A Look Back: Rennillia Series - Prequel

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front door.
    I stood there for a while before deciding his house was a little creepy in the dark. Flipping the light switch up, I noticed nothing happened. With a sigh, I walked around flipping every switch, still nothing. Walking back to the couch, I sat down placing my head in my hands. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t let him stay here in this house like this. My father would never help and Hert would not agree to hiding in my room again after what happened last time. Mr. Roberts told him he would help, why wasn’t he taking it? Stupid question. Shaking my head at the situation, I waited for him to come back home.
    Nudged awake, I realized I had fallen asleep. Hert sat down next to me on the couch. I scooted back a little, thinking of everything I should say. As it turned out, when I looked at him, I knew there was nothing to say.
    “Why are you still here?” he asked.
    Tilting my head to the side, I replied, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
    After a long pause, Hert said, “You need to go home.”
    “Look, we don’t have to talk but I know you want me here…so just stop,” I informed scooting closer.
    Nodding at me, he said, “Its two and we have school in the morning.”
    With a slight smirk, I said, “Then I guess I’m riding with you tomorrow.”
    Sighing, he scowled at me, warning, “That’s a bad idea.” As I rolled my eyes, he stressed, “I’m serious Renni.”
    Not wanting to give him anything else to worry about, I gave in pouting, “Fine. I’ll go home.”
    Feeling as though I had tried my best to be there for him, I headed home.

Chapter 9
    Mrs. Herterand was released after a few days. The psychiatric evaluation concluded that she had a breakdown. She was scheduled weekly appointments and prescribed medication. Hert still went to school every day but nowhere else. I understood why, but still, I missed seeing him outside of that. Especially when my birthday came, it was the first year I didn’t go out to the pond, or see Hert. I had a nice dinner with the Roberts’ but was instantly depressed when I found out they were leaving to go to Spain for a week. Then to my surprise, Mr. Roberts informed me that he had already spoken to my father and if I wanted, I could stay with Emerson at their house while they were away.
    I stood in my room trying to decide what exactly to pack. It was Sunday night and I was so excited, I had a hard time concentrating. Not only did I get to stay with Emerson, I was going to be free from my house for a whole week. I didn’t want to bring too much but at the same time, seven days was a long time and I did not want to have to come back early for any reason.
    As I laid jeans and t-shirts out on my bed, my father walked in my room saying, “Emerson’s here.”
    “I’m almost ready,” I lied, still having my bag sitting empty on the floor.
    He shook his head then turned and walked out. I grabbed my toothbrush and a few other items from my bathroom thinking I should have done all this yesterday. When I stepped back into my room, Emerson was standing in my doorway.
    With an apologetic smile, I said, “Sorry,” and picked my bag up off the floor.
    His smile was forgiving as he assured, “It’s alright,” before glancing around my room and asking, “Is that the shirt I gave you?”
    Nodding with a smile, I looked at the shirt pinned to my wall.
    Just before Emerson’s basketball season started he gave me a team shirt. I’m sure he was hoping I would wear it to his games, but since I felt the same way about school as I did living at home, I hung it on my wall.
    “You know there is a game this Friday,” Emerson said, giving me a please wear it look.
    Stuffing my clothes into my bag, I replied, “Yes Em,” hoping he would leave it at that.
    With a light sigh, he gave up asking, “Are you ready?” as I zipped up my bag.
    Nodding, I started to pick up my bag. Emerson gave me a ‘don’t even think about it’ glare and took my bag from me. I shook my head and

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