Welcome Home
1364 Words
"Hello, Randon." I turned around slowly, my eyes cast down to the floor not ready to see him.
Knowing I had no choice because I had changed, I wasn't the same scared, timid woman who had left this place. I was now a strong independent woman who could hold her own, and backed down from No-one.
I lifted my eyes seeing his brown pristine leather loafers. He wore light tan khakis, and a button-up Maroon and blue plaid shirt tucked in at his waist with a brown leather belt that matched his shoes. I had never seen him so neatly dressed before.
Still, I could tell that beneath those clothes was the same hard and sculpted body he always had. I pressed my thighs together as my cunt began to ache to have him inside me.
Trying to push away the familiar desire my eyes lifted to his face. He was exactly as I remembered him. The same face I pictured every night before bed and every morning when I opened my eyes.
Yet, he was also different. The chiseled jawline that had once been scattered with a light covering of hair was now trimmed and shaped neatly. His icy blue eyes so bright with life now seemed tired, and had small lines at the corners from stress. There was also more, hidden behind his orbs, a look that I knew all too well.
Hurt!
His jet black hair which had once hung down to his shoulders in a messy, but sexy wave, was now cut short on the sides blending into his neatly trimmed beard, and was long on top and neatly brushed back.
I had left a boy five years ago, and now I stood before a man. A man that still had the same effect he had always had on me.
Racing heart, sweating palms, aching middle.
Randon's eyes traveled up my body to my face just as I had done him, as if he was taking me in.
Clearing his throat he pried his eyes from mine and waved his hand out in front of him.
"You're parents await you in the parlor."
Randon walked away without another word.
"Come dear, you will be fine. I am right here with you."
Would I be? I thought as I smiled tightly at Rosa and followed her through the mansion into the parlor.
The parlor was where my parents had drinks with their friends after they hosted dinner. It was where my father shared a glass or two of scotch with business associates. It was a place my brother and I rarely frequented.
I walked beneath the rounded archway into the large room.
Everything in her was mahogany and leather. The walls were a deep burgundy, and paintings of my grandparents from various generations littered the walls.
A large fireplace sat inside the far wall, and, a bar sat on another. Dark leather chairs sat around the room, and my mother's chaise lounge sat in front of the only window.
She sat there looking at me as if she was seeing me for the first time. As if I was a competition. As if I was her enemy, rather than her daughter.
She knew what the will said that Randon held inside his briefcase, which he now had perched upon his legs. She knew I could take it all from her and leave her with nothing!
A forced smile crossed her face as she rose from her seat. She was the same as I remembered her:
Plastic!
Botox kept the fine lines away. Filler made her lips stay full. Her fake breast was still perky, and she got her fat sucturned regularly to keep her hourglass figure.
This woman hadn't been my mother in a very long time. She looked nothing like her, nor did she act like her.
Her hair was pinned on top of her head in a French twist. Diamond studs decorated her ears. The familiar green eyes stared back at me. The same eyes that I had inherited from her. As well as the crimson red hair.
My red hair had always been my favorite attribute, yet when I left Grimm Hollow it was the first thing I had changed. My hair was now a pale blonde with caramel lowlights. It was no longer full of long curly locks, it now hung neatly straight down my back and over one shoulder.
"Darling, we are so happy that you're home but so sorry for the circumstances." She pulled me against her wrapping her arms around me. I patted her back loosely just wanting her to let go. I wanted her hands off of me, it sickened me to have her touch me.
"Katya, my daughter, it is so nice to have you home." My father's voice sounded through the room.
My mother relieved me and stepped to the side allowing me to lock eyes with my father.
My father was a large man. Tall and muscular. He was clean-shaven and kept his hair neatly trimmed. His once jet-black hair was now speckled with gray. He had dark circles under his brown eyes. He wore a grey suit with his wolf cuff links, Our family crest on them.
My eyes traveled to the couple that sat on the loveseat next to him. It was my big brother.
Tears pooled in my eyes as I fought the urge to run to him and embrace him.
Long gone was the young boy I had left behind and now in his place was a matured man.
My eyes went to the beautiful young woman beside him. Janine looked just as beautiful as I remembered. Her long blonde hair hung over her shoulders. Her thick long lashes towered over her big blue eyes. She reminded me of a Barbie doll. Perfect in every way, aside from the mark that ran across her neck. A mark she received on a full moon when she was ten years old. An incident she could remember nothing about. She was found the next day lying in a field of wildflowers. She had been scratched and it was deep, but not life-threatening. It was as if her memory had been wiped and even took her a few weeks to remember her own family.
My eyes traveled down to Janice's arms. Cradled against her bosom was a chubby baby with thick dark hair. A gasp left me before I could even think about what I was seeing.
"Oh, that's right. You weren't aware. You're brother and Janine had a little boy. An Heir to carry on our family name. " my mother bragged as if he was a possession.
Janine stood from the seat with the baby. My brother grabbed her arm but she jerked away making him grimace as he looked at me with an angry scowl on his face.
"His name is Kyron. Would you like to hold your nephew?" She smiled holding the tiny bundle out to me.
I couldn't stop them. Tears began to roll down my cheeks as I took my nephew into my arms.
That wonderful baby smell made me snuggle him closer, breathing it in and relaxing the fear that stirred inside me. Little Kyron cooed as I rocked him in my arms and looked down at his perfect little face. He was a replica of my brother but with his mother's big blue eyes.
"He looks just like you." I smiled through my tears at my brother who was watching me with his child. He may hate me but I had always and would always love him with my whole heart, and his son was no different. I already felt a connection to the little guy and would give my life for him.
And his name didn't escape me.
So similar to my own. Kyron and Kyra. Had my brother chosen his name?
When little Kyron began to suckle his fist I handed it back to Janine so she could nurse him.
Wiping my tears away I finally took an empty seat beside Randon.
Once everyone had settled down, Randon cleared his throat.
"Let's start the reading of the will, shall we?"
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