Complicated

Chapter twenty two

Who the hell was banging my bedroom door at this ungodly hour? What if its Satan? I don't remember what sin I've committed for Satan to arrive at my doorstep...

I groaned, when my bedroom door was being practically banged.

I reluctantly peeled from my duvet and made my way to the door and opened it.

I could see nothing but a tall shadow in the dark hallway.

I turned the bed light on, to find... Dad?

"Dad?" I sounded confused.

"I'm so sorry to wake you up, Honeybunch. But we wanted to tell you that we'll be heading to the airport  now to pick up-" He bellowed.

"Okay. Bye."

I didn't ask why. I didn't give him a chance to talk further.

I straight away went to my bed and hid myself in the duvet, leaving my bedroom door open.

Waiting till my dad left, I got out of my room and headed to the other part of the floor, walked past the drawing room, finally reaching the room which I hadn't paid a visit in a long time.

The room of requirement. That's what I called it, getting inspired by Harry Potter.

I unlocked the door and turned on the light to find it completely changed.

There was a four poster bed in the middle of the room, a table beside the bed, a huge honeycomb like book rack filled with a lot of books, CDs and miniature models of robots, Lego men, cars and soldiers. In front of the bed, there was an LED TV perched on the wall, sound system and a gaming controller for Nintendo Wii. A typical teenage guy's room minus all the mess.

There was a walk-in closet and a bathroom on the other end of the room. Focussing onto the wall, there were pictures of a young boy with Mom and Dad.

There were many other pictures of the boy. He was the same boy from the picture I had with me.

He must be their son...and my step brother... I thought and sat on his bed, to find it so comforting.

Did Mom and Dad go to the airport to pick him up? Was he coming home?

Like always, there were no answers to any of my questions. The boy in all the pictures looked so adorable and naughty. That mischievousness radiated from his eyes and all of his smiles.

He looked just like Mom and his eyes were just the same as Dad's. His real eyes. His green eyes. 

Tears blurred my vision. I hastily wiped them on my shoulders and walked out of the room, not able to stay there even for a minute.

It wasn't the room of requirement anymore. It was my step brother's room. I had a feeling that he was coming home, after what seemed like ages. He was definitely coming home. Then why else will this room be transformed into something so organized and new-looking?

I went back to my room and started to join the dots.

Dad was constantly on calls. Mom was enthusiastic. They took a week off from work and god knows what they did at home. Probably they restored my step brother's room. They were probably cleaning that room.

So, from my conclusion, he was coming home.

All of a sudden? Why?
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I had cooped up in my bedroom, studying for my final exams, which was not at all around the corner.

After what felt like years, I decided to step out of my house for some fresh air.