Chapter 3 _ …and a psychologist?
Ellis' POV
Kinney. That's a name familiar. I heard it before, but where? While searching my mind, I scan my files and sure enough, after a few minutes, I come across a file with the name Kayla Kinney… That would be the girl's body I was hired to find. Good God, the girl was 5…
Even after 22years in this field, I can't suppress the feeling of dread every time I have a case on missing child, and this one was particularly terrifying. The girl was kidnapped in broad daylight, just in front of the house on the lawn, a few seconds before her big brother went out running after the kidnappers'van all along the street and only two persons of the same family, living in the same house, testified that they heard Kayla's and her brother's screams and saw him that day doing just that (running and screaming after the van). One house. On the entire street. Just. One. House! Can you believe it?
Well, at first, I didn't. I walked up and down this street, knocking to all doors and asking questions as simple as "Do you know your neighbors? The ones who are right in front of your house?" to people I knew for sure that the answer to both questions was 'yes'. Believe me or not, but none of them respond in the affirmative to either… That's how I knew there was more to this family than meets the eyes.
But I wasn't exactly important; I was just a common policeman like all the others at the time but after that, thanks to this wake up case, I became a private. The kind very private. The kind whose name spreads by word of mouth, you know. And, after what Kinney said, I'm sure he intends to make good use of all my skills…
?'s POV
Love. Love is what made me live so damn long, healthy and much stronger than anyone when others would have simply cracked. It still amazes me that a simple 4-letters word can have so many meanings and levels of intensity… There's friendly-love and family-love, there's the kind of crush-love and the love that transcend death itself… And that's simply random examples!
There's so many kinds of love I'm sure nobody can see them all (except if your immortal, or psychic, or God). There's forbidden loves… Homosexuality has always been an issue in this world but I never understood why. Did you know that it was considered a mental illness until mid-nineties? Incest… That's also a forbidden love but this one I understand why people are so adamant to forbid it. It's even written in the law as something repressible! Black on white, as clear as the day that follows the night.
But it doesn't mean I don't understand these people either. I'm kind of one of them after all… Well, I mean that the love I have for my brother is way past family-love but I never acted and will never act on it, because it's nothing sexual either… See, as I told you, there's so many levels of love; nobody will ever be able to see them all or understand the complexity of most of them.
When I was little there was a very kind and loud lady who lived across the street, directly in front of our house… She used to take me and my brother in when Dad had a fit and needed to punch something (hopefully, not us!). So, B would take me in his arms and we would cross the street; once safe, the lady would give us something to eat and sometimes even cookies or sweets like that, and then B and the lady's son would go up and read comic books (me, in front of the TV) until it was time to go to bed.
Every times she took us in, she never said a word when B tucked me in and slide behind me, spooning me, cuddling on the sofa until we were both comfortable, sometimes singing an old song in Irish about a cat or whatever (I never did understand the words), whispering words of comfort and love. But, and it never failed, once the light was turn off, I would turn and hide my face in his neck, nuzzling softly his cheeks sometimes, and it was my turn to sing and to whisper all sorts of words in his naked chest until I finally fell in a deep and resting sleep with him.
And that's where and how I succeed when most have failed.
I had a more important thing to return to than a simple brother or a loving family (considering MY family, imagine just how hard it would have been for me if, it was all I had, to fight for it…). It's like real love, the one which can conquer all, which can pass whatever obstacles life throw at them, this is also like the love-hatred kind that best-friends have, this is also the family kind of course, and it's obviously the one that would make you take a bullet or any weapons in place of the other. It's all that and so much more! I can't even begin to describe all the nuances in it… Well, it's all that without the sexual part. Of course. Right? Right! But, hey, I was only five the last time I saw him! Oh! I didn't present myself: I'm Kayla Kinney… Maybe you heard talking about him? Anyway, nice to meet you!
Brian's POV
I had a fit at the Diner today… Well, I suppose you can't exactly call it a fit… It was like I snapped out of this world and looked at my body from above… And for what? Emmett called me 'Bri'! He just called me 'Bri' and the look I shot him was far more frightening than any glare I had ever shot anyone before!
I didn't understand myself either until Michael said: "It was the name his little sister called him… That or 'B'… Because she never manages to say Brian correctly, she had a little problem of pronunciation, it was cute…" He said it so softly I had to strain my ear to actually hear it. Almost as if he didn't want to disturb HER.
And for the first time in my life, I accidentally recall moments when Mickey would help Kayla doing everything and anything she asked him, because she had him wrapped around her fingers as everyone else she met. Even the ones she disliked would end up being a friend once she was finished with them. All but our own family that is. Ironic, isn't it? The ones who are supposed to love us hate us and the others seem to be drawn to us like bees to honey…
That's when I decided I needed help. Serious help. So, I passed a few calls and finally, I found the perfect choice. There's a shrink I fucked once… Yeah, perfect choice!