Prisoner Of War • From Dusk til Dawn (Book 3)

I. MEJOR QUE LA MUERTE

|better than death|

I had made it back home, fortunately, but unfortunately, I had been kicked out of my college. Apparently taking off and not having a valid excuse will get me kicked out.

But my family was gracious with letting me back home, they had missed and had their own sort of P.T.S.D. with me just disappearing.

"Mom, do you need any help?" I ask as my mother works on thanksgiving dinner in the kitchen.

"Uh, no, sweetie," she says, obviously preoccupied and in most definite need of help.

"Are you sure? It looks like you-"

"Go, join your father, I'm fine," she interrupts me, putting the casserole into the oven.

I shuffle my way into the living room, listening to my father and all my family members scream at the TV at the ongoing game.

I walk to the door, grabbing my jacket, and walking out in our back yard. I go to sit on the swing, the cold air hitting me.

I swing back and forth until the door opened and Evan, my little brother, walks out, wearing his coat and taking the swing beside me.

"Hey," I say softly, looking at him.

"Hey," he speaks quietly, looking at the ground, "Alivia, where have you been?" He asks, swinging his legs back and forth.

"Where have I been?" I ask, "that's a difficult question," I chuckle, unbelievable with the true answer, "I don't even know, bud, I've just been lost,"

"Lost?" He asks, "why were you lost?"

"I wanted something, but it wasn't possible," I say, looking down, thinking of the conversation I had with Seth.

"What did you want?" He asks.

"Honestly, I don't even know myself," I say smiling down at him.

"Alivia!" My mom calls from inside the house, "someone's here to see you!"

"I'll be back," I say, standing up and patting his head as I walk inside.

"Quién es?" I ask, walking through the kitchen. ("who is it?")