𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘

𝙴𝙳𝙳𝙸𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙽

"Son." Wayne stared at me as Kim stormed out of our trailer into the pouring rain. I sighed and sat forward, leaning my head in my hands. "Fine." He grunted and slowly made his way over to the door she had previously exited from, struggling as he did. "Kimberly!." He called to the girl with his hand firm on the frame of the door for support. "Come 'ere!."

I stood up and walked past him towards my room, too much in disbelief at how badly things had turned out to see her face right now.

I wasn't angry at her, but I wasn't exactly happy with the way she had just lashed out on me. I trusted her with all of my heart and it was gut wrenching to think she didn't know that.

I lay flat on my back on the mattress to my bed and heard the swing outside of my bedroom creak as they must've sat down on it. 

"Talk to me." Wayne's voice was quiet but loud enough for me to hear.

"I don't know..it's like this constant reminder that I'm not getting better." Kim said to him sadly, the sound of her voice making my heart skip a beat.

"Ed's told me you're doin' great, Kim." My uncle told her my words from a few nights ago as we, for the first time in a while, ate dinner together.

It was nice to see him up and about again, even if it meant on of us had to help him around the trailer.

"Is that what you and Eddie were arguing 'bout?." I missed a little of the conversation but listened again regardless.

"Mhm." She told him with the sound of her throat.

"I think..he's scared." Wayne said to her. I am?. "He's always been a troubled boy.." thanks uncle. "Always gettin' himself into fights or arrested because he acts out instead of tellin' me his problems, and now he's finally understanding what it's like to take care of somebody who's struggling, two people at that." I heard him say before the air went silent for a moment. "He trusts you. He truly does..I just don't think he trusts himself."

He was bang on the money. As much as I had put on a brave face around Kim and the rest of them, I didn't trust myself not to fuck everything up as I had before. Every little thing I did usually ended up being the main cause of a massive drama and I had to be cautious with Kim because she's was easily breakable at the moment, and it wasn't her that I didn't trust to keep herself together. I didn't trust myself to not break her back down to what she had become.

"Is that how you use to feel?..I mean, bringing him up?." I missed another section of the conversation as I rolled onto my side to try and listen more carefully.

"Not all the time..but when Jim would bring him him home in cuffs.." he paused. "..it was like a lightbulb explodin' in my head, almost tellin' me that it's my doin' that he's in that situation 'cause I didn't bring him up right or I was too tough or not tough enough-"

Kim cut him off. "He's a good guy Wayne. He's probably the best thing that's ever happened to me because he's so respectful and caring and there's not a day that goes by where he doesn't put me first." I smiled small at her words. "He calls me at stupid times to make sure I'm okay and not too bored, or he'll buy me silly gifts just because he was thinking of me at the time and he treats me the way he should because of you." I sat up and pushed myself off my bed, walking closer to the window as the love of my life told my uncle how much I really meant to her.

I hid underneath it on my dresser and held my knees close to my chest, hoping they wouldn't catch a glimpse of my messy waves peaking over the bottom of the open window.