Long Way Home

The years seemed to have past rather fast since that fatal night. She stopped crying herself to sleep, the thoughts of what she did wrong stopped flooding her mind, and she was finally able to live a normal life. That was until she got a phone call from her mother about her grandmother's death, causing her to have to take a trip back to her home town, a place where her darkest moments remain. Can she shed light on this once dark memory, or will things just repeat themselves?


2. Chapter One

The sun was slowly disappearing into the horizon behind the buildings that lined the city. It was just another day of the same boring things that happened yesterday. My life has become so very mundane, but I guess it wasn't such a bad thing. The sound of my phone ringing broke my thoughts. I looked down at my cell to see that it was my mother calling me, which in itself was weird. She only called me around the holidays, because she was not happy that I left home when I was 18.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Mia.." I heard the strain in her voice and quickly knew something wasn't right.

"Mom what's wrong?"

"Your grandmother…" She whimpered. "She's dead…"

"W-what?" I felt my heart drop and a lump start forming in the back of my throat.

"I need you to come home darling please.. I can't do this all by myself.." She cried.

"O-of course mom." My throat felt so raw and crisp. After that I hung up the phone and stared at it for a few seconds. My grandmother was the glue that held us together, without her what will happen to us?

"Mia?" I turned my head to see my best friend Valentina walking up to me with two coffees in her hands.

"Val.." I felt the tears stream out and crash against my cheeks.

"What's wrong?!" She gasped.

"My grandmother.." I cried. "She's dead."

"What?! Oh no!" She quickly wrapped her arms around me hugging me the best she could with her hands full. Once I pulled myself back together we headed back to my apartment, she kept trying to cheer me up but it wasn't having any effect. When we got back to my apartment I fell back onto my couch letting out a loud sad sigh.

"So when's the funeral?" She asked sitting down next to me.

"I don't know but my mother wants me to come home and help her." I muttered taking a sip of coffee.

"And when are you gonna leave?"

"Probably tonight, but I really don't want to go back to that stupid town alone, will you please come with me?" I looked at her, begging her with my eyes.

"Of course Mia I would never let you go through this alone." She smiled softly at me.

"Sadly it isn't even the funeral that bothers me." I sighed.

"What is it then?"

"Its going back to that town period, there is a reason I left."

"That douche right?"

"Yeah I guess running away from my problems like that wasn't the answer but the pain was too much to deal with." I groaned.

"He made out with your best friend so of course it was painful." She reassured me.

"This is just gonna be a long visit." I sighed closing my eyes.


Hours had passed as I sat on my bed staring at the bag that I had packed. Valentina had gone home to pack a bag for herself, so now I was just waiting on her. Honestly if it was anyone besides my grandmother I probably wouldn't be going back to that dreadful town. It was just a town filled with nothing but drama. Plus most of the people who grew up there never left, they were stuck in the roots. I was one of the lucky ones because I made that decision to make something of myself.

"Knock knock." I looked up to see Val walking in with a bag strapped to her arm. She was sipping on a chocolate shake it looked like.

"Stopped for food?" I teased.

"You know better than anyone that I am useless when I am hungry." She laughed as she sat down next to me.

"I know I know." I smiled.

"So you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be I guess." I shrugged.

"Well lets go get this over with then."

I nodded as I grabbed my bag, we headed out the door to her car, which was one of those new fancy ones. I guess being a model has its advantages after all. The drive itself wasn't that long, it only took us about half an hour to get into town. When we got into town it was clear nothing had changed in the three years that I had been gone.

"It's such a cute little town." Val smiled at me.

"It gets uglier the longer you're here, trust me." I mumbled.

"Oh a coffee shop!" She squealed as she pulled the car over happily.

"You have an addiction." I teased.

"I need motivation with life." She laughed.

We walked into the shop to notice it was oddly empty. I mean I knew the town didn't have many coffee drinkers but it was never this empty before. That's when my eyes locked with the person behind the counter staring at an old magazine. His hair was pulled back into a bun showing off his bright green eyes.

"Oh my." Val muttered. "There's no way that could get ugly."

"No he hasn't.." I mumbled.

"What you know him?!" She gasped.

"Yeah.." I smiled nervously.

She grinned and pulled me up to the counter then she let out soft cough to get his attention. When he looked up from his magazine he had this confused look on his face. Either he didn't recognize me or he just wasn't used to having customers.

"What can I get you ladies?" He smiled at us.

"Two medium coffees with vanilla cream, and two spoons of sugar." Val explained.

"That's a twist, when did you start drinking coffee with cream Mia?" He had his back towards us when he asked which caused me to smile, it was nice to know that he still recognized me even after all these years.

"It's nice to see you too Harry." I smiled as he handed me the coffee.

"Why are you back in town?" He asked.

"My grandmother died, my mother wants help with the planning." I explained.

"Oh I'm sorry." He frowned.

"It's okay, we should catch up while I am in town though."

"Yes!" A huge smile appeared on his face.

"Awh he has such a cute smile." Val giggled causing him to blush.

"Yeah he always has." I smiled at him before we headed on our way.

The way to my mother's was pretty straight forward, and it was nice that the roads were pretty clear as well. When we got there I noticed that she had a visitor, which is very odd because she's never really had friends, and our family just consisted of her, my grandmother, and I.

"Mom?" I called out as I walked into the house.

"In here sweetie." I heard her answer from the kitchen.

"Do you have a visit-" I began but quickly stopped when I came around the corner and caught a glimpse of her visitor. A pit started growing in my chest, I couldn't tell if it was out of agony or anger. I saw the smirk line her lips as she locked eyes with me.

"Mia, long time no see." She grinned.

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