Chapter 8: Back Home
Lyse’s heart sank as she pulled into the familiar street of her childhood home. She stopped her car about two houses away from the house in the hopes that she would be able to sneak in and not alert anyone who might be at home that she was around.
She not been back in the house since she had been sent away years ago and even after she returned she tried to distance herself from the place, the painful memories, and the people associated with it. But now, here she was, forced to return for a simple task: to pick up some documents that she had left behind.
She had already procrastinated for as long as she could but she knew that she would have to start job hunting soon and in order to do that she needed her documents which were unfortunately in that house.
James had already done enough for her but she was running out of funds and she would have to get a job soon or else she would be in serious trouble and thus she had been forced to come.
As she stepped out of the car and moved closer to the back of the house, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. The house looked smaller than she remembered, the garden overgrown with weeds. In the midst of all the well maintained mansions with their well manicured lawns, the house stuck out like a sore thumb.
She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. This was just a temporary detour, she reminded herself. She would be out of here as soon as she had what she needed and hopefully without anyone noticing.
Inside the house, the familiar scent of the her mother’s scented candles filled the air. She tried to ignore it, to focus on the task at hand. Thankfully her bedroom had been a broom closet so it was away from everyone’s rooms.
As soon as she opened the door of her room she was aghast at the sight before her, it looked like a tornado hit it. Every single thing was out of place and torn up or broken.
’This could have only been Brooke’s doing.’