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No one exactly asked for this chapter, but I felt like writing it, so here it is!
it took me a while to write it, and I don't think it's perfect, but what is?
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As soon as I was in dreamland, I could hear faint sounds coming from reality. I could feel myself being dragged into the real world, and being taken from the place where I felt safe, and the only thing that could hurt me was my imagination. 'Kendall ... Keeennndddaaallllllll ... KENDALL.' The echoes of my name grew louder and louder, bellowing through my ears until my eyes peered open and my face was greeted with a pillow being thrown at my face. 'UUrrggghhhhh.' I moaned as the pillow bounced off my face, and onto the floor 'go awaayyy.'. 'Dude. Get up.' The familiar voice responded bluntly. As my eyes slowly opened, I saw James staring at me, with his arms crossed with a look on his face which said 'If you don't get up, I will hurt you.' I sighed as I sat upright in my bed, and moved my legs so my feet was touching the cold, hard floor. 'Good' James grinned, 'you're up! now help us set up for your Mom's party!'. 'Mom's party?' I thought, whilst staring at James, 'The Party.' I exclaimed standing up and began searching my room, 'I forgot it was today!'. James looked at me 'I know' he said bluntly, 'but remember, don't mention it to her!' he spoke, leaving the room. When he go to the door, he turned around 'Also ... have you seen my extra supply of Cuda man spray?' the pretty boy questioned. 'James,' I laughed, 'you know what happened last time you used it!'. Just the though of his allergic reaction made me laugh, but i cared about him too much to mention it often. 'I know,' James Began, 'but there's a girl, and she's really pretty, and- wait, why am I telling you? all you need to know is operation bandanna man 2.0, is a-go!' Before I knew it, James had waggled his fingers in front of his face, and was out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

As I paced around the room, between the two messy beds at opposite sides of the room, thoughts from this morning was flooding through my mind. Carlos knew. 'No he doesn't' My conscience laughed 'That guy is too thick to know what day it is, let alone what his best friends Dad did to him.' 'Hey!' I argued 'Carlos is smart, and nice, and unlike you, doesn't haunt me.' 'What ever' my conscience answered 'but I'll be back quicker than he will.'As soon as it was here, it was gone. Leaving me even more alone. Every other day of the year was hard, but birthdays was harder. Especially my fourth birthday ...

The feeling still lays inside me to this day.
The feeling of pain and misery.
The feeling of disappointment.

Word's can't describe how unprepared for this day I was. your 4th birthday is supposed to be fun, and full of happiness and joy. And yes, I did have fun, but it was from that day on that I never trusted the man ever again.
I remember the phone call from him I got a few days before this one, when he thought it was my birthday, and apologized for not being there.
Being a child I took everything he said literally & forgave him, and told him it was my birthday party in a few days & that he should come.
He accepted.
All day I waited for him to come.
I even took the phone around the house with me that day in case he rang and I missed it.
But still.
Nothing.
Not a phone call.
Not even really late at night.
I was heart broken, like any 4 year old would be ...

Ever since that day, I've never forgiven him. 'Why,'I thought, 'Why did he choose today?'. I never liked to see anyone hurt, especially my Mom. for me, growing up consisted of finding out the truth about the first 3 years of my life. They may not be perfect, but they're mine. Listening to the story's my Mom told me when I was old enough to hear them made me appreciate everything she's ever done for me, my baby sister, and even my best friends. Now today, for her, I had to act like everything was okay.

I breathed in through my nose. I breathed out through my mouth. 'I'm fine.' I repeated, over, and over, until I believed it myself. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and plastered a fake smile on my face. 'If I can get through today, I can get through anything.' I thought. Just before all of the pain in my mind crept back, a smile appeared at the door. 'Hey!' the lips spoke. As I turned around, it was Jo. I really really really liked her, but she didn't know. 'Hey!' I replied, hiding the pain behind my eyes with the reflection of her joy which was beaming off her like light. She made me happy ... more happy than you could ever imagine. If she knew about my past, then she'd judge me, another reason why I need to hide what's happening today for a little longer. 'Are you ready?' she questioned, still smiling. 'Yeah, I'm so ready!' I replied. 'No but ... are you sure?' she asked, pointing her index finger at my clothes. I looked down. I was still in my pyjamas. 'Oh' I blushed' I'll be 5 minutes.' 'Okay!' she giggled, closing the door behind her.
Now I had to get ready.
Ready for one of the worst days of my life.

'You're Kendall Knight' I muttered, turning around and looking at my reflection in the mirror, 'and you can do this.'

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