TORN BETWEEN TWO WORLDS

Chapter 4: Finally my own home

Arthurs note: So guys... I know I have been pathetic at all this! But I am back now, ready to finish this book! I have so much ideas. I hope you bear with me. So here goes the fourth chapter! Will be updating weekly from now on😊Lets dive in shall we?

It was my fifth day of imprisonment. I was sweating, from the anxiety, and the restless nights. How heartless could people get! I mean literally, they just woke up one day and thought "let's go make a family sad by kidnapping their child, and hold her hostage and yada yada......" It was airless and hot in the room. My isolation sharply amplified every single day, and all the tiny sensations that I would not otherwise have noticed. I was afraid. Afraid of what they were going to do to me, to Meg, to my Dad, nanny! At the same time troubled by unpleasant fantasies about what was going to happen to me after this. Were they going to kill me? Dispose me? I detested this helplessness and no matter how hard I tried to concentrate on something else, fear came trickling out. It hovered like a cloud of gas around me, threatening to penetrate my pores and poison me. I discovered that the most effective method of keeping the fear at bay was to fantasize about something that gave me a feeling of strength. Hope! That I would finally be out of this hell hole!

"I can't believe we are finally at our own place!" Meg shrieks with her hands placed on her hips as she scans through the room. We went to say our goodbyes to Dad and Talia, which all ended with tears and a whole box of tissue, mainly used by Talia. 'Who am I kidding I cried all the way through'. I mean this has been my home since birth and now, despite the fact that I am twenty minutes away, it still feels sad leaving. I had to convince Talia that I would be visiting every time I can, and she finally calm down. We also went to Meg's home to pick up her stuff, and say goodbye to her parents, as they went through a whole list of how we should take care of ourselves, not let boys in, be safe, and all those crap we all know about, but are just said for special emphasis.

We got some help putting some things in my car, and the rest were to be delivered by the movers. Meg and I both agreed it would be best to experience every single moment of moving out, so all the unpacking, and moving stuff around was to be done by us, and not the movers. I called Jace, since I promised I would, and he offered to come help us out. 'I just couldn't say no!' I mean, have you seen the guy? Plus, we could really use some help around. On top of that, we had Trevor, who just couldn't say no to Meg, so yeah I think we can do this. 'The more the merrier, right?'

The doorbell rang and we both assumed the guys had just arrived. Meg gets the door, and Trevor walks in first, holding a gift bag. He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of denim skinny jeans, and denim jacket on top of his white shirt. Meg gave him a warm hug as he walked in, waves at me, and placed the gift bag on the counter.

A minute later Jace walks in, embracing Meghan. He walks in dressed in black skinny jeans and a white shirt, with a leather jacket on top of his white shirt. 'Dress code? Ha-ha' He says hi to me and heads over to introduce himself to Trevor, while placing his gift bag on the counter. Meg calls for our attention, and briefs the guys on what goes where. We all begin our work, most of it spent laughing since the guys were quite confused on what goes where

"Come on guys, what don't you get? Plates here, Amelia's boxes to this room, and mine to the other jeez!!" Meg nags, and sometimes I have to say I think she has OCD, but she won't agree to it. I mean literally, what's wrong with having this slightly away from where she wants it? But thanks to her, I think this house will always be in order.