A/N: Sorry for the wait, but there are two stories now, and so it does take longer and I'm trying my best to update regularly :D
If you don't already read Ryder's p.o.v for this story, then do start, please because his will (hopefully) always make sense, where as you won't have any idea what's happening with Kitty's p.o.v in coming chapters. These two stories are completely involved, and so intertwined that it's pretty much necessary to read both, so please do.
And Enjoy, I trust you'll all love the end of this chapter :D :D
I was sitting on the bench in the kitchen at Sugar and Ryder's house. Sugar is sitting next to me plucking bits of twigs and leaves from my usually perfectly styled hair. Ryder was sitting on the bench across from me on the other side of the kitchen. The bench was cold, I slightly shivered, despite the reasonably warm weather.
"So you're really not going to tell us anything?" he questioned.
I shook my head and he sighed leaning back against the wall.
"Up, up, up, no bums on benches, scoot, scoot, the lot of you." Some strange foreign lady walked into the kitchen clapping to the beat of her words, then her gaze landed on me.
"My god girl, what happened to you?"
Sugar practically pushes me off the bench and starts to push me somewhere else, replying snidely to the lady as we pass.
"Wouldn't you like to know." I was just guessing that she may have been the maid Sugar was always on about.
Sugar ushered me down an extremely long hallway that was decorated with expensive looking paintings (they probably were expensive paintings) in gold frames, the walls were a burgundy colour, it looked so beautiful.
"Wow the halls..." I started.
"Yeah, yeah they're beautiful, we get it!" said Sugar, harshly shoving me through a doorway, then slamming that very door in Ryder's face.
"Really Sugar!" We hear him say from the other side of the door.
"Go away Ryder! This is strictly girls business!" she screeches, then turns back to me. "Spill." I honestly don't understand how Sugar never has a sore throat, what with all the screeching she does.
"Let me in please," said Ryder as he banged on the door.
"Let him in," I say, "Won't make a difference, because I'm not telling anyone anything." I can't. "No one needs to know." They might.
Sugar reluctantly opens the door, scowling at Ryder. Ignoring her, he walks straight past her through the door and sits on the pink zebra print sofa next to me.
Pulling a face Ryder tells of his distaste for the statement piece of furniture in Sugar's room "This thing is horrible," he grumbles, patting the seat. It is horrible, it really is.
"Shush or you're out," states Sugar bluntly, placing both hands on her hips. Ryder holds up both hands in defence and slumps back into the couch.
Sugar looks at me, and I cross my legs and fold my arms (painfully so) then look away from the both of them.
After about ten minutes of silence Sugar finally starts talking agin. I was relieved, I had seriously thought something was wrong with her.
"I know what it is." She states, so certain of herself, too certain. But Ryder looks suddenly interested at the prospect of Sugar knowing what's wrong with me.
"You got lost, so you came here to get cleaned up then get us to take you back home!" Ryder nods in approval, Sugar seems so pleased with herself.
"NO!" I frantically scream, causing both Sugar and Ryder to jump. "I'm not going home, you can't make me go home, not home." I hunch over and pull my knees up to meet my chin, wrapping my arms around them.
Way to not seem suspicious Kitty!
I then feel a comforting hand on my back, "It's okay Kitty, if you don't want to go home, you don't have to. We have plenty of room here." Ryder smiles at me, and I find myself ever so sightly smiling back.
...
I woke up from an awful nightmare, sweating and gasping.
Sitting up I look around me I didn't recognise anything in this large room, so I start to panic. Maybe I hadn't woken up yet. I quickly get out of the enormous double bed and cross the room to the door. Opening the door didn't give me any recognition as to where I was.
I didn't know what a panic attack felt like, but I think I was having one.
"Oh god," I sighed, hey now, look at me, taking the lords name in vain. But back to more important matters. I stepped into the long burgundy and gold hall. I run my fingers along the wall, it was cool to the touch, with a slight texture that made my fingers tingle. Sighing I drop my hand to my side, then quickly cross my arms, pouting. I kind of need the bathroom, and I'm experiencing some kind of memory loss, so I'll never find the damn thing. I hear something, like a door closing, like maybe a fridge door, possibly, and I jump.
Stubbing my toe on door frame, truly proves that I'm awake.
"Shit, shit, shit!" I was hoping, making my down the hall, hopefully in the direction of the bathroom.
I didn't get very far though maybe a quarter of the way down the hall. I slumped against the wall and slid onto the floor. "Ouch," I exclaimed.
"You know Kitty, you can be really funny sometimes. You make me laugh." I look up to see Ryder in all his shirtless glory, coming down the hall from the direction I was headed. Everything came back to me, I was at Ryder's house, and I was safe, my dad couldn't get me here.
"Good to know," I sarcastically stated. "Glad to know I look like a fool when I'm hurt."
"You don't look like a fool, or maybe you do, but everyone looks like that when they stub their toe." He sits down next to me. "It's a fact of life."
"Unless you are a vampire," I smile. This causes him to look down, but I notice the smile he's trying to hide.
"There's that." He gives up on the not smiling façade as he turns back to me. "And there's also, you wanna tell me why it looks like you took a bath in your pyjamas."
"Cause maybe I did." I didn't want to tell him I'd been having a sweaty nightmare, gross. Although he would probably figure it out. "What time is it?" I ask, softly leaning my head on his shoulder. The skin was smooth but, his arm was like really hard.
"I don't know, about three, maybe. Hey! Don't change the subject!" I sit back up. "Did you have a nightmare or something?"
Knew it.
"Maybe," I said, making sure my green eyes don't meet his brown (really nice brown eyes). He gives me the 'tell me the truth' look.
"Yes," I sighed. "I had a nightmare, but I don't want to talk about it!"
I had been about my father, my horrible, sick-mined ass of a father. In my nightmare he had found me, he just showed up and took me away. My friends didn't stop him because they didn't know I wasn't safe with him, because I'd never told them. I've officially given up on getting his approval, and hopefully because of this I can better and not be bulimic anymore. All this is mostly because I'm not going home. Ever, at least not as long as I have a say in the matter.
I can't go home, it's not safe for me there. And it's not fair, I miss Ethan. Ethan was the happiest thing I'd known at all since he was born. Of course my father had started treating me worse, but Ethan got me through it, barley, but he was definitely a major help. But when my father starts trying to 'give' me to his friends, well that's something no one should have to go through, even my little brother wouldn't have been able to help me. I hate to even think that.
Sometimes I think that maybe if I tell Sugar or Ryder about my dad, that maybe, possibly things might get better. I would know for sure that I would be staying with them and that they'd never make me go home. But something's stopping me from telling them, and I have no idea what it could be.
"Kitty, why do you have so many secrets?" Ryder turns slightly toward me. "There's obviously something big that's bothering you. Telling people can help, so you need to know I'm here to listen to whatever you have to say."
I look down, "I just can't tell," I whisper. "You or anyone."
Ryder leans in closer to me. I'm fully aware of the heat radiating from his body as he tilts my head back up to look at him. "You can trust me."
Then his lips softly meet mine.
A/N: So was that worth the wait, tell me your thoughts, and I'll reply :D