So I had been staying with the guys for about a week. I was keeping to myself a lot cuz I had learned not to trust people so much which had worked for me. I guess that's why me and Raph got along the best he didn't trust a lot of people either. He kept telling me that I was safe here and that no one could hurt me him and the others kept saying that too and I wanted to trust them but every fiber of my being said 'no'.
It wasn't until one night that I actually opened up to them a bit more than planned. I was under the couch in the living room crying over my parents' death. I lied when I said that they died a few months ago it was more like a few weeks ago. My parents weren't mean they were really nice and I missed them I never liked letting anyone see me cry that's why I was hiding. I heard a door open and close and I immediately went dead silent
"Hey Cat" Raph called I didn't answer I just stayed quiet hoping he would look elsewhere or at least give up looking for the time being.
"Cat where the shell are ya kid" he called he was right in front of the couch and right in front of where I was hiding. I made one fatal mistake I sniffed and he turned so that he would've been facing me had I been within his eyesight. He got down on his knees and then he laid on his plastron and looked at me he smiled comfortingly at me
"Hey you okay kid" he asked quietly I nodded and I wiped my cheek of the tear that was falling
"It don't look like you're okay to me" he said "seriously what's up"
"My parents" I whimpered "I lied about them to you guys"
"That's nothing to cry over" Raph said
"They didn't die a few months ago they died a few weeks ago" I told him the smile fell off his face. I got the feeling that he knew what it was like to lose someone you loved.
"Its okay Cat" he said quietly he waved for me to come out "Come on" I slid out and Raph moved so I could. He picked me up and I laid my head on his shoulder and he walked up to his room once we were at his door he walked in closing the door behind him. He walked to his hammock and he sat down on it he crossed his legs and set me down a little so that I was resting in between his legs against him. He had one arm around me and the other on the back of my head.
My parents used to hold me when I was sad or scared and the way Raph held me reminded me of them which made me cry more. Raph comforted me he kept telling me that he was there and that everything was okay.