I ran to my parents' house's entrance with tears forming in my eyes. I didn't know what was happening and I won't probably know during the next few hours and I just couldn't keep on freaking out during this whole evening and night. I wanted to know. I had to know.
I heavily knocked on the door waiting impatiently for my mom or my sister or my brother or even my father to open the door. It felt like they were taking hours to open the door for me. Suddenly, the door was wide open and I was met with my mom's happy face until she noticed my almost watery eyes.
"Katheryn? What's going on? Did something happen to you? Come in." I stayed silent and got into the house that brought so many memories. So many beautiful memories of my childhood which I couldn't replace with something else
"Actually it's not about me..." Angela joined my mom in the living room along with dad. I just wanted to hug all of them but it wasn't the right time to do so, though I really needed a family hug because I was emotionally unstable
"Then who is it about?"
"It's about... it's about Orlando."
"What happened?" My dad asked looking pretty concerned. "Don't tell me you guys both argued before coming and he left you."
"No! That's not like that! He sent me a text message a few minutes ago saying that something bad happened to him and that he couldn't talk right now. I don't know what's going, I just want to know."
"Ow come here baby." My parents and Angela said all at the same time and I hugged all of them and tears started rolling down my cheeks
"Look feather everything is going to be okay. Trust me. When the timing is right, he will call you or text you, okay? Now just go change yourself. Dinner is almost ready."
I nodded my head, though I wasn't totally convinced. What if he's dead right now and I know nothing about it? What if he's hurt? What if the plane crashed? All of those questions came flooding my mind and made me paranoid.
"Let's go upstairs to your bedroom, I want to talk to you." Angela approached me while helping me carry my big black luggage. I nodded and followed her, still with a sad look but probably talking to my older sister will make me feel better since she knows pretty much everything and knows how to comfort someone. She's a legend big sister duh
I tip toed towards my bed and lied on it. It was the first time in ages that I finally get to find my old bedroom. My old bedroom posters. Everything stayed the same since the day I left Santa Barbara, my hometown, to go to Los Angeles to purchase my career.
Sometimes I wish I was just the old Katheryn Hudson that no one knew. I would walk those streets of Santa Barbara while singing without anyone annoying me 24/7. But I can't take away something I wished for as a little girl. It was a dream that became reality and I'm so grateful and thankful for it all.
Angela slowly and carefully closed the door, not trying to make any sound which was kind of weird as we were the only one upstairs and no one was sleeping I guess? But then I thought about Stella and probably Svend who was on a flight back home today so he must have been so tired.
"So?" I asked with a concerned look on my face as she sat next to me on the bed, crossed legs just like me and I waited for her to talk
"So, what happened exactly?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Orlando!" She said looking excited but I wasn't. It terrified me to even talk about. I didn't want to talk about it because I'm so heartbroken and freaking out right now that I just wanted to cradle up somewhere on my bed next to the window, listen to sad songs and forget about everything
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Fanfiction"if you think that I didn't think about you because you don't mean as much to me as everybody else; you're wrong, it's because you mean more to me." @moonlightkatyy || 2017
