Broken

Chapter: Eleven

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My eyes strain against the hospital lights, as his question rolls around inside of my head. "Are you going to tell me, you don't have to, it's only if you want to baby."

I look into his blue eyes, shining with seriousness and a little caution. He doesn't have to be cautious with me, it's not like I'm a basket case that will explode with any mention of their family.

I had a moment of weakness, I'm still weak, but I won't try and kill myself again. I-I couldn't do that to them, to him again. "What were they like?" I ask aloud and Nicholas nods his head, his dark hair flying about untamed.

"Well, my mom. . .she was—she was a free spirit. If I remember correctly, she liked to sing. Gods did she like to sing, loved is a better word." I smile, my eyes flickering over to see a smile on his face as well.

"Oh yeah, what did she sing?" A blush lights my face and I turn my body until I'm lying on my side, my body facing in his direction. "Promise not to laugh?" I stick my pinkie out, and his latch on to it quickly.

"I promise." He grunts, his accent thickening. "Bear Necessities. . .I'd get her to sing it to me before I went to bed." I mumble, the heat almost sweltering now in my cheeks. "Hmm. . .I don't think I've ever heard of it." He drawls lazily and I can't help the gasp of horror that leaves my mouth.

"You've never heard of it, like never seen the Jungle Book?" I ask, and he just shakes his head in a certain manner.

"No, will you sing it? I might have heard it before and just don't know it by name." What? Me sing? As in sing in front of a living human, just to kill them with my tone deafness?

A laugh escapes me, and then another. "No you don't want to hear that, I'd kill you." He rolls his eyes, the action looking weird on his tattooed and buff form.

"Come on моя любовь." (My love.)

A sigh leaves my mouth, and unwillingly, I begin to belt out the first of the lyrics softly. "It's the, bear necessities. The greatest bear necessities—" Nicholas smiles, his eyes lighting up in an instant.

"You sound good love." If he could hear my mom, he'd think I sounded like trash, knowing him I doubted it though. I could sound like an ape, and he'd still think I sound amazing. But my mom, she was just beyond.

My mom was a performer at heart, always dancing around our kitchen and putting on a show for me and Ryan. Her voice was so beautiful, I think if she'd never gotten with my father that's what she would've aspired to be.

"My mom sounded so much better, like the angel she is now." I whisper, my heart clenching painfully at the memory of her.

"I bet, and what about Ryan?" Another rare smile graces my face. "He would have looked exactly like me, in all honesty. He was brave, handsome and smart. I'd always been the twin that lacked brains."

Nicholas leans over and places a kiss on my head lightly. "I highly doubt that you lack brains love, you're very smart." A sad sigh leaves me, my body deflating against his. "Not smart enough sadly."

His hands come up to hold my face in between them, a serious expression crossing his rugged features. "Not now. . .please not when I've finally got you to smile baby." I shake my head, my hands coming up to hold his forearms, tears beginning to pour out of my eyes.