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Previously On The Silent Victim
I signed the bottom of the page with my name, then closed my notebook while my teacher passed around a sheet, it was a writing activity. The teacher told us to pick a partner, someone we didn't know a lot about, and learn more about them in the next 2 weeks.
Mikayla turned around and asked me if I wanted to be her partner, I didn't have anyone else so I nodded. The orange haired boy turned around and glared at me.
Chapter 5
Can't You Hear?
"Alright than class the sooner we start the better, so I suggest you each go to your partners house to get a head start." Mrs. Adams said as the class started gathering their things.
"And tomorrow you will be sitting next to your partners, so don't forget and have fun!" She said as the class started leaving. I took my time packing my things away when someone poked me in the shoulder.
"Hey partner!" Mikayla said excitedly. After I waved back to her she told me to follow her. She walked out of the classroom and towards a locker, her locker. I followed closely behind until we got there.
"So I was thinking we could go to your house?" I was confused for a second until I remembered it was part of the project, so I shook my head.
"Okay. We'll go to my house this time, but we'll have to go to your house eventually." I raised one of my eyebrows as if asking why.
"Because I have to learn more about you, like things you like to do, what you like to eat, and your family." She said with a smile on her face. I nodded slowly wondering how I could tell her that I didn't have a family.
"Okay then, let's go!" She shut her locker, grabbed my hand the dragged me out of the school. My mind went blank the second her hand touched mine, I felt sparks shoot up my hand. My mom once told me that's how she felt when she was with my dad, it meant they loved each other, and were meant to be with each other. Does that mean I love Mikayla, does it mean were meant to be together?
When I came back from my thoughts I realized I wasn't in school, I was at a familiar place.
"This is where I live Brady." Mikayla said while I started at the castle in front of me.
"Do you remember the castle?" She asked while I nodded remembering the time I came here to get my walking stick.
"Daddy!" Mikayla yelled, so loud that I covered my ears. A man very tall came down the stairs, picked Mikayla up and spun her around while she giggled.
"How was your day baby girl?" The man asked.
"It was good. We have a project where we have to learn more about out partner, Brady's my partner, see; he's over there." She pointed to me while I waved shyly. He looked at me than back at Mikayla.
"Mikayla.. Why didn't you pick Boz as your partner?" He whispered thinking I couldn't hear him.
"Because daddy, we have to pick someone we don't know about, and I know enough about boring old Boz." I felt the corners of my mouth twitch at the last part of her answer. She caught it and smiled at me.
"Alright then, you show him around while I go inform the king and queen about him." Mikayla nodded then smiled at me while her father left.
"We call this the plaza." She said while she spun around in a small circle.
"Let's go to my room." She said while she started walking up the stairs, I followed her up the stairs, and down a long hallway.
When we got to her room she told me to sit down, so I sat on the chair next to the desk. She laid down on her bed and stared at the ceiling.
"My favourite colour is blue, I like music, I love singing and dancing, even if I'm terrible at it, I love my dad and mom more than anything. Oh, my dad was the guy downstairs." I nodded and started realizing how much we had in common.
"My best friends are Rebecca, Candace, Boomer, oh and you." My looked at her confused after hearing my name.
"We are friends... aren't we Brady?" She asked nervously. I nodded.
"Good, because I like you, you're different." I looked at her, then into her eyes when I had a memory of something my father once told me.
"Why do you and mommy kiss all the time?" I asked. My father looked down at me and smiled.
"Because I love her son. Why are you asking?" My father questioned.
"Because its gross." I said while scrunching my nose in disgust.
"Well, in a couple of years you're going to find someone to kiss." My father said smiling.
"But I don't love anyone daddy." I said slightly confused.
"Maybe not now, but later on your going to find someone you want to spend the rest of your life with."
"But I don't want to love anyone! Girls have cooties!" I shouted.
"You know, that's the exact thing I said to my dad, but do you know what he said to me?" He asked.
"What?" I said sitting closer to my father.
"You don't get to pick who you love, it comes naturally." My father said while standing up and beginning to walk away.
"What does it mean?" I asked.
"When you know, you know." He replied.
"But what if she doesn't love me?"
"If your meant to be, she'll know. But sometimes it takes a little convincing son, if that's the case, show her everything there is to love about you. And remember, you'll know you love her when you get butterflies just looking at her. When she's always on your mind. When you miss her like crazy when she's gone. Every time you kiss you feel fireworks. You'll feel it." He said as he walked up the stairs.
"Brady?" A voice asked bringing me back to reality. I stared at the girl in front of me wondering; Could this be the girl I fall in love with? Could this be the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with? I guess only time will tell.
"We've already walked around most of the castle, so I'm going to show you two of my friends." She said as she motioned for me to follow her with her hands. We walked down two flights of stairs and a hallway before we stopped in front of a room. Mikayla knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" A voice on the other side of the door shouted.
"It's Mikayla, Boomer!" Mikayla shouted back, while the sound of footsteps were getting louder, until the door opened.
"What's up Mikayla?" The boy asked as he walked back into the room while we walked in.
"Nothing, I just wanted you to meet Brady." She said while stepping aside so the boy could see me.
"Mikayla.." The boy whispered. Mikayla looked at him confused.
"Boz went surfing, he's going to be back soon." He said in a nervous voice. I wondered why he seemed so frightened by this Boz person.
"Yo Boom, the waves are ha-uge!" A boy shouted while placing something on the ground, I couldn't see his face but the back of his head was all too familiar.
"Hey Mikayla!" The boy turned around and gave Mikayla a hug. She seemed hesitant at first but hugged him back.
"I want you guys to meet Brady." She said while pointing to me. After I saw the look on the boys face I looked for an escape, but the door that was open was now closed.
"You remember the project were doing? Brady's my partner so I decided to get that head start and invite him over here to meet my family." She said while stepping next to me.
"While why couldn't you go to his house." The boy demanded. Mikayla shrugged, as the boy stepped closer to me.
"Leave, now." He ordered, but I didn't move a muscle. He took another step closer as the boy from before stepped between us.
"Come on Boz. Just leave him alone, it's for a project." The boy said as I remembered he was the boy from school who told me to just ignore the orange-haired boy.
"While then, do the project at his house." He said in a calmer voice. Mikayla who was oblivious to the hate coming from the orange-haired boy stepped in nodding her head.
"That's a great idea! You've already met my dad and seen some of the castle, so let's go to your house." She suggested smiling. As I remembered that the orange-haired boy who I now assume is Boz is a prince, I nodded, and left the room with Mikayla following close behind.
We walked through the forest for around fifteen minutes, until we reached my house. I took the key from my pocket and unlocked the door. Mikayla walked in and started looking around.
"Why is it so dark?" She asked. I simply shrugged my shoulders in response, I live in a darker place in the forest that only gets light in the morning, it's probably sometime in the afternoon by now.
"Quiet too. Not anything like my home, where's your parents?" She asked while I walked past her up the stairs ignoring her question. I could hear her footsteps closely behind. When we reached my room, she jumped onto my bed while I put my notebooks away.
"Tell me something about yourself." I took out a piece of paper and wrote down a few things.
"You like the colour blue too?" I nodded.
"That's awesome!" She said, then returned to reading the paper.
"You like learning new things, just like me." She smiled at me before returning to the paper in her hands.
"You like to write. About what?" She asked as she handed me back the paper, which I quickly wrote down a response.
"You like Poetry? I love poetry, I didn't think anybody else in our class knew about it." She looked into my eyes before speaking again.
"We have a lot in common." She said while handing me my paper.
"I still have fifteen minutes before I have to go home, so what should we do next?" She asked while walking around my room then stopping and picking up a picture frame.
"Are these your parents?" She asked as I stood next to her taking the picture into my hands. I nodded while putting the picture back. I grabbed my notebook and pen, then walked down the stairs. We walked around for five minutes until we reached the beach; my favourite place.
"Wow. The sky looks so beautiful." I followed her eyes to see that the sun was setting, the sky was painted an array of pink, orange and yellow, the clouds held the promise of a calm, peaceful night, and the pale glow of the moon was beginning to show.
I looked back at Mikayla to see that she was staring at me. I remember seeing a movie once where a boy and a girl were watching a sunset together then the boy grabbed the girl's hand, my mom said it was romantic.
I looked down at Mikayla's hand, then at her face. She was now watching the sunset so I took it as my opportunity and grabbed her hand. She didn't look at me, and for a second I thought it was stupid until I saw her eyes light up, and the corners of her mouth curled, as the dimples in her cheeks appeared and her enjoyment of the moment became evident.
She looked at me and was about to say something until we heard a voice.
"Mikayla! Mikayla!" The voice shouted and Mikayla reacted by instantly dropping my hand as if she didn't want anyone to see that we were holding hands. A boy appeared from the bushes and ran towards Mikayla.
"Where were you? Everyone was so worried!" The boy shouted causing Mikayla to flinch. He dragged her away without noticing me as I waited expecting her to turn around and say something, anything, but I was left staring at the back of her head. I ran a hand through my hair and sat down realizing she was probably embarrassed to be seen with me, I'm a freak anyways.
I grabbed my notebook and pen which I dropped on the ground when we got here. I opened to a blank page and started writing.
Can't You Hear?
Can't you hear?
I'm crying,
But they're silent tears.
I'm crying on the inside so you can't see,
All the pain that runs through me.
I cry for my parents.
I cry for me.
I cry for the boy,
I will never again be.
My world is so empty,
All that's left is pain.
I lost the sunshine that lit my way,
Now all I have is never ending rain.
I signed my name at the bottom of the paper, and closed my notebook. I laid down on sand and closed my eyes. I opened them after feeling something wet on my nose, I looked up and watched as the rain started falling. I closed my eyes again and this time I didn't see my parents, instead I saw Mikayla and the smile that I put on her face.
Hope you liked the chapter, I'm going to try to include a Bra-Kayla moment in all the chapters from now on, don't forget to review and vote on where you think Brady's birthmark should be.