All Alone

Chapter 27

The drive to his house was silent, but that was nothing out of the ordinary since it isn't like I can make small talk. His hand never left mine, and I was grateful for the support and comfort. Why couldn't she let us help her? Why did she take such drastic measures?

When we pulled into his driveway, I was a little anxious that his mother would come home, and I froze in my seat. That woman truly hated me, but maybe she hated everyone. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't hear my door open and almost didn't realize Kaden was picking me up and cradling me against his chest.

He remained silent as we entered his house, and I was going to tap on his shoulder or something when I heard a small voice.

"Kadey!" The little ball of sunshine barreled down the hallway, and my mouth began to turn up at the corners slightly. She froze when she saw me, and if it was even possible, her smile got wider.

"Avi!" I wriggled out of Kaden's holding so that I could hug her and I kneeled on the floor, taking the toddler into my arms. Kaden crouched beside me, resting his chin on my head.

"Hey little monkey, I hope you didn't get into too much trouble today, I won't get a complaint about you from Mrs. Brooks will I?" He had a stern facade on, but I knew that he was secretly not being serious in the slightest. Lanie's face got a little bit bashful and she blushed, "Well, I may have been a wittle naughty, but it wasn't on purpose!" Her little hands were flailing around, and Kaden's chuckles sent warm tingles down my spine.

"Okay Monkey, but I expect some explaining later. Right now I have to talk to Avianna, so I will get you a snack, but you need to stay in the kitchen okay?" She nodded her head and he rose from the floor picking her up with him. "Let's get you some food!"

After he had gotten her a snack of goldfish and pretzels plus various fruits, he made his way back to me leaving a kiss on my head before guiding me to the couch. Why did his touch feel so good and warm? I never wanted him to leave my side.

"Hey Finch, I think that we should talk about what happened today, I don't want you to feel alone in handling this, so I hope that you will let me be there for you," he was unconsciously playing with strands of my hair, and I leaned into his side, craving the warmth he provided. I reached for my bag and pulled out the whiteboard and a plain black marker. I needed to tell him.

'Do you want to hear a story?'

He raised an eyebrow at me, and I took a deep breath. He had to know, I couldn't keep hiding these things from him after everything he has done for me.

'Once there was a broken girl. She was like a paper that had been torn up, so she couldn't ever be perfectly pieced together again,' I looked to make sure he was paying attention before erasing.

'She was lost and hopeless, but then she found a boy, or in retrospect, the boy found her' I was realizing how this sounded a little bit like him.

'She started trusting him, and he started to take away her pain' his grip on me tightened and his hand ran up and down my arms.

'She was completely unaware of the pain he would cause her', I could see his jaw clenching.

'The girl was waiting for him at school one day, but he didn't meet her where he normally did'

'She went looking for him, and her school was so small that she found him with ease'

'She wished that she hadn't found him'

'He was a little preoccupied with one of her friends' He hugged me even closer to his side, and my vision was getting cloudy as my cheeks got damper.