Heavenly Darkness (Sebastian x Angel!Reader)

Home?

*Y/N's POV*

I made it out of the town safely without having anyone seeing me. Just beyond the small hill that leads down to get out of town is my home err house? I don't live there anymore, I've lived with Will ever since I became an angel and he's become my parental figure. Will's house is my home now and I don't want that to change.

Continuing down hill, I wondered if my actual parents are home as I tried to recall their daily schedules. Mom may be home, I'm fairly certain, and dad is probably at his business.

Looking though the trees, my house became visible from the fairly far distance that I'm at.

Should I do this? Let my human life memories return to me? Will that make me weak with emotion? Will the demon come for me when I'm in that emotional state?

Regardless of the thoughts I'm having, I carried on walking and made it to the front of my former home. Everything looks the same, which isn't surprising as I became an angel only two months ago. The paint still looks new as well as the shingles on the roof even though no work has been done for quite awhile. Even though my family's status is a step above the average commoner, we never wanted to live in a mansion in the outskirts of town. A large fancy house suited us and our status.

I can already tell no one is home as the buggy is gone and no lights are on as far as I see.
Dang it! That means the door is locked!

Going up the stairs to the porch, I remembered all the times I would run up and down them when I was a child. Never caring if I fell on the concrete and scraped my knee or if mother told me to be careful countless times.

Looking back on it, I may have been the troublemaker child. I would run with my imagination and give in to my curiosity without thinking of consequences. No other kids wanted to be around me as they feared my restlessness for fun would get them in trouble too. I was always be in timeouts but wouldn't mind it as I would be left alone in my own mind finding new ways of fun.

As more memories come back to me, the more I want to get inside. I grabbed the doorknob and turned but there was no budge. Not surprising. Should I break in?

"The window!" I know there's a window on the left side that's loose. I'm not sure if my parents know it or not, but it never really locks. I got off the porch and walked though the grass to get to the window. I curled my fingers under the bottom frame and lifted. It opened with no struggle.

It's amusing how no one bothered to find and fix this.

I climbed through the living room window and stood where my feet landed. It feels like nostalgia trapped me and I'm forced to stay in this spot. More of my childhood came back to me as I examined the never changed room. The dark brown leather couches that we laid on during movie nights and the very vintage carpet that I spilled my juice on during one of the movies. Even though the quality of the film wasn't the best as that's the first invention of a television, I was always grateful that my family could have the best things while having each other to enjoy them.

Even though we could have the best things, my mom always wanted us to stick to a budget and wanted to make sure I didn't grow up spoiled. That is why I got a job at the clothing store: to know what it's like to earn money and to be responsible.

I carried on to different rooms of the house: the kitchen, dinning room, bathroom, the studies, everything that was on the first floor. The entire house has the same color theme that matches the outside so all the rooms have tones ranging from dark brown to tan, all expect my room.

My room is the room I chose when I was five and moved out of my parents' room, it's on the second floor in the far back corner.

Should I go straight to it?
Should I examine other rooms?