Homecoming by Omnia Vanitas

Prologue


August 31st


The only sounds that filled the room came from the crickets hanging around outside of her open window. Summer was coming to a close but the air conditioning had stopped working the night before. Her shirt clung to her sweat soaked body as she laid with him on her twin-sized bed. The blankets had been tossed over the end of the bed.

"I think that we should skip school tomorrow and go out to the old barn at my grandparent's farm. You shouldn't have to spend your eighteenth birthday in school. What do you think?" she murmured into his check. "They're out of town for the week, so we'll be all alone."

A chuckle rumbled his chest. "I think that they would miss you on the first day. Especially Mr. Howe."

She crinkled her nose in disgust at the mention of the teacher she'd had the year before for AP U.S. History as well as AP Government in the upcoming school year. He had taken a liking to her. "You know that you're the only one for me," she replied, climbing up to straddle his waist in an innocent way that only she could pull off.

"Cheesy girl." He pulled her down for a chaste kiss. A knock on the door broke them apart. She looked up at the door. "It's time to go to bed," her mother said quietly, as to not wake up her father down the hall.

She pouted but rolled off of him. "I'll see you tomorrow. Are you sure you don't want to go out to the barn?" she questioned, holding up his boots for him.

"You shouldn't miss school. I'll talk to you later," he said before slipping out of the room. The door shut with a soft click.


September 1st


"Did you see him in the gym?" she asked, motioning to the empty seat in second period. "He wasn't here by the time I left for math."

"I didn't see him, but it was a free day. So he might have been outside playing football with the guys."

With a frown, she checked her cell phone for any missed calls. She wondered if he changed his mind about going out to the barn. She gathered her things up and made a move to leave the room as Mr. Stover walked into the room. "Are you going somewhere?" he asked as he closed the door. "We've got a lot to get through today. Please, take a seat."

Groaning, she sank back into her seat and slipped her phone back into the front pocket of her backpack.

When the bell rang, she was the first out of her seat and out the door. She whipped her cell phone out, dialing hes number quickly. It went directly to voicemail. She barely stopped to let her friend know where she was going before hightailing it to the parking lot.

The ride out to her grandparent's farm from the high school was almost a half an hour. As she pulled down the long driveway, she noticed that the only car visible was her grandpa's beat up old Ford pickup truck that hadn't moved from that spot in over a year. His car was not there.

She pulled to a stop under the shade of an huge oak tree, stepping out. The gravel crunched under her feet as she walked across the driveway to the entrance of the bard. She slipped in, calling out his name softly.

Making her way up to the loft, she expected to see him standing there with a grin on his face. But she didn't. Instead, there was a crisp, white envelope on the hay with her name in his messy scrawl. She picked it up in her hands, running her fingertip along the flat bottom. Her stomach clenched with fear.

Finally, she ripped the seal open and pulled out the letter addressed to her.

I knew you'd come looking for me. This isn't the right way to do this; I know that. I should have told you last night in your room. I should have told you two months ago when I started having problems with my parents. Last week, we got into make a long story, short: words were said and I took a swing at my dad. They said once I turned eighteen, I had to pack and get out. I called my cousin, and he said that I could come stay with him for as long as I need to.

So many times, I tried to tell you that I had to go. But I chickened out. I knew that you'd try to talk me into staying. I just can't do this town anymore.

I had to give my phone back to my parents, so I'll call you when I get to my cousin's. I miss you already.

He signed the bottom of the page. And that was it. She took a seat on the hay bale, rereading the letter over and over. An hour passed by in the blink of an eye. She could recite the letter back to whoever asked it of her.

When her phone rang aloud, she snapped to attention.

She looked at the screen but it was only a friend from school, calling to check on her. Once she hung up the phone, she sat and thought for a moment. She didn't know which cousin he was going to live with, or where any of his cousins lived. She wasn't even sure when he left town.

Sighing, she took the note and her cell phone, and walked back to her car. Once she got to the end of the driveway, she decided to turn and go home rather than back to school.


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