My Achilles' Heel

Prologue: Welcome Home

" When the unwanted sorrows seem longer than a mile, your dear old family makes you smile" -P.D. is here

Harlyn

"Oh I missed you so much", I yelled into a fluffy white pillow on top of the fluffy king sized bed.

"Still an idiot", I heard a deep masculine voice from the corner of my room. Dean! Accustomed to the boarding school's rules, I shot up and stand there stiffly. He looked at me in confusion then giggled, "What did they do to my lil sister?? Turned her into a stiff soldier?"

I gave him a fake laugh, then he opened his arms wide letting me run towards him and jumped on my brother so hard that both of us fall on the ground. "OWW", both of us groaned.

We were helping each other up when a tall lanky boy came and hugs us both, squeezed us to death and put us down seconds later. "Harlyn!! You're here! With us! ..What happened to your hair 'Lava girl'?" He giggled.

I'm gasping for breath and so does Dean. "Miss you too Sammy, miss you too." hugging him gently. He's grown taller since the last time I saw him, wearing plaid as usual. He kept his chestnut hair longer that I could braid it. "Nah Sammy, she just wants to camouflage with the whole boxes laying down under the Christmas tree", Dean added, both of them laughed hysterically. The next thing I know, they pulled me towards the bed "come on tell us everything" Sam pleaded. "Did anybody lay a hand on you?" Asked Dean fuming. Before I could response, I was saved by the bell. "Kids! Dinner's ready!" Mom yelled.

Dean, looking happier than ever, even happier when I got home after two years, dashed downstairs.

"You go, I'll catch up" I ordered Sam. He gave me a peck on my cheek and walked out of my room.

Only God knows how it feels to be in this room, how different it was from my dorm room with my own. The 'swollen' floor caused by drainage problem on our floor level, the horrible smell from it lasted for about three and a half months. The things that I had to endure. And don't forget to be done with boarding school even though I'm already 19 this December. All my friends finished their foundations or A-levels on Mid year.

Everything is exactly where I left them except for food wrappers under my pillow. Dean. Who else could it be?
I wonder how much has changed since I left.

The plane from Connecticut to Chicago was long enough that I'm literally sweeping and swaying myself to the dining room where everyone has seated and theres only two seats left. "Ma, wheres pa?" Too tired to raise an eyebrow at her so I just sat down and start scooping the mashed potato. The smell of the food kept me awake. Oh how I missed mom's cooking. I sighed.

Sam and Dean looked at each other and lowered down their heads. "Outstation. Important job. Did Mrs. Froub say anything about the meatloaf that I gave her? Since it was your last day, I thought the meatloaf was a nice farewell meal and of course a 'Thank You' for looking out after my daughter", she said gracefully. Hoping that I didn't notice that she was trying to change the subject, "it's Christmas Eve mom, what else could be more important than his own family?", there's a hint of annoyance in my voice. She didn't respond. "And yes Mrs. Froub loved your meatloaf. Speaking of, why mom? I hate her. She's a bully." Finally I looked down to my laps while chewing.

"Your father will be back around twilight. And a bully deserved few rounds of spits and shots in their meatloaf.", she smirks and raised her glass. I winked and blow-kissed her from across the table. "Mother, such a 'Teresa'. Now that's my ma!", Dean shouted and threw fist bump in the air and Sam just laughed and shook his head.

The house that I grew up in is huge like a mansion but I wouldn't call it that because it's not that huge but almost. Is it just me or Dean has grown bigger and huge but still shorter than Sam. Not that he's not big before its just that... He looks meaner and scarier. In a good way I guess because I'm getting a piggyback ride from him to my room and he's started sweating "you're heavy like a mother trucker yknow? What'd they feed you in there? The whole cow per night? Jeez", slowing down his pace I can tell that he's tired. I smacked his head harder than I expected "Jeez, you talk to your mother with that mouth? Well I ain't gonna be lighter if you're on slow-motion mode". He dropped me off the floor and smirked. "OWW DEAN!!!", rubbing my lower back whilst giving him the death stare and all he said was "oops" sarcastically then walked away to his room which is far end left of the house, across my room. My room is facing the front yard and his the back yard. Sam's room is two doors away from Dean's. Practically my room is in the middle of their rooms. Just across my room is a spare room with a single bed for guest. As if we ever have one. Well except for our grandma from mother's side.

Sam is still in the kitchen, helping me with the dishes. He insisted that I go freshen up and rest in my room and moms gonna clean up the table. Muttering to myself "I'm halfway there" my eyelids about to close oh I'm too tired for this. So I just sat there, it feels like a mile to just go to my room.

I heard footsteps and figured it'll be mom's but suddenly a pair of hands grabbed my lower legs and rest the other hand on my lower neck, lifted me up and suddenly I was floating in the air. Felt like a baby once more.

The only person that would and could do this is either Pa or Sam. I thought to myself. For a second I didn't care, I just shut my eyes and let the person carry me to my bed because I was THAT tired.

The last thing I know, I was tucked in bed, felt a peck on my forehead and saw a glimpse of a tall lean back figure walking out of my room.

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A/N- i think i still need to work on my grammars! Sorry!

And again im still new at this! I want to know the response So please do comment and like!! xx