The New Kind of Quiet

Buckle up.

TW: Panic/Asthma attack. 

Remember to take care of yourselves and I love each and every one of you so so so so much.

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My ears rang as I stared at Xavier, my heart hammering so loud against my rib cage that I was sure he could hear it.

"What?" I forced out, my voice barely audible.

"We're here to see your mum" He repeated.

I thought of what to say, various words swirling around in my head but nothing actually came out of my mouth.

"Only if you want to of course. If you don't, we can head home right now and come back some other time" He said, turning me around so I was facing him rather than the massive house.

"I'd never force you to do something you aren't comfortable with, especially when it comes to a situation like this one" He continued, his hands cupping my face.

"Will you come with me?" I whispered, peering up at him.

He looked taken back for a moment before a small smile spread across his face. "If that's what you want. And Monsieur Éliott will be waiting here in the car for us"

Monsieur Éliott, the elderly driver that had brought us from the hangar, smiled at me and I gave a small smile back before turning to face the massive house again.

I stared for a few seconds before I grabbed Xavier's much larger hand and started walking towards the house.

As we got closer to the house I realized that this wasn't just any house, it was the same house I had grown up in when I was a kid.

The one we had moved to after I caused the fire that killed my dad in our old house. The same house I lived in for four years before my mum and I moved to L.A when I was 14.

My vision blurred for a few minutes, tears pooling at the corner of my eyes as I stopped walking, just staring at the house.

If I'm being completely honest, I wasn't shocked when my mother announced that we were moving, I was used to it.

We were always moving around, even when my dad was still alive. When I had asked my parents why we were always moving, my dad would always just smile and tell me it was because of work.

I had no idea what he did for work but he was never around because of it and would only come to visit us for about a week or two before he had to leave again.

I had a feeling something was up though. My mum was always so guarded and on edge whenever my dad wasn't around, it was almost like she was scared of someone coming to hurt us or something like that.

I never really paid much attention to those details because I was more heartbroken that we'd be leaving Paris after I had finally gotten a best friend of over four years - Mila at the time.

I remember going over to Mila's house on her 14th birthday and breaking the news to her. What I didn't expect was for her to tell me that they were also moving to L.A as well.

I remember us jumping around and giggling, holding hands and promising that we'd be best friends forever.

So much for that promise.

"This..." I tried to speak but stopped as I couldn't find the words.

I hadn't realized how much I had missed the house until I felt tears pool in the corner of my eyes, furiously blinking them back.