You Belong to Me

His Story

*authors note*

I was trying to make a little play on words with the title here. Let me know if you get the joke
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P.S. I make really terrible jokes that are only funny to me so please don't hurt my feelings if you don't laugh at it 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

The picture was of a very beautiful and young Asian woman with long hair braided over her shoulder. She was posed so her side profile showed the impressive baby bump she was carrying. Something about her eyes seemed so familiar to me but I couldn't figure out why.

Kai noticed I had picked it up. And froze like he was scared of it.

I looked at him. "Who is she? She's beautiful." I complimented.

He averted my gaze and moved his hands away to tuck them behind his head, the mood lost now. "My mother."

That's where I thought I saw those eyes! He looks almost exactly like her!

"Wow, she's so pretty. Where is she?" I asked unashamedly, getting carried away.

"Dead. She didn't make it through my delivery." He responded coldly.

"Oh. I'm so sorry." I felt so horrible asking now.

"Don't be." His sudden aloofness was startling.

"But don't you miss her?" This moment was making me think of my own parents and how much I miss them.

He shrugged like it was no big deal. "Can't really miss someone you never knew." His eyes were fixated on the ceiling.

"But what about your dad?"

Dear Evie, please shut the fuck up! Don't be so nosy!

"Yeah. He's still alive but..." it's obvious he's not ready to have this conversation.

I gently put the picture back where I found it and closed the drawer.

"I'm sorry." I got off top of him and laid by his side.

He moved his arm so I could lay next to him, his silent way of letting me know it's okay.

"I remember the night we met, you told me your parents were gone too. How did it happen?" He tried to shift the subject.

Most people, when they ask about my family and I tell them how alone I am, they usually feel awkward and stop talking to me immediately. Making me feel even worse and not welcomed to talk about it. But I've never been asked to tell the story. It was almost refreshing to be allowed to talk about my grief so I can heal more.

"I was still in high school. I hadn't even started my senior year yet when the police came to my house that night to tell me," I paused briefly as I vividly recalled that exact moment.

The flashing lights and cars that pulled into my driveway had me scared I was going to be in trouble. Despite the fact I had literally never done anything bad in my life, never even stolen candy or something.

My parents had gone out for their weekly date night, which I usually went with them but not this time. They kissed me goodbye in my bedroom, leaving me by myself so I could work on my summer reading list that my senior year English teacher gave out to everybody before we even met him. When the storm hit, our house lost its power for a couple hours but I never even thought of how bad the roads could be.

"That night there was a really bad storm and they got washed away off a bridge." The sniffles were back. I buried my face against his chest.

"I'm sorry. I can't even imagine being a teen who finds out her parents aren't coming home ever again." He spoke softly after a long moment of quiet, his hand on my back making soft circles.