Intruder Inside My Soul (EDITED)

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Chapter 1

“Oh, my God! It can’t be! Holly shit!” My brother looked at me, shocked. His body has frozen except for his mouth, that always had been living its own life separate from his brain. He had never known how to shut up.

“Well, it’s me. But not for long if you don’t let me in. If you haven’t noticed, it’s kind of freezing outside.” I pushed past him with my bags. ”Oh, be so kind and pay for the taxi.” I smirked, hearing him curse.

“What’s all the racket.” My dad came out of the living room and froze before he crushed me into his arms.

“My baby girl,” he cries out. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”

I just melted into his hug and breathed in his scent, that reminded me of all the good memories from my childhood.

“I missed you too, dad. I missed you so much.” Hot tears fell over my cheeks on his flannel shirt.

“Oh, no, no, no. Baby, don’t cry. You are home now. Everything is going to be alright.” He pushed me back by my shoulders to look into my eyes.

“Sorry dad. I’m just so happy to be home.” I smiled at him, drying my eyes with my sleeve.

“Yeah, yeah. Now come on and hug your favorite person in the world.” My brother came back inside the house and I obliged, bringing my hands around his waist.

“I’m glad you are here," he mumbled into my hair.

“You must be hungry. We just made dinner. Come. I’ll get you a plate. Then you can take a shower and call the night. You must be tired,” dad said and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Give me that.” Alex took the bag from my hand and carried it to my old room. Meanwhile, I took off my coat and boots. I went into the living room. Nothing much has changes. There was still the same old gray couch, same old dining table in the corner. The TV was new. It was bigger than the one I remembered. I looked at the pictures on the fireplace’s edge and smiled. All of them showed the three of us. We were a happy family despite the rough life we had.

I grew up with my twin brother and dad, no mom. She left us when I was barely two years old. As I don’t remember her at all, I didn’t really miss her. Sometimes I just missed having a mother figure in the house, but that’s it. And then there was the fact that my dad was a criminal. He was in a gang. So I had to grow up with constant interruptions from police and around a bunch of scary looking men that would kill you without as much as blinking their eyes. But that only made me smile because I knew that all those men were like big teddy bears to me. They loved their little devil’s princess, as they used to call me.

Though they loved me and all, it didn’t help with boyfriends. They usually tried to warn me about wrong guys, but as I was never a good listener and ended up with a broken heart and those guys with some broken bones. After maybe fifth guy, they stopped asking me out, afraid that they would end up like the rest.

“I made a simple meatball soup. But I know you love it so...” Dad placed a bowl and a spoon on the table. I went and sat down.

“It’s perfect. I haven’t eaten a homemade meal in quite some time.” I smiled at him.

“I can see that. I bet you ate only at the fast-food restaurants. I mean, look at all the weight you’ve put on.” Alex sat down in a seat across from me.