A twisted Kind of Love

1- Coming Home

I stretched and the white crop top I was wearing rose showing my light olive skin. It was hot out so I wore my long curly black hair up in a high bun. Lifting the last cardboard box from the trunk of my car, I made my way up the steps towards my parents house.

Finally, after 4 year I had finally graduated at 21 from The Royal College of Art in London. To me that was a huge accomplishment, especially graduating at the top of my class hell yeah I was on a roll.

So here I was coming back to Mercer Island, Washington. The plan was to stay with my parents until I found a place, but knowing my mama she's not letting her baby girl go anytime soon. And honestly I was thankful for that. At least I knew I always had somewhere to go.

Opening the screen door to the house, I pushed the inner door open, and nearly stumbled as it gave way beneath my fingers quicker than I had expected. Nothing hadn't really changed since I been away from home.

My parents Maria and Richard had kept everything the same, the grey fabric couches, the nik naks that sat on the end tables on the side of couches. The glass little horses and kids playing golf and tennis. Stepping into my parents house was like taking a whirlwind ride on a time machine. It was refreshing, to know that no matter what I could come back to something I was comfortable with.

Walking through the living room with a box in my hands. I made my way up the stairs and then down the hall to the purple and white door of my childhood bedroom. Kicking open the door I flinched when it hit the wall hoping my mother or father wouldn't hear it. Walking over to my queen size bed I dropped the box on the floor. Looking around, everything was still the same, the purple and white covers on my queen size bed. The wide dresser across from my bed that had pictures of my best high school years on it. The tall dresser that stood in the corner and held up my large flat screen T.V. The large window was half covered by the purple silk blacked out curtains that hung over it.

I decorated my room myself, and I loved every moment of it. The unique pictures of friends and families on my walls. I had my own walk in closet filled with clothes, i'm sure I probably could still fit, and my own bathroom, every teen girls dream.

I walked around for a bit, just admiring the pictures on the wall. Then I walked to the bathroom, pushed the door open and turned on the light. It looked just like I remembered it. Medium sized with a bathtub and a glass sliding door. Purple floor mats and purple and white wall tiles. Yes, purple was my favorite color. I even dyed my hair purple once; my mother was pissed. The smell of bleach and lavender filled my nose. My mother must have cleaned it up for me and I couldn't help but smile.

I looked into the wide three door mirror above the sink and frowned slightly at the tired look in my large brown eyes. I was tired as hell, but anyone would be tired if they had to travel just as much as I had.

I brushed the few loose curls that had fell around my face behind my ears. I let out a sigh then walked out of the bathroom and collapsed on my bed. I closed my eyes just to relax for a moment, but before I knew it I was drifting off into dream land.

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"Amelia sweetheart wake up." My mother called me. Sitting up, I stretched and saw my mother standing at the door. Her short curly black hair hung by her ears and she wore a thin blue house dress, it was close enough to her body that you could tell she had a figure. My mother was Brazilian so that's where I got my skin tone from and she had a beautiful curvy body that my father just couldn't keep his hands off of.

"Hey mama." I smiled and wiped the sleep from my eyes.

"You slept the day away baby girl, it's 8pm"

I looked at the clock on my bedside dresser and my mother was right it was 8pm. "Damn" I said to myself.

Mama just shrugged and turned to walk away "Dinners done, come eat!" She yelled back and I chuckled.