Back To The Beginning

Skylars POV

I rolled around seeing the sun poke through the window of my little treehouse, I groaned and sat up quickly grabbing my phone. All the events of last night came crashing back to me instantly, making my face heat up.

I tried to ignore the feeling of embarrassment creeping up my body and face, settling deep into my heart, 'I cannot believe what the fuck just happened.' I thought to myself and looked at the time that read on my phone: 12:30 p.m.

"Fuck." I muttered and scrambled up from the bed of the treehouse and fixed the clothes I was wearing last night, and hurriedly climbed out of the treehouse. I locked the outside lock and stood there for a moment, just looking at it. This will be the last time my treehouse will be in this backyard.

I walked inside the house and ran to my room upstairs, I went around and spent the next hour and a half finishing packing my belongings. I had just finished packing my last suitcase when I heard a throat being cleared in the doorway of my room.

"Skylar?" My mother asked.

I whirled around and faced my mom to see her standing there with tears in her eyes, "Please. Skylar." She begged.

I tilted my head to the side confused at what she was begging.

"What mom?" I demanded. Not sugar-coating it, and putting at least a little bit of malice in my voice.

She doesn't say anything for probably full minutes, just staring at me, contemplating something, but then she leans in ever so slightly, "Don't leave me with him." She whisper yells out.

I almost wanted to laugh, to hit her, anything to make her see sense. Instead, I stayed reserved on the outside, "Then leave him too." I stated simply.

Her face contorted to one of anger, "How could you ask me of that? After what we have all been through?" Her bottom lip trembles and she starts to step forwards.

I hold my hand up, stopping her short, "I wasn't asking. I was telling. I am doing what I should have done when I turned eighteen." I boldly stated, and almost regretted it by the now heartbroken sadness and unsatiated fury behind her eyes, but I held firm to what I said, I even brought my chin up defiantly a little.

My mother was flabbergasted, to say the least, "I can't leave him. There is too much there. Too much history between us. We're talking about twenty-five-plus years of being together and married. I love him too much to just give all that up." Her eyes stayed strong to that decision and so did her body, as she stayed completely stone tense.

She stares at me for a moment, "Alright, Skylar. When is the moving truck coming?" She asks but looks around my all-packed room, distractedly.

I pondered telling her, or just vanishing into thin air, but I chose the latter, "Should be here anytime, I finished packing just in time." And that was it.

There was nothing else to say anyway, and she knew that as she turned around and left my doorframe. I didn't have to wait long however as I hear the U-hauls honk shortly after. I also was able to send the money by mail as I had it in cash, to the owners at their new place that they were staying at in Las Vegas. They had already vacated and cleaned the place. They said they left all the furniture, and the TVs, all the dishes. They said they would buy all that new stuff with the new money they got. I thanked them repeatedly. But they said it was no problem.

I lugged all my boxes into the back of the moving truck, and all my bags, my suitcases, everything down to the last blanket and pillow. I was also able to get the crane and very carefully remove my treehouse, and it, unfortunately, did not fit in the truck. I would have to wait a few days and rent a flatback truck to bring it to the old house.

So, I ended up following the nice elderly man driving the U-haul, I hired to drive my belongings to my new home, and my nice Volkswagen ran smoothly during the drive. It was a five-hour drive back, and I had to frequently stop at the gas station and signal to the U-haul driver, I had a very weak bladder.

By the time we reached Cherryville, it was dark and when I pulled up almost into the driveway of my old house, my eyes subconsciously go to Kade's house, and notice lights are on in the house. I gasped and somehow my foot ended up stepping abruptly on the brake, causing me to fly forwards and almost hit my head on the steering wheel.

But luckily, I caught myself just in time, and grunted flying backward in my seat, "Goddamit." I cursed and just continued on into the driveway of my new home.

I pulled up into the driveway and parked my car all the way up, this actually came with a garage, which was so cool, or at least I thought. I clicked the button and watched as the doors came up, I shut my car off and closed the door.

I approached Alfred the elderly man who had been one of my neighbors since I moved to Willowstown waiting for me with the back of the truck already parked up against the garage door, now open. I smiled, "Thank you!"

He smiled, "No problem Skylar, you were always such a cool and caring neighbor, I couldn't have asked for a better one." He admitted.

I smiled, "Thank you, Alfred, I appreciate it so much."

Alfred smiled again, "Alright missy, now let us get you settled in." And then proceeded to take my boxes, bags, suitcases, and everything out. I offered to help but he badgered me, saying just to stand inside the house and direct him on where to go, and where to put certain things.

I walked inside slowly, where the garage connects into the little off space or mudroom, where you can put all your shoes, and hang your coats, on a long rod-like bar to hang up coats with.

I did take my shoes off and walked inside, I shouldn't have expected much and I didn't, but when I walked inside I was completely blown away. There was completely expensive everything in here. Everything in here was dripping with expensive shiny-ness.

The dishes, I have no idea exactly what it was, but it seemed really expensive-looking as it shines at me, well sparkles more like. I looked around more and realize, I love the set-up already and realize I don't want to get any new furniture.

There was a huge glass chandelier in the kitchen, a big flat long rectangle wooden table adorns the kitchen as well, and big tall chairs, six of them stood around the table, there was a big carpet underneath it all, a deep ocean blue.

The living room had a big long dark brown leather couch and a nice glass table and another deep ocean blue carpet underneath that one as well. The tv they said was huge, probably the biggest underneath a theatre movie flatscreen, I have ever seen.

This was a millionaires set-up, 'what in the world were they doing in this part of the town if they lived like this?' I wondered and walked around guiding Alfred about where to put certain things. I wanted my own bed, so I asked them if they could get rid of their bed, and they agreed.

That's the first thing I set up, and I was excited doing it, I finally have my own house I literally own, and it's my old childhood home. My heart did a flip inside my chest, and nervous tingles made their way around my body and mind, and for a split moment, I wondered if this was the right decision.

But I shook my head, once I started second-guessing myself and concentrated on what my future would look like here, I bought this house. My very own first house, I don't see myself leaving for a very long time, who know I may even grow old in this house.

I went around and got out the boxes for my bedroom stuff, I set up the bedroom that I used to have, and I don't know if I had already subconsciously known that, but the window in it looks directly towards Kades house.

I said goodbye to Alfred, as he wanted to help still, but all my belongings were in the house, I had no other need for Alfred. I was really sad to see him go, I never had grandparents growing up, my mother and father's parents don't talk to them, and I'm not even sure if they knew I existed, but that's okay.

Alfred was more of a grandfather to me anyways, but as I whirl around to say goodbye, he has already a look of pain on his face. My mother liked Alfred, he was gentle and kind and very patient, not at all what most elderly people are like. Alfred was in a lot of pain, he had problems with his lungs, so when he offered to help, I was cautious, but he reassured me over and over that my stuff wasn't all that heavy. Except for my mattresses.

I pursed my lips, "Alfred I-" I am cut off by Alfred really quickly pulling me in for a hug, "There missy. Now let's not sour the mood of you moving into your very own first house. This is happy times, right?" I felt like I was fifteen again, and being hugged for the first time by Alfred after I wiped out on my bike and broke my arm.

I closed my eyes tightly and wrapped Alfred in a hug, the scent of woods and pine hit my nose and I smiled, being able to smell home for just one last time.

On account of both Allie Mae and I being kids when we met Alfred, he protected us, from bullying on the street, from cars, from people, and eventually, we felt so comfortable we went inside Alfred's house, but not before checking in on the neighborhood about Alfred, my parents had that job, they didn't trust him, or my mom did at least. Father hated him, and that he was a disgusting pedophile trying to lure us inside.

But it turned out to be completely the opposite, when Allie Mae and I went inside, every chance we would get, we'd always pop in to see how he was doing and spend time with him. He had a wife that died twenty or so years ago, he has never quite gotten over her, and one thing he said is that we remind him of the daughters he always wanted and never got. He and his wife tried many many years to have kids, and it never worked. So, Alfred has always been sweet to us and not once put us in any danger.

I said my tearful goodbye to Alfred and watched as he climbed back in the U-haul and drives down the streets, turns the corner, and is gone.

Finally, the excitement of moving into a new house left my body, and now. exhausted all I did was lock the front door, walk back upstairs tiredly to my room, collapsed on my bed, and fall asleep, finally getting a nice long-lasting sleep I haven't had in a long time.