Searching For Home

Searching For Home

[A/N] Dear readers… This is a Girl x Girl story. If you’re not into that… then do not read. Fair Warning. Also I want this to have rated R parts but I intend to put them in a different story rated so. It will be called “Searching For Home Restricted Version” It will have chapters that… exceed the P-13 rating. P.S. Rose’s real name is Rozéil, pronounced Rose – L. A flower then a letter.

Love,

MidnightPleasures

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Rose’s Pov:

My scream rattled the damp air surrounding me, my body slamming up from its rest position. Jolting forward my hands came frantically to the bed beneath me, and then ran up and down the sides of my body, searching for any signs of the torture my mind came up with in middle of the night. A quick sigh shot out from my slightly parted lips as my search came up empty. Years later and they still haunted me, as if the actual moment wasn’t enough; I gave up on getting a real sleep when the first time, my new, nightmare surfaced. It didn’t just disturb my nights but also my days. A second didn’t go by without it on my mind.

Reaching blindly over to my right, I groped for my glasses, which happened to be helpfully on my nightstand, seeing as usually they find their way to some awkward place. My hand slid a crossed the cold wood surface and started to calm my overheated body. Finally placing my thick black rimmed glasses on my face the blurs became objects before me. Scanning the interior of my bedroom it became eerily apparent of my summer. What seemed to be dirty clothes, sat in a mountainous heap along the edge of my closet, spilling out, giving everyone a preview of what it appeared like inside. My art desk was a mine field, paintbrushes and swatches damp still from my previous actions the day before. My laptop sat staggeringly close to the end of my oversized king bed, with a history book perched on top, showing reminisce of my summer work for school.

“Even when out of school one must focus on school.” My teachers nasally voice echoed in my head.

Trying to calm myself down from my ever present dreams, a chill ran down my once sweaty–hot body.              Clambering down my bed I reluctantly glanced at my alarm clock to find it was four.

At least it is close to five, I thought sadly, pulling my black comforter off the wooden floor, I must have kicked it off in the night, and then proceeded to throw it on top of my once warm bed. Adjusting my oversized t-shirt, I pulled my messy red hair into a loose bun and rolled my shoulders in a preparing for a fight kind of way.

Trudging to my open door, my hand flicked out to turn on my overhead light and the glare blinded me for a moment as my hand came up to rub my closed eyes. A noise broke me from my fear of opening my eyes. Searching my treacherous room, my composure faltered as I realized it was my cell phone that was buzzing on my end table.

My feet carried my body as if on autopilot, I knew this act well; it was my aunt no doubt, calling to tell me she gets to come home for a few days… like always it will be cut short and she’ll be here for two-three days tops.

Not even stopping to look at the number, it’s new every time anyways, I slid the answer arrow on my phone.

“Ello, Aunt Cindy. How are you?” I jumped right in.

“Oh, I’m fine dear. Just finished up my tour with Ricky, called to let you know I’ll be home for a whole week this time. Isn’t that wonderful? A whole week!” She giggled, puffing out a sigh.