Shoulders are so tense that its causing massive amounts of pain. Its all from stress and distress. No love.
He had no idea what kind of welcome he’d have here. He’d been gone three years with almost no contact.
He should have been sending out invitations to his wedding, instead he stood on the doorstep of a three story apartment above a nightclub. A place he had once hidden away in when the world was too much. Where he had cried, laughed, loved, fought and eaten the best damned curry around… and fucked on the couch far too often.
His green hair was faded out, his skin paler than normal and his eyes red from crying. He was afraid to knock. He could walk away and no one would ever be the wiser, they’d never know he had been here, he thought. He’d not have to face the hard questioning eyes, or deal with any accusations or rejections from the family he had abandoned. He stood there frozen with indecision.
Behind him boots started up the stairs. Heavy. Loud. London’s heart sank in his chest. Chance gone. He took a deep breath and turned to face whomever was behind him. He stared at his feet as he waited for the expected words. The vitriol and anger to flow from whichever member of his family he was refusing to look at. There was a pregnant pause, during which tears began to fall yet again, and then it was broken…
“Fucking well trust you to show up in time for curry night. Looks like you could fucking use the feed too. What the hell you been doing with yourself, you look like shit, babe!”
His head jerked up as she spoke. Bright orange and pink hair, sparkling brown eyes, and the cheekiest, most loving, grin around. Sara. Den mother extraordinaire, best friend and confidant to all of them. He tried to reply, to just say hi, and all that came out was a choked sob.
And then they were sitting on the stairs, her arms around his shoulders and his around her waist, as he cried and she murmured soothingly that everything would be just fine.
She was right, he knew. She was right because this was home, and they were his family, and all the things he’d been told, that he’d allowed himself to believe, were lies. They weren’t going to turn him away. They weren’t going to hate him or hurt him or be disgusted with him.
He was home with his family and everything would be fine.
Fuck everything. If people act like morons tell them to go hang themselves.