ILY Nate
Shane's P.O.V
About an hour after Nate left Jason and I got unpacked and got our beds situated. "I wonder why he stopped playing when we walked in." Jason said as he set his own guitar on his bed and set his pillows at the headboard.
"I don't know, but I'm kind of worried about him. Uncle Brown said that before he was adopted that he went through some hard times and he wants us to maybe make him feel like he has a purpose here." I said.
"Well if anything you will definitely be the one to do that." Jason said with a wink. I blushed. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked as I put my shoes under my bed. "Oh I don't know. Nate was looking at you like if you were to tell him to worship the ground you walked on he would." Jason said.
"Really? I didn't notice." I said blushing slightly.
"Yeah because you were too busy with your own drool fest over the boy. I'm not gay but I can tell when you like someone Shane. And I'll admit it. Nate's pretty cute. I'll help with the whole making him feel welcomed here, but I think there might be more to what you think there is." Jason said.
Huh? "Come on. I want to go find Isabella before dinner." Jason said as he walked out of the room. I rolled my eyes at my friend.
Isabella Fringe, is Jason's girlfriend. Beautiful girl beautiful singing voice. They live in the same town and they've came here as long as I can remember.
They started dating a few weeks after Analiese, Jason's ex-girlfriend, broke up with him. They're cute together, and believe me when I say Jason doesn't always have the best taste in girls.
[Nate's P.O.V]
I found myself by the lake. I sat on the dock looking out into the water. I was so blue and clear.
I think I might go swimming when I have a break. I sighed pulling my knees to my chest, remembering the last time I went to the lake.
It was a nice day, but like most of my nice days, ended in disaster. Meaning Kyle found a way to ruin it for all the orphans, and Mr. West told us told us we couldn't have any fun field trips.
I shuddered at the thought of Mr. West. He was a creepy forty-five year old man who stayed at the orphanage. He was like the care taker of the whole place.
He had this weird smell about him, that I can't even really describe. And he always looked at us boys and with certain boys, his gaze would last a longer than necessary.
I shuddered once again thinking about the night before I was adopted by Ms. Katy. Pushing the nightmare away I continued to look at the water.
Maybe this summer wasn't going to be all that bad.
[Shane's P.O.V]
I sat on my bed legs crossed playing my guitar as Jason walked around the cabin getting things situated.
Jason's words kept playing through my head.
Setting my guitar down I stood up and stretched. "Hey Jason? I'm gonna go find Nate. Get to know him a little better." I said before heading out.
"Don't do anything that you might regret.!" Jason called.
Rolling my eyes I walked down the path that led to other places.
I started to wards the docks letting my feet take me there.
I saw Nate's curly hair sitting on the dock.
"Hey Nate!" I said as I walked toward him. "Oh hey Shane." he said glancing at me before turning back to the water.
"I love sitting by the lake. It's always so peaceful and quiet. I love coming over to think." I said sitting next to Nate.
"Like what?" Nate asked quietly. "Whatever happened during the day. Something special like meeting someone new or getting in a fight with Jason." I said.
"Are you and Jason close?" Nate asked. "Yeah, he's like my brother. We've known each other since we were old enough to go to the camp." I explained.
"Oh." was all Nate said. "You don't talk much do you?" I asked. "Not really. I guess you can say I'm afraid to let people in." he said.
'Oh' was the only thing that ran through my mind. "How so?" I asked looking over at Nate, admiring his profile.
"Things happened when I was at the orphanage. Things that will never happen again as long as Katy owns the orphanage." Nate said grasping his wrists tight.
"Wh-What kind of things?" I asked. "You don't want to know." Nate said.
"Nate look at me. I do want to know. I want to be your friend. I want to make sure that things that shouldn't happen to anyone won't happen to you. Jason and I want to be your friend Nate. But we can't do that if you tell us what to protect you from." I said.
Nate looked at me. He sighed running his hands through his curls.
"There was this boy named Kyle Mason. Poster boy for 'Good Kids' magazine. Blonde hair blue eyes, tanned skin. He arrived at the orphanage when I was ten." Nate started.
I looked at him waiting for him to continue.
"His parents had died in a car accident and the state couldn't find any living relatives so they sent him to the orphanage.
I was a stupid ten-year old who had been living there as long as I could remember, who decided to befriend the older boy. He was thirteen.
We became friends and I showed him around the orphanage and showed him everything we could and couldn't do. Ya know the rules and such?
Well a few years passed and I was getting to the age where couples were starting to be interested in me.
Well Kyle became a little jealous. He wasn't really admired the way I was by the adoptive couples. Even though he was the better looking one. Kyle stopped talking to me after one couple who had said no to him, said yes to me.
I was so excited. That week had been amazing. The police had found the house my parents and I had lived in before they disappeared and salvaged somethings from the house. They gave them to me. The old scrapbook my mom made as I grew, my fathers guitar and a blanket that my grand mama made for me.
Like I said that week was amazing. I finally had some sort of links to my parents and then maybe have a family again.
It was the night before the meeting with the new couple. I was getting everything ready for the next day; my clothes, songs and stories I had written, my father's guitar and a few other special things.
Well it turned out Mr. West, the caretaker had heard Kyle stomping down the hallway to my room. But did nothing to stop Kyle from doing what he did." Nate explained taking a shaky breath.
"What did he do?" I asked afraid of the answer.
Nate looked at me with tears running down his face.
"He kicked the living shit out of me, then when he knew I was too weak to fight back he raped me. And Mr. West watched the hall to make sure no-one came by to investigate my screams of pain.
I was too broken to go to the interview and the couple adopted another child.
And that's what happened for the next three years; Kyle beat me and raped me whenever I had an interview." Nate said through his tears.
"I'm so sorry Nate." I said before wrapping my arms around the younger boys shoulders and pulled him into me.
"It's not going to happen anymore. I'll protect you. I promise." I said kissing Nate's curls.
And I was going to keep that promise.
