There were little clips of moments the person got when they leave their hometown often: memories, laughter in the air, sadness in the roughest of times and adventures. Those were the things that made individuals feel like they lost a part of who they were in the place where they were born, had their first heartbreak or their first childhood love.

Coming back to Oregon helped me get that, a part of my identity, back and healthily stable. I breathed in the familiar woodsy scent as my heart ached for the place I called home. Although we didn't stay in California for a week, I was glad to come back home. I wouldn't show how homesick I was in front of Levy so he didn't label the blame on his forehead.

After the night of coming back with many branded clothes bought by Levy and most of them, much to my dismay, were for me. He brought me a Dolce & Gabbana shirt, an Aigner latest watch, a Gucci dress and a Fendi pink pajamas. I was overwhelmed and continued to scold him for buying me this expensive stuff my cheap lifestyle rejected.

The next morning after we woke up from sleep, we just packed and went out for breakfast at IHOP, ate the best chocolate pancakes ever and went for our flight. Mr. Clay and Mrs. Christina waited for us at the airport and here we were after hours of airplane headaches, in my lovely Oregon, the place I grew up in.

"It feels good to be back home." I told Mrs. Christina as she smiled at me in agreement when we both closed our eyes as the sea breezes swept our senses like a Galaxy advertisement.

The next thing we knew we were lifted by our lovers and we both screamed when they ran at a fast speed, my intestines were tired from the plane and the moment we got out, I wanted to puke the pancakes out, Levy was making it harder to restrain the vomit as he continued to run to the car, beating his dad.

"Ha!" Levy excitedly exclaimed to his dad, "you lost, old man." He snickered as his dad flipped him off, getting pinched by his wife for making a rude gesture to his son. I laughed as Mr. Clay groaned, rubbing his red ear.

I was joyful at their son-dad exchange and the little baby steps they were making since that trip, for Levy, I could tell he was affected by his dad's change of behavior towards him.

My stomach, however, didn't agree with me because once Levy got me down gently, I ran to the green dustbin and puked the pancakes out, holding both sides of the bin so it didn't topple over and show my embarrassment.

I wiped my mouth at the foul aftermath taste on my tongue and pulled out my mint gum, chewing it to clean off the taste of the vomit.

Levy met my glare with a regretful smile and I slapped his neck before entering Mrs. Christina's car. My stomach lurched tiredly and I huffed in annoyance at my intestines not cooperating with me.

His hands worked like magic as he continued to rub my clothed stomach and I closed my eyes wanting to take a nap. We were seated in the backseat as Mrs. Christina drove and Mr. Clay was beside her, making sure the car was sanitized when he looked at us for any proof of us ruining the passenger seats.

What an unbelievable man, he thought we were gonna sleep in front of them! I groaned internally.

Levy lowered my body. I laid my head on his lap as he continued to make my stomach go back to calm as he rubbed it slowly.

He deserved the best boyfriend award. I thought happily as I exhaled out the exhaustion and closed my eyes to sleep.

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"Hey, princess," he stroked my hair as my eyes opened in a sleepy haze, "we are home." He said as I sat up on his lap.

"I will see you later." I waved when I got down from the large red-colored Toyota.

"Bye honey." Mrs. Christina waved back and Levy waved as well, not forgetting to blow me a kiss, I pretended to catch it and placed it on my lips.

They drove off to their house, more like a mansion, and I returned to my home as nostalgia heaved over me. I opened the door using my key as my other hand held my bag on my shoulder.

"Dad, your favorite girl is back home!" I shouted and went upstairs to look for him. I smiled when I took a glimpse of my room with the opened door but the bad smell caught my nostrils.

"Oh my God." I came inside my room to see my favorite quilt being burned and the sheets were dark red, I sniffed more and I was horrified when I saw the blood drips tumbled on the floor like a sprinkler. My shelves were badly ruined and my curtains ripped off.

My heart was in my throat when my eyes took in the walls that had massive four words made swirled by the heavy dose of blood.

I will kill you.

The tears hit the floor as my shaky hands began to have their own spasm and I stormed out of my room to my dad's bedroom, praying that he was in the house, I opened the door and felt relief flood over me when he had his back to me as he stared out of the window.

"Dad, I'm here, dad." I repeated as my shaky hands patted on his shoulders when his eyes smiled at me. He hugged me back and I smiled until a hooded figure was behind dad.

I screamed as the shotgun was heard and it pierced through my dad's back into the left area of his chest, I cried out as dad closed his eyes and his whole body was drenched in blood coming from his heart.

Standing up as my body shook with fear and my eyes met the gun raised at me.