Adopted By The Hemmings (mgc)

Four

When the boys finished eating Luke turned to Luna asking, "Are you sure you don't want help Lu? The band stuff can wait for a few minutes."

"No, go work on that cover. I want to hear it when you're finished though." Luna shot him a quick reassuring smile. She didn't know why, but she wanted to do this alone.  At least for the first time. Luke glanced back at the boys, who were watching the conversation. He nodded facing his friend once more,

"Okay, but if you need help bringing stuff over just shoot me a message."

"Sure, yeah."

Luke looked her over once more before going with the boys up to his room. Letting out a sigh of relief Luna grabbed her keys from by the door. She trudged across the lawn to the black and grey house with the brick red door she had called home. With shaking hands she forced herself to open it and go inside. Looking around she half expected her dad to walk out of the kitchen with a joke ready to leave his mouth.

She kicked the door shut gently taking a few more steps inside. Everything was still in its place because why wouldn't it be? She made the decision to begin cleaning downstairs. It wasn't what she had planned, but she needed to do this. Walking to the kitchen she grabbed the trash bin and a few boxes that they had yet to recycle.

Robotically, she began throwing any food that could spoil in to the bin. Once that was done she began putting the nonperishables in the boxes, knowing that she wanted to donate a lot of stuff. Pulling the second box over, she began wondering where she would acquire more of them. Crawling onto the counter as best as she could, she began pulling all the dishes from the cabinet, before going in search for newspapers.

It took her an hour or so to finally pack away most of the kitchen. She walked into the living room and perched herself upon the  couch. Her phone pinged with a questioning message from Liz. She replied automatically that she was fine, and began looking around the room. What was she going to do with the furniture?

"I guess I could always find a storage unit. . .but that costs money Luna." She massaged her temples as she began talking to herself. She was going to have to get a job soon so she could afford one.

"That is the only logical solution." She nodded to herself as she took a breath and began making the trek upstairs to her room. She yanked on the strap of her suitcase at the top of her closet letting it fall to the floor. Throwing things inside while she worked on autopilot. She filled it to the brim before she had to go in search of another.

"Dad, I really hope you didn't put it up very high." Mumbling to herself she strolled into her parents' room. She began searching, but was unable to find one. Crawling under the bed and climbing on a chair to look in the closet. Letting out a frustrated scream before calling out,

"Dad! Where's the suitcase?" She crawled down from the chair moving to the doorway.

"Dad?" She tried again and again before reality smacked her in the face. The walls began to shake as her legs buckled underneath her; sobs tore through her body, ripping from her throat. She wrapped her arms around herself, clutching tightly to hold herself together. She knew where the suitcases were; she knew that they were with her parents.

As she sat there her sobs began to cease, tiring herself out. Her eyes were itchy and heavy, and she just wanted to sleep. She pulled herself onto her parents' bed, and curled up in the middle; closing her eyes she fell asleep.

Luna was woken by voices and shuffled movement. She rubbed her eyes before sitting up. Looking to the door apprehensively seeing someone moving boxes toward the stairs. Quickly crawling out of the bed she moved to the door hearing someone being scolded after a loud thud against the floor.