I'm just warning you this chapter will suck ass...

Chapter 6

Sara's POV

I cant believe it Catherine has just offered for me and Sakura to stay at her house. I almost cant control myself when she grabs my arm and starts dragging me and Sakura out to her car. When we stop she releases me and I miss the contact.

"But what about my ca-" I'm cut off by her finger pressed to my lips shushing me and my knees go weak.

"Don't worry, I'll bring you back tomorrow so you can get it"

I barely hear her words as I'm too focused on her touch and I nod my head unable to speak.

"Can we stop at my apartment so I can get some things" I finally get out.

"Sure" came her reply and I point her in the right direction. After collecting a few items from my apartment we drive to the store. We leave the store with more than we wanted. But then again most people do. The ride to Catherine's house was a quiet one, Sakura had fallen asleep and Catherine seemed to focused on the road for conversation so I just kept to myself. We reached her house and I jumped out and I gently lift Sakura up so as not to wake her. Catherine smirks at me when she sees me holding Sakura.

"What" I demand.

"Nothing, I thought you hated children" she grabbed the grocery bags and walked towards the front door.

"I never said I hated them" I follow her "I just said I wasn't good with them."

"Well it looks like your pretty good with them to me" she searches in her purse for her keys.

"That's only because we've been through almost the same hardships" I look down finding her sidewalk rather interesting. I know shes looking at me but she doesn't say anything.

"What do you mean you've been through the same hardships" she asks and I finally meet her gaze.

"Its nothing important" I say looking away again. My miserable childhood is the last thing I want to discuss.

"No I want to know" I look back up and see her holding her keys up but not showing any signs of opening the door.

"I'll tell you if you open the door" I say trying to look innocent.

"Not a chance" she narrows her eyes and I know she can see right through my lie.

"Please Catherine, she's heavy" I reposition Sakura trying to get comfortable. She only smirks at me and starts putting her keys back in her purse.

"Okay, okay I'll tell you if you let me in" hoping this time she'll fall for my lie.

"I don't know" she takes a lingering look at me and then decides that I'm telling the truth and unlocks the door. I rush in and gently lay Sakura on the couch happy to be relieved. She may be small but she's heavy. I start going back out to the car to get my stuff but Catherine immediately blocks the doorway "Sara I'm not pressuring you to tell me anything, but if there's anything you need to talk about then you should. It helps spilling it out."

"I'm fine, honest. But thanks nevertheless." I push past her.

"Sara, wait. Tell me what's going on." Her voice did not encourage any argument.

"Catherine, it was just about my childhood, ok? It's no biggie." I sigh and keep walking.

"What happened in your childhood? Who hurt you?"

"It was a long time ago. Can we not talk about it?"

"Goddamit, Sara, why do you have to be so stubborn? What will it take for you to understand that there are people who want to help you?" Catherine's eyes flashed angrily.

Normal POV

"Help? How can you help me? You can't help me! And why are you being so nice to me?" Sara's voice broke.

"Because Sara you need to know that people care about you, I care about you" Catherine pats the couch indicating for Sara to sit down which she does.

"Alright, I came from a…" Sara stops, searching for the right word "troubled family. My dad was drunk all the time and he hit me and my brother. We never did anything right. He would hit us whether he was angry or just needed to amuse himself. My mother never said stop." Sara's eyes misted. "I think it was because hitting us meant he wouldn't have time or energy to hit her."

Catherine grabbed Sara's arms.

"He just loved to be violent. He hit because he could and he enjoyed it. He liked the fact that he could commit such torture and not have anyone retaliate."

"What happened next?" Catherine managed to croak.

"Laura killed him. My mother murdered my father."

Catherine was at a loss for words. She looked at their unmoving hands, clamped together and then to Sara's downward gaze.

"Sara, I…" She didn't know how to finish that sentence. Anything she said would either sound too patronizing or insensitively clichéd.

"It's okay, Cath. I don't want you to sympathize. I just wanted you to know that none of us are above our attachments with families." Sara sighed. "For a long time I believed I was the one who was wrong. It must have been my fault that my parents never gave me the love other kids had. And yet, I think I loved my parents. If you would have asked me to lay down my life for them, I would have done so without a moment's hesitation. They were my family and I desperately clung to them even if it hurt."

Without a word, Catherine hugged the woman close and brought Sara's head to lean on her shoulder. Sara Sidle had perfected the art of not crying because it denoted weakness and she would never be weak. But right then, with herself snuggled close to Catherine and the gentlest hands comforting her, Sara couldn't stop the thudding of her veins or the flow of tears down her face. Very soon, Sara found herself unburdening in front of Catherine. Every thing that had ever pained her heart, crushed her dreams or pinched her smiles came pouring out.

Catherine listened, rarely interrupting except when she really needed something clarified. She didn't release her hold on Sara, calming the woman as much as herself being calmed. As Sara's past unraveled, Catherine felt neither pity nor disgust. She was filled with marvel for this woman who had endured everything and yet carried on with life. Somehow, it made Sara so much more human, so much more adorable.

Finally parting, their gazes locked and time both stood still and rushed past.

What the hell is happening to me? – A small voice screamed inside Sara.

"How are you feeling?" Catherine looked worried.

Horny as hell. "Uhm… fine…"

"I'll go put a pot of coffee on" Catherine got up, breaking their gaze and walked into the kitchen.

OMG I am so lost. Help help help. I don't know what to do next.