Back and Forth

Chapter Thirteen

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I read the list my parents sent me, over once again. It's a list of what I need, according to them, for America. One of them being lose weight and tan. I swear they need to control everything about me and if they can't they freak out. Zayn is the perfect example of that. They have this perfect image of what I should be, the thing is, it's all unrealistic things. I can't possibly ever make them proud.

I crumble the stupid paper up before throwing it in some random desk draw. I rest my head in my hands and sigh. I feel so overwhelmed. Zayn isn't answering any of my calls and I have to worry about taking Mikey and Stella back home today.

They are currently in the rooms they are staying, gathering walk their things. Tomorrow Mandy will be going to check out their home environment and hopefully get them out of there. Jason and Mandy will take care of them and I hope they get to foster them.

I walk into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. I haven't been able to sleep much at night so I'm exhausted. I lightly hum to myself and lean against the kitchen's island. My head is pounding and so many things are annoying me. Then, as I think about all those things and my pounding headache, I break down.

I full on sob and tears over flow my eyes. I close my eyes as I gasp for air. I grip the counter top and squeeze my hand as tight as I can. My breathing is harsh and loud. it feels like I'm literally falling apart, right there in the kitchen.

"Kasie?" a small voice calls out and I snap my head up towards Mikey. I quickly pull myself together and push myself off the counter.

"Hey, Mikey," I wipe my face. "What are you doing?"

"Are you okay?" he walks over to me.

"Of course," I smile at him, he looks really concerned and I feel bad for letting myself go like that when Stella or him could see.

"Mummy used to cry like a lot," he tells me and I look at him sad. He then takes me hand in his small one and I makes me like him even more. He is so cute.

"I'm sorry, Mikey," I move to sit on the kitchen floor. Maybe it's not the most comfortable, but considering the maids were just here I don't care as long as it's clean. Mikey sits down beside me, not letting go of my hand.

"Stella does too and now you," he sighs. I don't reply and just look at him. He is so young and shouldn't have to deal with this stuff. Same for Stella, and it really hurts me that they do.

"I don't Mikey," I promise. "It's just today I'm a little sick."

"You aren't sad?" he asks, looking a lot happier.

"Course not," I lie with a reassuring smile.

"Good I don't like seeing you sad." he tells me and he is now playing with my fingers. "I don't like my favorite persons sad." his little words make my heart flutter and I pull him into a hug. Tears threaten to fall again, but I hold them back for Mikey's sake.

"You're one of my favorite people too," I tell him.

He pulls away from me with a big smile on his face. "We're bestfriends 'member?"

"I remember," I reply and I help him stand up when I do. "Now let's go finish getting all your stuff."

"'Tella said we can't take the things we got at the mall," he tells me and I frown.

"How come?" I ask but all he does is shrug.

I lead Mikey up the stairs and let him play with his toys while I go talk to Stella. When I enter her room she is sitting down on the bed moving thing around in her duffle bag. She doesn't notice me at fist so I clear my throat. Her head snaps up at me and she sighs.