The alpha rejection

Chapter 4

In the picture frame I had my favourite photo ever. it was a photo of Zac. in the picture he was Laughing, his eyes were filled with humour and Happiness, his face is one hundred percent blemish free. His hair had that messy sexy look to it that always make my stomach flip.

I usually keep it beside my bed because just looking at it made my day in the first Place. I know I must seem like some hormonal teenage girl but it was true that he made me feel better, well actually he made me feel worse and then when I get home balling my eyes out, and I look at his picture...... then he makes me feel better until, the next day which is when he makes me feel worse again.

Anyways I was debating on what I should do with the picture I felt attached to it, so I decided I might as well take it with me.

I had it in my hands and I was about to put it in my gray duffel bag when a realisation hit me. this was the guy that made me miserable, made my grade fall to a C or D average when it used to be an A+ average!. he had hurt me in both mentally and physically countless times and even if I did count the amount of times he hurt me we would have to make up a new number because he had done so many times.

 I took one last look at the picture before I made up my mind. I was never going to have Him. I took a deep breath and then smashed the picture on the ground and watched the glass shatter

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David and I had hoped on to our Home town. the flight took around two and half hours but I was too nervous and excited to get any sleep or rest. what would my family think of me? I cleaned up and put on proper clothes and for the first time in maybe a year I put in effort into my appearance. But was it enough? will they accept me back into the family? I haven't seen them for six years so how much have they all change? What if I don't even recognise them and then I do something stupid and embarrassing only to find out they're my family which will make it even more embarrassing?!!!!!!. 

Once we landed David led me to his car in which we drove for an hour and half until we reached a house. 

David stopped the car and then said "home sweet home". 

David jumped out of the car and took my bag out of the trunk running into the house. 

"I am home!" 

I slowly got out of the car, in the way that people in Hollywood movies do once they get to a new house or whatever. Saying I recognized this place would be one of the biggest lies of the millennium right behind when people say "I don't know", and "I didn't do it". 

   The house had been painted in a dark brown and the garden was now in a mocha colour while the door was chestnut and the Porsche was lime green. I think it's safe to say that the porch stock out a ton. The shutter were black while the driveway was now paved instead of the one I remember which was loose gravel and stones, which I always trip on and fall if I may add!

    6 years ago the house was white...... literally all white. it felt so different here, like I know it's my home and at the same time it's not.