Chapter 1:
"I love you, Miguel."
"I love you, too, Charity."
I, Kathleen Elizabeth Bennett thought I was going to be sick. If I heard those words
again, I might just scream and expose the secret I had kept inside of me for the past few
years. That I was head over heels in love with my best friend, Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald.
"Aww, you two are SO cute together!" my sister Jessica exclaimed. "Don't you agree,
Kay?" she asked, turning to look at me.
"What?" I said absent-mindedly. "Oh, ya. Umm, I don't feel good. I think I'll go
upstairs to rest."
Neither Jessica or Charity seemed to notice or care. Miguel looked up at me oddly but
didn't say a word. Charity began to kiss him, trying to get his attention away from me as I
went up the stairs, restraining myself from going and ripping all of the hair off that dumb
blonde cousin of mine.
As I got upstairs, I passed by my father, Daddy as I called him.
"Hi, honey," he said, kissing my forehead.
"Hi, Daddy," I said, my tone giving away how I felt. Defeated. Lost. Pathetic.
Worthless. Unlovable. You name it.
"What's wrong, Kat?" he asked, calling me by the special name he had created for me
when I was just a kid.
"I don't feel good," I said. I tried not to make him worry. I wasn't sick or anything,
unless you'd count exposure to Miguel and Charity's relationship an illness.
"Oh," Daddy said. "Well I have to go to work, but hold on let me tell your mother, so
she'll check up on you when she can."
I opened my mouth to protest and tell him that that wasn't necessary, but it was too
late.
"Grace?" he called out.
"Yeah?" Mother said, coming by us in the hallway. "What's going on?"
"Kay is sick. I have to be at the station, but I thought you should know so you can find
out what's wrong with her."
"Ok," she said in a small, reluctant voice.
Daddy kissed the both of us goodbye as he went off to the police station.
Mother gave me a once-over. "You seem fine, Kay," she said, walking back to where
she came from.
I grabbed her by the shoulder before she reached the room, spinning her around to face
me. "So that's all, huh?" I said. I wasn't REALLY sick but that was beside the point. She
didn't even care! What kind of a mother was that?! Not a good one - that's for sure.
"Yes, Kay!" she practically shouted, getting angry. "I have more important stuff to do.
Besides, you're old enough to take care of yourself."
"That may be true, Mother," I retaliated. "But there is a difference between me being
able to take care for myself and having someone - oh like a mother for instance - show that
they care about me. You obviously don't. Some mother you are!"
She slapped me hard on the cheek. "I will not have you say such things!" she scolded.
A grin crossed my face. "Well, then maybe if you show that you love and care for me
once in a while, I won't treat you like the bitch that you are!" With that said, I went to my
bedroom, locking the door behind me.
"Kay, open the door!" Mother said, pounding on it.
"Leave me alone," I shouted. "Your nothing but a sad excuse of a mother, and I refuse
to talk to you."
Mother was just about to continue pounding, when she was interrupted by Charity.
"What's happening, Aunt Grace?" she asked curiously. "I heard shouting."
"Nothing, honey," Grace said sweetly.
Charity frowned but didn't say anything.
Meanwhile, I was in my room. Boy was I mad. All I could think about was Miguel and
Charity's relationship and the fight I had just had with Mother dearest. I had to do something
to get my mind off of those thoughts. I put the radio on to full blast, so that those melodies
could overlap my emotions - at least temporarily.
Picking up my diary, I opened it up to a new page. Retrieving my pen from my desk, I
began to write down all of my feelings: Charity's and Miguel's relationship, my love for
Miguel, why I couldn't tell him how I felt, my spat(s) with Mother, why she considered me the
black sheep of the family, and other rantings. The last sentence of my entry was the following:
"I wish Charity never came to Harmony!!"
Half an hour later, I turned the music off and closed my diary. Unlocking the door to
the bedroom I shared with Jessica, I headed downstairs. I was very hungry.
As I was going to the kitchen, Jessica was making her way up the stairs.
"Where are you going?" I asked her.
"To our room," Jessica said simply.
"Did Miguel leave?" I asked.
"Ya, why?" she inquired.
"Oh, no reason," I said quickly. Only Daddy knew how I felt about Miguel. Jessica,
Mother, or Charity did not know of my love for my best friend. I couldn't let any of them know
about my love for Miguel. Especially NOT him. At least not yet.
{A/N: I hope u liked this first chapter. I really liked the title and I hope u did 2. the
next chapter includes a few kay and miguel moments. enjoy. please r/r. peace out}
"I love you, Miguel."
"I love you, too, Charity."
I, Kathleen Elizabeth Bennett thought I was going to be sick. If I heard those words
again, I might just scream and expose the secret I had kept inside of me for the past few
years. That I was head over heels in love with my best friend, Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald.
"Aww, you two are SO cute together!" my sister Jessica exclaimed. "Don't you agree,
Kay?" she asked, turning to look at me.
"What?" I said absent-mindedly. "Oh, ya. Umm, I don't feel good. I think I'll go
upstairs to rest."
Neither Jessica or Charity seemed to notice or care. Miguel looked up at me oddly but
didn't say a word. Charity began to kiss him, trying to get his attention away from me as I
went up the stairs, restraining myself from going and ripping all of the hair off that dumb
blonde cousin of mine.
As I got upstairs, I passed by my father, Daddy as I called him.
"Hi, honey," he said, kissing my forehead.
"Hi, Daddy," I said, my tone giving away how I felt. Defeated. Lost. Pathetic.
Worthless. Unlovable. You name it.
"What's wrong, Kat?" he asked, calling me by the special name he had created for me
when I was just a kid.
"I don't feel good," I said. I tried not to make him worry. I wasn't sick or anything,
unless you'd count exposure to Miguel and Charity's relationship an illness.
"Oh," Daddy said. "Well I have to go to work, but hold on let me tell your mother, so
she'll check up on you when she can."
I opened my mouth to protest and tell him that that wasn't necessary, but it was too
late.
"Grace?" he called out.
"Yeah?" Mother said, coming by us in the hallway. "What's going on?"
"Kay is sick. I have to be at the station, but I thought you should know so you can find
out what's wrong with her."
"Ok," she said in a small, reluctant voice.
Daddy kissed the both of us goodbye as he went off to the police station.
Mother gave me a once-over. "You seem fine, Kay," she said, walking back to where
she came from.
I grabbed her by the shoulder before she reached the room, spinning her around to face
me. "So that's all, huh?" I said. I wasn't REALLY sick but that was beside the point. She
didn't even care! What kind of a mother was that?! Not a good one - that's for sure.
"Yes, Kay!" she practically shouted, getting angry. "I have more important stuff to do.
Besides, you're old enough to take care of yourself."
"That may be true, Mother," I retaliated. "But there is a difference between me being
able to take care for myself and having someone - oh like a mother for instance - show that
they care about me. You obviously don't. Some mother you are!"
She slapped me hard on the cheek. "I will not have you say such things!" she scolded.
A grin crossed my face. "Well, then maybe if you show that you love and care for me
once in a while, I won't treat you like the bitch that you are!" With that said, I went to my
bedroom, locking the door behind me.
"Kay, open the door!" Mother said, pounding on it.
"Leave me alone," I shouted. "Your nothing but a sad excuse of a mother, and I refuse
to talk to you."
Mother was just about to continue pounding, when she was interrupted by Charity.
"What's happening, Aunt Grace?" she asked curiously. "I heard shouting."
"Nothing, honey," Grace said sweetly.
Charity frowned but didn't say anything.
Meanwhile, I was in my room. Boy was I mad. All I could think about was Miguel and
Charity's relationship and the fight I had just had with Mother dearest. I had to do something
to get my mind off of those thoughts. I put the radio on to full blast, so that those melodies
could overlap my emotions - at least temporarily.
Picking up my diary, I opened it up to a new page. Retrieving my pen from my desk, I
began to write down all of my feelings: Charity's and Miguel's relationship, my love for
Miguel, why I couldn't tell him how I felt, my spat(s) with Mother, why she considered me the
black sheep of the family, and other rantings. The last sentence of my entry was the following:
"I wish Charity never came to Harmony!!"
Half an hour later, I turned the music off and closed my diary. Unlocking the door to
the bedroom I shared with Jessica, I headed downstairs. I was very hungry.
As I was going to the kitchen, Jessica was making her way up the stairs.
"Where are you going?" I asked her.
"To our room," Jessica said simply.
"Did Miguel leave?" I asked.
"Ya, why?" she inquired.
"Oh, no reason," I said quickly. Only Daddy knew how I felt about Miguel. Jessica,
Mother, or Charity did not know of my love for my best friend. I couldn't let any of them know
about my love for Miguel. Especially NOT him. At least not yet.
{A/N: I hope u liked this first chapter. I really liked the title and I hope u did 2. the
next chapter includes a few kay and miguel moments. enjoy. please r/r. peace out}