Chapter 5

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In the photo is Katerina's home.

After a long flight we finally got to Sweden. No one would wait for us but I expect some people to recognize me. I lived here for 20 years.
"Come. I asked my mom to live my car here some hours ago."
"Wait. Do you know how to drive?"
"I'm old. I know lot of stuff."
"Yeah but you can drive?"
"Yeah, God damn it!"
I said as I got to the car. My beautiful best car. The love of my life. My Ferrari 360 Modena. This car it's just amazing. Perfect for the long trip we will have. I usually could just run home but Stefan couldn't so I needed my beauty.
"Wow. That is you're car?"
"Yeah. I know. Is a beauty."
"It's just a dream old car."
"You bastard! My car isn't old at all."
"It looks so new... Just amazing. And I have the chance to go on a ride with it."
"Yeah. I took care of my baby and get cozy because it's a long way. And I drive like a beast. Now let's go. "

Nothing is more beautiful than a ride with my car. When we got to my luxurious home in the woods it was the best feeling. The feeling of home.

"Wow. This is huge!"
"This is home." I said with a huge true smile. I missed home. I missed my family.
"C'mon inside. It's more impressing in than out."

As I entered my mom got in my face.
"Kat!"
"Mom!" I said as I hugged her. "I missed you"
"I missed you too sweetie."
"Where are the twins and dad?"
"On hunt in town for food"
"Well you should tell them to get some human food."
"Oh, don't worry, we already have. "
"Well, that's awesome. Now can you please park my car."
"Yeah. But first, who is you're friend?"
"He is the reason I came back. He needed help back in America, because he have schizophrenia, his parents died and his adoptive parents done domestic violence. Then his father threaten me for kidnapping and I made my adoptive parents think I died in a car accident. So I got him here."
"Such a good girl you are. So he's gonna live with us. I'm sorry for him because of the twins."
"Don't even think. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt him."
"So you aren't gonna drink from him?"
"He let me drink from him. Not anyone else. I know how to stop."
"How do you say sweetie."
"Mom! I'm serious!"
"Sure."
"Ugh."

"What happened Kat?"
"Ugh, nothing. Just my mom."
"Ok then."
"Let's go to my bedroom."

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