This one is a bit short, My apologies. You'll find out why.
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Kale limped behind Kendall, carrying two small red suitcases stuffed full with all her clothes and shoes. They had just arrived at his luxury red brick townhouse on the Upper East Side of New York. Kids were running up and down the clean sidewalks, cars and taxis zooming past without a care. It was a beautiful sight; she had never seen this side of New York.
Kendall took her bags and told Kale to wait at the bottom of the stairs while he carried them up to the door with ease and quickly came hopping back down. "Okay, let me help you up. Here."He outstretched his hand with a friendly smile. "I think I can get up there by myself."Kale's voice was still shaking even after four days in the hospital. Kendall just chuckled as he bent down and scooped Kale up bridal style, the blondes both beginning to laugh uncontrollably. Kale threw her arms around Kendall's neck for the second time, missing the feeling of the first time that seemed to happen ages ago. Kendall easily brought them both up the stairs, also managing to get the door open while still holding tight to Kale's body.
Kale's jaw dropped at the breathtaking sight of the three-story townhouse, cherry wood floors, intricate paintings on the walls, vast living spaces. It was everything Kale had ever wanted in a home. Kendall set her down and brought the bags inside, Kale cringing at the loss of his muscular arms around her. But even after losing Kendall's touch, her heart still felt like a kid in a candy store. She'd never been somewhere so extravagant, so perfect and it surprised her that a seemingly laid back guy like Kendall lived here.
"This is your place?"Kale asked, counting the endless wooden stairs that led up to the mysterious second and third floors.
"Yeah. My grandma used to be an interior designer and this was her house before she died. She gave it to me in her will."Kendall explained placing her suitcases on the right side of the dark wooden door. "You like it?"
'Like it' was an understatement. She was studying at NYU to be an interior designer and it was people like Kendall's grandmother she strived to be like. It was job done better-than-well."It's amazing."Her small voice croaked, as she slowly limped to the open living room, flat screen Samsung television, crisp white L-Shaped couch decorated with bright yellow pillows, a dark wooden glass coffee table that lay atop a fuzzy white rug. Tons of books decorated the cases next to the television, all discussing topics of law and few fantasy books here and there. She lowered herself onto the couch, sinking into the warmth and comfort.
"Thanks. My grandma would appreciate it."
She smiled, pulling her legs under her as if she was a little girl again. She took in the surroundings fully this time.
An awful thought seem to ring through her mind as Kendall walked away, her mother's rose garden.
She had forgotten all about it in her time at the hospital and she knew her mother was looking down her, shedding tears in disappointment. How could she have forgotten the one thing that kept her mother going?
When Kale was six years old, her mother took her to a vacant area of New York, one of the few places solely surrounded by lush green foliage. It was too thin of an area to be called a forest, so it didn't have a name. It was different, unclassified, kind of like Kale herself.
Kale's mother held tightly to her hand as the two stepped over rocks and pushed past growing ferns until they reached their destination. It was a large patch of soil in the middle of the trees growing dozens of beautiful roses almost as tall as the trees themselves or at least that's how Kale saw it. She always wondered where her mother got the beautiful roses that decorated their home and now she had figured it out. "Ok, Kale," She remembered her mother saying, platinum blonde hairs pulled up to the top of her head in a messy bun, "If anything ever happens to mommy, I want you to take care of this garden. Don't let anyone mess with it or take it away from you. Ok?" The six year old nodded, with a confused expression. "What's going to happen to you, mommy?"She thought her mother's leave would be immediate, her six year old brain couldn't fathom that she meant sometime in the future. Her mother sighed, looking away from her daughter for a brief second. "Just in case, Kale, alright?" Kale nodded again all confusion wiped away from her face. The two spent the rest of the day there, watching insects fly by their undisturbed garden and talking about their problems, well, mostly the trivial problems of Kale's six-year-old life.
Her body started to shake uncontrollably. Who knows what could've happen to it in the time she'd been away? Her heart's pace was starting to pick up, what was she going to do? She knew Kendall would never let her out of his home at a time like this. The man would obviously be after her, but she had to check on her mother's garden, if only for a few minutes.
She'd never snuck out before for fear of repercussions, but she had constantly thought about it. Getting away from her house and just being by herself. She slipped her body off the couch with ease, not making a sound. Her footsteps were quiet, but the shooting pain in her right leg was hindering her from making the quick getaway she wanted. She counted how many more steps it would take her to get to the door if she went at this pace, her heartbeat still growing in speed. Kendall would be so angry when he found out, but at this point. She didn't care. She needed to check on her mother's garden. It was an obligation, the only thing that would keep her mother proud of her. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief when her hand hit the crystal doorknob, twisting it ever so slightly and making her way out without a trace.
"Hey, so what do you want for din-"Kendall stopped mid sentence as he entered the living room and realized that the blonde was no longer on his couch. "Kale?"He yelled to the upstairs portion of his home with no answer. Her bags were still undisturbed next to the door, but he did notice a slight breeze entering his home.
His heart rose in his throat as he realized the door was in fact cracked open and Kale was no longer in his house, but out there in New York, with nothing but a jacket and a hurt leg. On instinct, he dashed outside, hopping into his car and speeding away with no other intent but to find her.
