The Bad Boy's Girl

Chapter 35

Kate's POV

The next few days were spent decorating the tree that Blake had brought the night after we came to the cabin. It was my first time decorating a tree and it was truly fun. Blake was obviously experienced as he had bought everything; including the thingy needed to keep the tee alive. I didn't even realize that he had set it up the after he brought the tree. He had explained to me how it was supposed to keep the tree alive so it doesn't wither and die before Christmas because it was a real tree. There was even a star and everything. It felt authentic. Blake had brought a bunch of presents and placed them under the tree once it was decorated. There were really big ones and small ones. Even our names were written on them. Most of them were mine of course. Which was really sweet. I remembered how surprised I was. I even asked him where they were hiding and when he had bought and wrapped them. He told me that they were in one of the spare bed room closet. I felt bad that I didn't get anything for him and we were too far from anywhere for me to go get something.

We also spent the time getting to know each other. Blake told me a little about his past.

That his family was a happy one and they did everything together but when he was 10 his parents started to have small arguments that only grew as time went by. Some were so bad that his dad had to leave the house or times when his dad insisted that he wasn't leaving, his mother would grab her suitcase and carry him to his Godfather's house or Mrs Greens house (because the principal and his mom were best friends); then they would stay there for a few days or a week if it got really bad. But one day a few months after his 13th birthday; his parents were arguing as usual. His mother was yelling and telling his dad that she was tired of his bull and that this time she and Blake would leave for real and nothing he said could change or fix it anymore. She had come into his room and instructed him to pack what he needed and leave the rest. The normal routine. When she went back out to continue arguing. He was packing up his bags as she instructed when he heard something rolling down the stairs. The house was silent neither parent was shouting anymore. When he went to take look, his father was practically glued to the spot eyes peeled on something at the bottom of the staircase. When he went around his dad to take a look what at what his father was looking at. He saw his mother lying still on the floor with her blood oozing from her head and her foot in an awkward position. He had told me how he screamed with tears flowing down his face and rushed to her side then called the police since his father did not move an inch from where he was. Later they found out that his mother missed her step and tumbled down the staircase where she broke her leg and hit her head on the last step which cracked her skull and it pierced her skin causing the blood to ooze out. His father turned to alcohol and eventually lost his job and stopped caring about Blake at all. While, Blake was constantly encouraged by his mother's closest friends (the principal and his Godfather) to stay in school and try to better his life. They both wanted him to live with either them but his father refused and Blake did not want to intrude. Blake also told me how he used to cry himself to sleep or shut his room door to hide from his dad who was abusive at times.

The story had brought tears to my eyes and my face was puffy and my nose was runny when he finished telling me what happened. He also told me how he met John (the garage owner) and his wife. Which got him to start working at the garage.

In return I told him a little about my past as well.

I told him how my parents were always busy working and how I was raised by a few nannies. After age 10 I was practically alone as my nannies were fired and the few people that looked after the house only came when they were needed once a week or every two weeks. My parents were super strict and I was not allowed to have friends. I was home schooled. My parents were never home for holidays. So I grew to find comfort in books. When I was 15 my parents sold the house and use some of the money to buy the house in Rose Valley for me and left me there while they went wherever. I really didn't know where they went. I never knew any of my relatives so when I moved I was even lonelier. I told him how when I moved to Rose Valley I used cooking books to teach me how to cook and when my parents stopped coming by once a month or every 3 months to bring food. I had to go shop with the money they sent for food.