His Scars

12. Devastation

I wrote Kane's bit (you'll know when you reach it) to this song

Once I began, I couldn't even stop to take a breath. It all just came flowing out. I hope I've done it justice 

Do comment and let me know :) 

SAGE 

I  was in a pretty good mood.  I usually was after a family night. We usually played games like Charades or Pictionary. My parents and brother would be happily drunk by the time dinner rolled around. I still had to pretend I  didn't drink. Caleb snuck me sips of his drink though. 

We would play music as I heated dinner and laid the table, considering everyone else was too shitfaced to. My father would grab my mum's hand and drag her around the kitchen in what was an excuse for dancing. He was terrible at it but my mother absolutely loved it. She was a fabulous dancer but  she adjust her movements to his clumsiness. 

Caleb on the other hand would either pretend to have a partner or cuddle a bottle of Whiskey as he too swayed around the kitchen. Sometimes, he would grab my hand and twirl me till I was dizzy. 

The volume of the music would be lowered to allow conversation when dinner began, even though it was mostly senseless chatter and laughing. I usually went to sleep still giggling. 

These were my favourite nights. I was acutely aware of how amazing my family was. I knew how lucky I was that  my parents were still together and that  I had a brother who, although he loved to get on my case and terrorise me, loved me to no end. We had no issues where finances were concerned. Although we were taught to use money wisely, it was not something that ever held us back. If we ever had any financial crises growing up, my brother and I never found out.  

It was a joke in the family that we simply grew up on love and fresh air. 

I walked to school with a skip in my  step, music in my ears and anticipation. Anticipation at seeing the one face that seemed to haunt my dreams. The face that would no doubt, greet me with a bland expression when I saw it, unaware at the butterflies that it caused in my stomach. 

When he finally walked into class that  morning though, he didn't look as fresh as I felt. He flopped into  the chair next to me and pulled his hood off. He had dark circles and an irritated look on his face. 

"I'm guessing you had fun last night?" I smirked. He and Matt had attended a party outside the campus. It must have been a rager from Kane's current state. 

His eyes slid to mine, making my heart race. Even when they were tired, their intensity was not dimmed. 

"You seem fresh as a daisy." He remarked bitterly and I laughed. 

"Yes, because I didn't drink till I dropped." 

He rubbed his hands over his face and then through his hair, leaving it ruffled and unkempt. I laughed and brushed it down with my fingers. It was an action without any thought behind it. Both of us froze for a second. 

I blushed and retracting my hand, trying to ignore how soft his hair felt under my fingers. 

"It's uh...all over the place." I offered and he sighed, brushing it down with his own fingers. 

I left my hand palm up on my lap, not wanted the ghost of the touch to fade. 

I watched as he struggled with his hair and laughed. Taking out a hairbrush from my bag, I offered it to him. 

He glared at me. "Did you enjoy watching me struggle?" He snapped as he took the brush and used it. 

"A little." I admitted. It was cute.