Fresh & PJ NaJ

The man in the hallway

(Fresh PoV)
I woke up enveloped in Pj's warm embrace. Honestly, not much would have made waking up to his face more perfect... Except if there wasn't a trail of drool coming from Pj's mouth. Strangely, this sight didn't disgust me as much as one would expect. Perhaps that's just because it was Pj. I am almost certain that Pj could do anything and it would look adorable or hot. He tends to switch between the two, but nevertheless. I guess that's love. I love Pj. Pj loves me. God, I don't think that's something I'll get used to.

Regardless however much I would enjoy lazing in bed right now I still need to get ready as we are visiting my mum's house. I'm kinda terrified but also ecstatic at the thought of seeing my childhood home. Well, for the most part. As far as I am aware, my childhood spent at my mother's was incredible, at fathers, as you know, it was horrific, so I am not looking forward to visiting there. Perhaps I could just never visit there and I could do online work for school. No need to visit those torture chambers. Maybe that's not true. In some way I guess I'm looking for closure. In all honestly, I have to place a lot not trust in these people because I can't remember. I don't know if we had a tainted history of anything. If I remember it all I will no longer rely on strangers to tell me what happened in my life. I'll be the one telling tales of my past. Okay, explaining that made me seem paranoid but in a way my memories are my protection. The bad stuff tells me what not to do again, I'd rather not experience them once again. But the good stuff then tells me the purpose of my life and encourages me to continue on. A life without the good stuff leaves you with no reason to live and a life without bad stuff leaves you vulnerable. This got far too deep.

Moving on, I should wake up sleeping beauty, I suppose.
"Pj." I hissed, gently shaking him in a futile attempt to wake him. Of course, this was Pj, that didn't work. Deciding extreme methods were more suitable I snuggled under the quilt once more. Then with all my strength pushed Pj off the side of the bed. A delightful smile appeared on my face as I heard a loud bang, though I quickly hid it and pretended to be asleep. I heard Pj mumble some random nonsense, then I heard him stumbled to his feet. Now I decided was a convenient time to "wake up".

I gently fluttered my eyes open then in a groggy voice imitation asked why he was up, and complained it was too early. Obviously, he bought it and just said he was off to shower.

A few hours later we had both showered, dressed and were unfortunately now on the long car journey to my mum's old house.

Visiting my mother's house went how one would expect. I arrived, was welcomed inside and then passed out from an overload of memories. This is how I ended up passed out on the couch. Eventually, when I woke up, I had a look around, comparing how the house has changed. Obviously, the furniture was different as the new owners had clearly needed and wanted their own belongings to decorate the house. However, I was pleasantly surprised to find that most of the walls remained the same. The women had decided she rather enjoyed most of the wall paper and paint so chose to keep it. It was fairly similar so majority of not all of my memories had returned. It was surprisingly nice because it allowed me to recall precious moments with my mum. What I didn't know was that my mother's house was the house my parents shared as a younger kid, though my father always remained particularly distant.

Apparently, much to my dismay, my father lived nearby so Pj recommended we visited my father's house before heading home. By now it was around 6 o'clock and the sky was growing dark, which only added to the eerie atmosphere my father's house possessed. We gently pulled to a stop outside the building. It was displayed from the other houses and looked abandoned however it was obvious one day it had been a beautiful place. It was sort of disappointing the neglect the house had suffered caused it to call into ruin.

Just seeing the outside had me seeing memories, however they weren't so pleasant. However once we entered it wasn't the unpleasant memories scaring me it was the man standing in the hallway. Glaring menacingly at us.

Sorry for the cliff hanger. Bye Pups!
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