Beautifully Broken

Chapter 17 (Part 1)

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**Parts of this chapter contains in-detail description of a death scene. Please skip ahead if you're not comfortable reading such scenes**

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Caden POV:

I watched in fascination as her eyes widened in pure shock of what I said. I couldn't help it. Everything about Anaya fascinated me. I knew telling her about my past, letting her into my fucked up world would come to bite me in the ass later but there's something about this girl that just pulls me in. If there was anyone in the world who would never judge me for my messed up past, it would be Anaya.

The more I observed her, the more I got pulled into her innocence and the serenity that surrounds her. Anaya Adams was everything right in this fucked up world.

"W... What?" I watched her stutter as she came to terms with what I had said moments earlier. Her bright blue eyes widening, lips slightly open in shock. Still she looked like a goddamn angel; angel that the demon inside me wanted to devour.

You don't have to tell me if you don't want to...

Her serene voice echoed in my head. Anaya, obviously wasn't comfortable with me remembering my past, of me reliving the moments I wished I could erase from my head. That alone proved what a good heart this girl had. And here I have been nothing but a total ass to her since the day we crossed paths but here she was, putting my feelings and mental health before anything else.

Why I was willing to share my fucked up life story with her?

Even I didn't know the answer to that question. All I know is that I couldn't keep all this inside me anymore. I had to let it out and there was no way I was talking to a shrink. So who better to unload it on than Anaya; the girl who wouldn't ever even judge the devil himself. Pretty sure if Satan himself happened to come in front of her; she would sit his ass down and make him believe that there was a bloody angel inside him too.

Tilting my head I studied the girl in front of me. She was too lost in her thought to notice me staring at her, taking in every inch of her. How did I never notice her all those years? Yes, I saw her around school but I had never taken out time to actually see her. But then again I was a dick back then. Not that I still wasn't a dick.

Bringing my attention back to the issue at hand, I contemplated the different scenarios in my head if I told Anaya everything. I meant every word of what I had told Anaya in the morning before bringing her here. 'Only person regretting by the end of today would be me.' Because I didn't know of how Anaya would react once she got to know the whole truth about my fucked up life.

Would she run away?

Would she want anything to do with me after today?

Would she look at me differently? With sympathy?

Sympathy...

I hated that word. After everything I had been through, I never sympathized with myself nor did I want anyone's sympathy. Maybe that's why I never opened up to anyone, keeping everything bottled up inside me. I hated people looking at me with sympathy in their eyes. Keeping everything inside me had led to my mental health problems; anxiety, flashes of anger and insomnia. Overtime it became too much to handle on my own.

But I was ready to work on all that. That's why I had brought Anaya here.

Running my fingers through my hair, I looked back at the petite girl standing in front of me.