Lie To Me

Part 33

Kit King
As I opened my eyes I expected to still be lying cold in that field. Never did I imagine waking up to the face of a Weasley.
I was so disorientated.
But as soon as I came to, I wished I hadn't, because all the memories of the day before came rushing back to me, breaking my heart all over again.
"So, which one are you?" I grinned, my voice coming out groggily.
"I'm offended Kit. Surely you remember me? You punched me in the face!" He said and I couldn't help but smile and closed my eyes.
"Fred." 
"I'm going to get mum and dad." He said, and as soon as he got up I missed the feeling of his hand stroking my hair.
I had never even seen Mr and Mrs Weasley before and now I was lying on their sofa wrapped in a knitted blanket.

I sat up and cringed as I saw that my hand was bandaged up. I tried to pick at the bandage but a short woman came bounding up to me and swatted my hand away from removing the bandage.
"Leave it."
"Alright alright I'm not a dog." I said and rolled my eyes.
"Right young lady you have some explaining to do." Mr Weasley said angrily. But I wasn't intimidated. Not for a minute.
But I felt comforted as Ron came into the room. I stood up shakily and gave him a hug. Though we weren't close, he was still a reassuring presence.
"Alright Kit?" He said and I shrugged, sitting myself back down.
"Well. I'm alive."
"What happened to you?" Ron asked and I wracked my brain, trying to think of a good enough lie that they would believe.
"I had an argument with mum and dad, so I er, ran away really. I just kept walking until I couldn't walk anymore." I sighed. "Where am I?"
"Dad found you unconscious in one of the fields and carried you here. This is our home. You must have walked quite a way." Ron said and my eyes looked to Mr Weasley.
"Thank you sir." I said and he frowned at me, almost looking surprised. "What?"
"Sir?"
"You helped me."
"Your parents,"
"Jesus. I'm not my parents. My parents probably hate you yes? Surprised that I don't and I have manners? My parents hate me too. You're not special." I said and couldn't help but laugh.
"That's not good to say of them. I'm sure they love you." Mrs Weasley said and I immediately shook my head.
"They don't like me Mrs Weasley. They're never at home and when they are at home we fight. Physically. In fact, these, are from the most recent fight involving glass." I said, pointing to the healing marks and slumping into the sofa.

They all stared at me and I folded my arms over my chest.
I probably shouldn't have said so much but it didn't matter.
I needed to earn their trust as I hoped they would let me stay.
I had no parents to go to, and now, I had no Draco either.
At the thought of Draco I started to panic and tears started to rise in me.
I thought about the pain he would have gone through last night and I couldn't bare it.
I let the tears fall and had to bite my quivering lip.
I thought about how messed up the past few days had been. I had been betrayed by everyone.

"Oh dear." Mrs Weasley said sitting beside me and putting her arm around me.
"I'm sorry. I'll get out of your hair." I sniffled.
"No. You're staying here. We don't have much room but we'll find somewhere." She said and I forced a smile onto my face.
"Thank you Mrs Weasley."
"It's Molly my dear. Now, where to put you..."
"She can take my bed Mum. Fred snd Kit are friends and perhaps it's best if she stays with someone until she's better." George said and I saw him wink at Fred which made my cheeks heat up.
"I'll be fine on my own."
"Perhaps George is right. Maybe someone should stay with you." She said but I shook my head.
"I'll be fine."
"Ok my dear. Why don't you stay in the spare room? It's up in the loft but it's cosy." She smiled and I nodded.
"That would be more than wonderful."

Fred led me up to the spare room in the attic. It was like no room I had ever stayed in before. I was used to cold, dark, empty rooms. But this was cosy. There were pillows and blankets all over the place. There was a large bed in the corner and small chairs and a little balcony.
I found it surprisingly lovely.
It felt like a home instead of just a house.

"It used to be Charlie's old room, before he left for Romania." Fred said and my eyes widened.
"There's more of you?" I asked and he laughed.
"Theres is in the house , then three more boys." He said and I gasped.
"Poor Ginny."
"Kit, are you ok?" He asked and I didn't know how to respond.
I had nothing and my body was so cut and bruised that I no longer had any confidence in myself.
"I'm alive."