gone

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"what the hell!" kara yelled, and I scolded her because of her choice of language.

"kendall, you can't just let him back into your life just like that like that! he left once, he's just going to leave again!"

"did you even think about how mom and dad are going to react to this!?" she yelled, continuing her rant. I wasn't going to stop her, she deserved to let it out.

she paused and took a deep breath before speaking again, only this time she was much calmer. "when is he coming back." she said slowly, looking down at the ground as if it was the only way to keep her from exploding.

"he said he'd come back when he's ready." I said, looking down at the floor.

"yeah, so he's not coming back. good job ken. good job." she said, applauding me with sarcasm.

"kara, I don't need to deal with this right now. he's back, and that's all that matters!" I said, raising my voice. I stood up and found myself placing my hands in my hair and pulling at it viscously.

"kendall! do you not understand that he's just going to hurt us all again!" she said, copying my actions, except instead of pulling at her hair, she crossed her hands over her chest.

at this point, I had finally had enough of her. I had never understood why we don't get along, I mean lijah and I got along just fine. so I walked out of her room (possibly slamming the door shut on the way out), and ran up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom. the coolest thing about being on the third floor was the fact that there could only be two large bedrooms, one of which belonged to you, and the other belonged to your brother. the third floor was divided into two rooms and a cozy little loft right where the staircase ended.

I walked into my room and instantly jumped on my bed, soon finding myself sprawled out across my white comforter. my room was like any teenage tumblr girls room: all black and white, with some white twinkle lights framing the ceiling, and black and white pictures hanging on the white walls in various locations.

it was very cozy to me, except for the fact that lijah had helped me decorate and arrange it.

my face was buried in my fluffy comforter when suddenly I heard the front door open and then close, followed by some footsteps.

"kara, we're home!" my mothers soft voice rang through my ears from downstairs.

instantly, I jumped up and ran down the sets of stairs, almost falling and breaking my neck at least three times. "mom!" I yelled when I finally reached her and nearly tackled her to the floor in a bone-crushing hug. "k-kendall? is that you? oh my god!" she said after hesitating to hug me back.

I then felt my father join in on the hug, and loud sobs escaping from both of their mouths. "dad." I said, hugging him with all of the strength I had in me.

after about five minutes of us just standing there, in the middle of the kitchen hugging and crying, we separated and made our way to the living room. I found my way over to my favorite big chair, the one closest to the window. it looked out the glass- window type wall and into the woods. don't know why, but the woods brought me some sense of comfort, so sometimes late at night when I couldn't sleep, I would come down here with a good book and a cozy blanket and just relax.

I turned my chair and found my parents sitting in the couch opposite to where I was sitting, looking at me. well that's not weird.. not at all. note my sarcasm.

"kendall.. I-I thought you were gone." my mother told me, placing one hand over her heart and the other over her mouth, looking down and beginning to cry into my fathers arms again. "mom, it's okay, I'm here now. don't worry, I'm not leaving." I reassured her. but it felt as if I was also reassuring myself, and not just my family.

would I be taken again?

(a/n- short chapter & I'm sorry but I'm going to try to make the next few a lot longer!!😊)