A new start. (Jacksepticeye)

Molly.

"Erin, time to get up. 10:30, gotta fight the jet lag, Sweet pea." Dad says rubbing my back.

"Five more minutes." I mumble, burrowing my head into my pillow.

"Nope, come on. We'll go get some breakfast." He says pulling the blanket from over my head.

I look into his blue eyes and almost childlike smile and give in. I sit up knowing I look like death because that's how I feel.

"That it. C'you be ready in 20?" Dad asks standing up.

"Yes." I say, my brain wanting to say 'yes sir' even though I hadn't used sir in over a year. I drag myself out of bed and over to my suitcase. I pull out a pair of jeans and my Jack hoodie.

I take my clothes and my toiletries bag to the bathroom, but before I can go in Mom pipes up," you might want a short sleeve shirt for once the morning nip wears off."

"Wight were not in Wondon anymore." Dad adds coming out of the bathroom with his toothbrush still in his mouth.

Mom and I both laugh and shake our heads. "Ok, so how warm is it out?"

"24 (about 75*f for my fellow Americans), I think it was last I checked."

"We're really not in London anymore." I laugh. I go back to my suitcase and grab one of the two short sleeve shirts I brought. And then head back to the bathroom. Dad's done, I asked.

I take a quick shower and towel dry my hair before brushing and pulling it back. I put on my short sleeve shirt and jeans, tucking my shirt in loosely. I pull on my hoodie my small frame still feeling cold. I finish getting ready and put all my things back in the bag before joining Mom and Dad in that room.

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We all went out to brunch. It's was nice. We got recognized of course, in this family it's hard to go anywhere without getting recognized, everyone was really sweet and gave us space after the initial shock.

After lunch we went back to the hotel and I laid down for a nap. I slept for a few hours before I needed to get up again. I rebrushed my hair and added a spray a perfume before heading down for our Uber.

The drive was quiet with Dad talking to the driver every once in a while. After about 20 minutes of anxiety and nerves, the car stops outside a one story white house. Just then I get a text from Tom

Tom: I'm about to go to bed. Hope everything's going well. Smile, anyone would remember your gorgeous smile.

Alright, I can do this. It's been two years not 20.
But she's fine through a lot since then.
She'll remember. She will. I give myself a pep talk.

We all get out and head up the worn, stone path. We get up to the door and read the paper on the inside of the screen door; Please come in quietly, there might be a baby sleeping.

I smile at the message. And follow Mom and Dad as they slip in as quietly as we can. Inside we can hear a young girl's voice in a room to the right. It sounds like she's reading something.

Then footstep come around the corner, a woman who looks to be in her 40s. She's a small framed woman with long strawberry blond hair in two braids draped over her shoulders.

"You must be The McLaughlins," she says extending her hand, first to Dad, then Mom, and then me," I'm Bella Johnson. You can call me Bella." She looks around briefly and then smiles girlishly. "You want to see Molly, don't you?"

*YESS! what kind of question is that?* my thoughts scream. I smile and nod slightly.

"That would be lovely." Mom says.

"Right this way," Bella leads us into that room to the right where we heard the voice when we can't in. "Molly, there are guest here to see y-"

"ERIN!" Came a yell of shock followed by a gasp. The girl stops reading and I see the other girls exchange looks and whispers. In an instant she was in my arms, knocking me off my feet. I don't care, I hold tight to her finally getting to see her makes all my worries vanish.

"Molly." I breath, tears falling from my eyes into her dark brown hair. We sit for a minutes, crying and just being. I lean back a little, separating her hair out of her face with my hands, to get a look at her face; beautiful as even.