steps that led up to the front doorstep. Everything was so well lit-up that it almost felt like it wasn’t night time, but I then realised that most of the light was coming from inside the house, and shining through the huge windows and down onto the front of the house. And that gave me a pretty good indication that my dad—or somebody, at least—was inside.

A small part of me wanted to turn around and run away, as far away from the house as possible, though I knew that was just down to my nerves. I was only a few footsteps away from the steps that led up to the doorway, and I inhaled a deep breath, before forcing my legs forward and up them.

Again, I couldn’t help but stop and stare at my surroundings for a moment. The actual doorway itself was so big that it almost felt like a small room, and the double doors towered over me so much that it was actually somewhat intimidating. There wasn’t any glass in the wooden doors that I could peer through, but there was a huge, dome-shaped window situated right above it. I would, however, have needed a ladder to see through it.