The Return Home

Chapter 3

My eyes slowly opened to the soft light of the sun shining through the window behind my head. I turned my head looking around at my surroundings. I couldn't help the small panic attack when I forgot I wasn't in the motel anymore. I relaxed and smiled. I was grateful that Stiles and his father allowed me to stay here. I had just moved in late last night, and was so exhausted that I crashed as soon as I plopped on the bed, not giving myself time to change into something more comfortable or even take in what my new room looked like. It was a nice little guest room. The walls were painted a soft sea foam green, with a light wooden flooring to look like sand. The room was practically beached themed, which I actually enjoyed, because it made the room feel calm and relaxing. The dresser near the bathroom door was white with a large mirror right above it. There were several sea shells sitting on the dresser itself, some big, some small. The night stand was also white, matching the dresser and even the bed frame. The comforter matched the wall color while the sheets and pillow cases were a silky grey. The desk in the corner even matched the rest of the furniture. There was a small lamp on the desk. The lamp shade was white and there were seashells planted all around it.

I could lay here for hours just taking in all the details of this beautiful room, but my stomach was beginning to growl. I chuckled and sat up. I pulled the covers off and saw my shoes were still on. Wow Allie! I thought to myself. I decided since it was still morning I would at least change into something more comfortable. I kicked my shoes off and headed for the dresser, grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants and a dark blue t-shirt. I then went into the bathroom to change and put my hair up into a ponytail. As I walked into the bathroom I realized it was also beach themed. The wall color matched the bedroom, with the same light wood flooring. The counter top was even white like the furniture in the bedroom. The shower and bathtub were not conjoined. The bathtub looked more like a Jacuzzi and the shower looked as if 5 people could fit in there at one time. The bathroom and bedroom honestly looked like a master suite, just not as big.

After I changed, I put my hair up, but was suddenly interrupted by the sweet smell of bacon. I closed my eyes, taking in the lovely aroma. I quickly finished putting my hair up, and then practically sprinted out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, and out to the hallway, though once I got to the hallway I began walking. I walked to the fairly large staircase that led to the foyer and front door. I got to the bottom of the stairs, not sure which way was the kitchen, so I just tried to follow the scent of the bacon. The bacon scent came from a small hallway that lied along the staircase. I got to the end of the short hallway; it then led into two opposite directions. The small hall to the right led to what I assumed was the garage, because the hall led to a heavy door that had a dead bolt. To my left was an archway that led to the small open kitchen. Sitting at the counter was no other than Stiles, stuffing his face with bacon and a few toaster strudels. What a weirdo, I thought. Stiles suddenly noticed me standing there, staring at him and he about dropped his orange juice, obviously startled. I chuckled, shaking my head and began walking towards him. He finished swallowing his orange juice, then reaching for more bacon. "You scared the hell out of me! You know that right?" He asked, with a mouthful of bacon. I rolled my eyes. "Good!" I said, grinning. He shook his head and went back to stuffing his face. "That's what you get for eating bacon and toaster strudels without me!" I accused, giving him the stink eye. "I just figured you could cook for yourself!" He explained, with an evil grin. My jaw dropped; shocked he would even say that. "Alrighty then!" I said as I stood up. "Can I make bacon and toaster strudels for myself then?" A devilish grin formed on his face. "Nope!" He said. I gave him a confused look. "Why not?" I asked. He gave me an innocent sort of look. "I cooked it all!" My jaw dropped. "Seriously? You cooked all that food for yourself?" I asked. He didn't answer at first so I turned to face the kitchen to find something else to make. Then I heard him reply. "Nope!" He repeated. My jaw dropped. "What?" I asked as I turned to face him. I then saw a new plate with slices of bacon and a couple of toaster strudels on it. I glanced at Stiles, seeing his devilish grin had returned. I walked over and sat down at the table. "I hate you!" I said, giving him the stink eye. He chuckled. "No you don't!" I cocked my head to the side. "I do right now!" He just chuckled and went back to stuffing his face. "So how do you like your room?" He asked. I swallowed quickly before smiling at him. "I love it! It's absolutely beautiful! Sea foam green is my favorite color!" I replied. He smiled. "That was my mother's office. She loved the ocean! Sea foam green was her favorite color too." He said, looking down. I froze at his words. We sat quietly for a few moments, and I could tell Stiles' mind was elsewhere, so I decided to bring him back to reality. "Stiles?" I asked. He slowly looked up at me and I could tell he was about to explain what happened to his mother. "Stiles! Don't talk about it if you don't want too! I'm not going to force you! I would never do that to you!" I reassured him. A soft smile appeared on his face. "Thank you for understanding, but I want to tell you. I don't know, I think your company makes me feel like its ok to talk about it." He said. I couldn't help but smile at his sweet words. He returned the smile before continuing. "My mother past away back in 2004 from Frontotemporal Dementia. It's when areas of your brain begin to shrink." He explained. I wanted to speak but nothing came out. "I was with my mother when she died. I was only 8." He added. I sat quiet for a moment. "Stiles, I'm so..." I said before he cut me off. "Don't be sorry. She's better off, and I'm sure she's happy, because she doesn't have to suffer anymore. Yeah I miss her, a lot, but I'd rather her not be sick anymore, than suffering here with my dad and I." He explained. Since he wouldn't let me say my condolences, I started slowly moving my hand to his hand that lied on the table. I wrapped my hand in his, and I noticed a smile on his face.