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Let Me Be Your Home 1
I sat in a small, local diner. For a weekday, it was busier than I was used to seeing. It was a small town so I figured everyone here was familiar with one other. A tight knit community that reminded me of Stars Hollow.I glanced around, sipping on my chocolate milkshake. I looked at the people surrounding me.I found it interesting to take note of the people around me, to wonder who they were and make up stories about their lives. My life was one big and meaningless disappointment. It made it much more appealing to pay more attention to others, rather than focus on myself.A mother sat with her son, he looked to be around the age of nine or ten. She was smiling down at her son, pure adoration in her eyes. The boy was a mess, frankly. He had ketchup on the corners of his mouth. His burger fell apart in his hands, his chocolate shake dripping down onto his white t-shirt. Still, his mother smiled and helped him hold onto the burger. She hardly paid note to the mess the boy was making.A
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I sat in a local pub. I didn't know when I'd leave this quaint little town but it was nice to have the stability of being in one place, even just for a little while. I wrote in my notebook - it was a brown leather-cover journal that I had owned for as long as I could remember. It was the one item I've kept from the first "home" I could remember.I needed to get a handle on my finance-situation. I mainly lived off purloined credit cards or the scarce amount of cash I had saved up over the years doing minor jobs. I needed to be careful.When I could manage, I'd eat from soup kitchens. Theft was not beyond me. Nothing major; clothes, sometimes books.Conspicuously, my way of life was not entirely stable or safe- or noble, at all but sometimes, you do what you can to get by. Many would object to that statement but if it was what I needed to tell myself, so be it.I downed my cocktail, motioning for the bartender to mix me another.This was not a luxury I could afford.I clicked my tongue,
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It was nearing one am. The town was soundless and vacant, not a soul to be seen. It was silent enough for crickets to be heard. Oddly enough, I liked the quiet of it all. Taking a shortcut through an alley, I pulled my hood over my head. My hands were stuffed in my hoodie's pockets. The chilly breeze pricked my skin, making the tip of my nose feel numb.I halted in my tracks. Further down the alley, near some trashcans, I noticed the silhouette of a figure. The street lights caused their shadow to tower over me on the bricks walls.I sighed deeply as I walked over, stopping in front of Phil.He was tall and lanky with a boy-band-singer vibe to his look. Soft doe eyes, brown hair parted in the middle - very 90's Leonardo DiCaprio of him. His looks were deceiving. Phil was reckless with a short temper, careless to the bone and someone whose bad side you did not want to meet.His lip tugged upwards in a sickly-sweet smirk. His eyes were filled with sin and sorrow - sorrow that you would
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I'm on the ground.I fell back, my head hitting the brick wall. I grunted in pain; my skull felt like it was about to shatter.Slowly, my eyes flickered open. My arm that I had fallen onto was throbbing in pain but I was confused. My body wasn't raging with pain, not the type of pain a bullet would surely feel like.I pushed myself so I was sitting up.A tall, broad and muscular figure shoved Henry back. Derrick charged towards the figure but stopped. The man was swift and quick to pull out a gun of his own, pointing it at Derrick. Everyone froze.Keeping his gun pointed at Derrick, he bent down to grab Henry's gun that was now lying on the cement.I squinted my eyes in the darkness, trying to grasp who this person was. My vision started to spot with black dots, the world starting to spin.I blacked out.-When I opened my eyes again, my head was pounding. My brain felt like it was hemorrhaging and on the verge of exploding completely. Clutching my head, I sat up and tried to make sen
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When I woke the next morning, my entire body felt achy and sore. My head throbbed lightly. The sun seeping through the blinds made my eye sockets hurt.I didn't want to get out of the large bed that was far more comfortable than the motel bed I was used to. When I checked the time, it was nearing 12 in the afternoon. Considering I was in someone else's home, it would be rude of me to sleep in any further than I already had.If I was back in my motel room, I would sleep in until at least 5pm. I really didn't have much else to do. And the extra sleep was probably needed.When I went to the bathroom, I almost winced at the sight of myself. My hair was a tangled birds nest, my eye bags were heavy and darker than normal. My skin looked pale and flush. Essentially, I looked like a walking corpse with a blue bandaid on the side of my forehead.I tried to tame as much of my hair as I could before washing my face and helping myself to the mouthwash sitting on the counter. I navigated my way th
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"Excuse me-ma'am." A knocking sounded on the motel room door. "Anyone in there?"I froze. My eyes were trained on the pillow that was sitting on top of my come. The knocking continued."Miss, there's a package here for you."This could be a trap.The knocking continued for a few more seconds before the young man muttered something I couldn't here. He grunted. "It's by the door. If someone takes it, it's not my fault."I heard his footsteps grow distant. I waited a few minutes to make sure he was gone before finally exhaling and walking to the door. I grabbed the box, quickly, shutting and locking the door behind me.I brought the box over to the bed, setting it down. I debated whether to open it for what felt like an hour. When my head started opening, I ripped the box open. Curiosity had gotten the best of me.What the hell?Inside the box was a watch and glasses. I took the folded piece of paper that sat on top.Small town, one local motel. It was too easy to find you, princess. You
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DEAN'S POV"This new girl-are you two friends?" Ben watched me curiously as he slid a smoothie towards me.Ben and his wife were the closest thing I had to parents. I had known them since I was a little boy. They always treated me like I was one of there own- especially after the death of my mother. My father grew distant after that, until he remarried and left anyways.I slowly sipped on my smoothie. "I don't know. I doubt she would consider us friends." I laughed at the thought of Elettra calling me a friend. I could already imagine the look on her face-she would look repulsed.Ben paused thoughtfully. "She's a nice young lady, Dean. I quite like her."I couldn't help laughing. Of course the side of herself that she showed Ben was the polite, cordial side- the one that wasn't really her. She could be nice if she wanted to. It didn't seem like she wanted to very often, not with me at least."Yeah," I murmured, grinning faintly. "She's-something."Something-that she was. She was stron
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I sat on a park bench, waiting for Dex. This was the instruction that Sylas had added at the end of his note.I wasn't scared.I felt like I should be considering he was-apparently-a big drug lord, Mafia boss, whatever you want to call him.But I wasn't afraid. The lack of fear almost made me feel like I must be psychotic, sociopathic, something.From the corner of my eye, I saw a man walking in my direction. Subtly, I pressed the button on the side of the watch to start the recording. I didn't know what this was for but it wasn't my spot to ask questions. I was just fulfilling the favour I owed.Surely Sylas wouldn't send me to walk right into my own coffin.I'm not sure how much I would care if he did.A very tall, broad shouldered and muscular man approached me. I could see tattoos around his neck and running past the sleeve of his jacket, onto the back of his hand. He was sleek, an aura of paramountcy around him. His eyes were chartreuse green; bright and glistening as the sunligh
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It was a cool autumn night, the wind blowing on our faces as we walked down a vacant street. This late at night, it felt like we were the only people in town. I liked the peacefulness of it. Hot chocolate in our hands, our other hands intertwined and swinging with each step we took.I leaned into Dean's side, his body-heat radiating onto me."I suggest a turtle or something." Dean cocked his head towards me, grinning. "A dog is so cliched. Although, maybe we could get both.""A turtle." I hummed. "That's not a bad idea-but can you buy sea horses here?"Dean let out a breathy chuckle. "Sea horses? You want sea horses as a pet?"I shrugged softly. I peered at him. His eyes held the same warmth I should have been used to my now. Still, looking at him made my heart swell. "What? Wouldn't that be cool though? How many houses can you walk into, to see an aquarium of sea horses?"Dean sipped his hot chocolate, licking his lips. "We may as well buy a couple jelly fish. No?"I quirked an eyebr
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LAST CHAPTER It was a cool autumn night, the wind blowing on our faces as we walked down a vacant street. This late at night, it felt like we were the only people in town. I liked the peacefulness of it. Hot chocolate in our hands, our other hands intertwined and swinging with each step we took. I leaned into Dean's side, his body-heat radiating onto me. "I suggest a turtle or something." Dean cocked his head towards me, grinning. "A dog is so cliched. Although, maybe we could get both." "A turtle." I hummed. "That's not a bad idea-but can you buy sea horses here?" Dean let out a breathy chuckle. "Sea horses? You want sea horses as a pet?" I shrugged softly. I peered at him. His eyes held the same warmth I should have been used to my now. Still, looking at him made my heart swell. "What? Wouldn't that be cool though? How many houses can you walk into, to see an aquarium of sea horses?" Dean sipped his hot chocolate, licking his lips. "We may as well buy a couple jelly fish. No?"
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6 Years LaterI found my reason. I found that bizarre reason I was still breathing and alive on this terrible planet.That reason was Dean.Dean changed my mind.I do believe in love.Love is feeling that first pull towards someone you probably thought you wouldn't like.I raised an eyebrow, my face straight. "Would you be talking to me?"He glanced from side to side before his eyes settled on me once again. "Is there anyone else in the proximity?"I pulled my hood off my head. I couldn't help narrowing my eyes. "Then clearly I look more inviting than I thought because I didn't know I was talking to you."It's the choice of commitment-to continuously make it work. It's knowing almost everything about them without them having to show or tell. Love is remembering and noticing the tiniest details about them."The feeling of love is not having to act crazy over them to know you're indeed in love. It's risking your happiness for theirs. It's something that will save you from your depressio
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I was furiously shoving the few belongings I had into my suitcase.I needed to get out of here.Like, now.My mind was spinning, my chest was aching-everything just sucked.God, I am so sick and tired of this stupidly unfair and cruel world.A rapid knocking on the door made me freeze. I blinked.A whole minute later, the knocking didn't stop. I pulled my gun out from under the pillow before cautiously, walking over to the door. I looked through the peephole. It was Dean.Wait.Dean?What the hell is he doing here?How did he even find me?My mind swirled with thoughts and questions, half of which were probably insignificant. My heart was racing. I was frozen in spot, frantic and unsure. Do I open the door? Do I pretend I'm not here?"Elettra, I know you're in there!" Dean's loud voice was slightly muffled through the door.I gritted my teeth, fury taking over every other emotion I was feeling. I swung the door open while shoving the gun into the waistband of my jeans."What do you wa
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DEAN'S POV"Dean."I glanced at Ben, giving him a questioning look. He motioned for me to come over."What's up?" I leaned against the counter.He paused for a moment. "You were with a girl," he noted. He was missing his usual playful, teasing tone.I laughed awkwardly. "Uh-yes, that's right. I was."He pursed his lips in thought. He looked far too intrigued by the counter he was wiping down. "Was it a date?"He didn't seem-happy. That was usual. He was the one eager for me to find a wife. He was the one always encouraging me to start dating.I cocked my head to the side. "It was. I met her at the library the other day. We started talking, she was nice so I-I suggested lunch. Her name's Isabelle."I smiled faintly. Isabelle had just left, right before Ben called me over. It was a-fairly decent date, I suppose.Ben peered at me in thought, his eyes slightly squinted. There was something he was not telling me, I could see it on his face. My smile vanished, I stood up straight. "What is
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I could feel nothing but conflicted and confused. It was surrounding me like an ocean of water, slowly bringing me further and further under the surface. I couldn't think straight.Days had passed since the night of the party. An acumen behind my perplexity was the loss of why I was still in this town. There was nothing here for me. Under usual circumstances, I would have already moved on to the next best place. No friends, no family, no house, no possible opportunity to win the lottery-so what was holding me back from leaving?Honestly, I didn't really need to ask myself that question.Although, not leaving this town wasn't the only thing taking my mind for a spin. Dean hadn't spoken to me since the party. When I woke up the next morning with my skull feeling as if it were being pierced repeatedly, he was gone. He had left a note saying he had to meet a friend.I woke up in his bed and he left me a goddamn note.The party itself was mostly a blur.I hadn't seen Dean around anywhere-b
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"You and Callaway's boy have become good friends, huh?" Ben looked at me with a quirked eyebrow as he handed me my usual chocolate shake.I smiled faintly, shrugging. "Dean-I guess so. A little." Most of the time he would just join me without invitation.But he had asked me to stay.That made me rivet with anxiety and dread.I didn't want to care about Dean.Everyone I had ever cared about had left me."He's a good kid," Ben continued. "Hasn't taken much interest in a girl since high school."I smiled politely, watching as he walked off. My stomach was twisting so much I could hardly look at my chocolate shake. I sighed, pulling my hood over my head. Talking about Dean was not helping my already conflicted mind."It's a Friday night-should I be surprised that you're spending it sitting here, sipping a chocolate shake?"I closed my eyes as Dean sat down beside me. I could feel the warmth radiating off his body. I could smell his woodsy smell. Cedarwood, cypress and pine."Boring town.
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I was giggling like a school girl. "Phil, stop it!"Phil tickled my sides, hovering over me as I squirmed around on the bed. He stopped, looking down at me with mischief in his eyes.I regained my breath, shoving him lightly. "You're not allowed to take advantage of my ticklishness."Phil only smiled. His eyes glinted. He reached a hand up, brushing hair away from my face. "Ellie, you are the most adorable sight I have ever seen."I quirked an eyebrow. "You've hardly seen any sights, Phil."Phil rolled his eyes, jumping into bed beside me. He wrapped his arms around me in such a protective manner, it made my stomach flutter. He pulled me closer into his chest. "If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?"I traced circles over his shirt, on his chest, with my finger. "Hmm. I'd go to space."Phil glanced down at me, his eyebrows raising. "Space? What would you possibly do up there?"I shrugged lightly, leaning my head into his chest. "I'd float. I'd be free."Phil kissed
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All night, I tossed and turned-and this time, it was not because of the springy motel mattress that usually kept me up."You said you leave when there's nothing left for you to do. So-what if I gave you a reason to stay?"Dean's words rang in my head like a broken record. I didn't know how to make it stop. I hadn't even given him a proper response."You said you leave when there's nothing left for you to do. So-what if I gave you a reason to stay?"It felt like there was a lump lodged into my throat. I gnawed on my bottom lip, suddenly feeling very squeamish. Nobody had ever once cared what I did or where I went. Nobody had ever wanted me-wanted me to stay, for them."Things are-" I exhaled sharply. "Things are more complicated than that, Dean."Dean shook his head, as if he were refusing to listen to what I had to say."You haven't stuck in one place since you were twelve. Just give it a chance, Elettra."I inhaled sharply. My lungs felt like they were throbbing in pain. My entire che
