His girl

Chapter 10

Katie's POV

After breakfast, since it was a Sunday and we didn't have to go to university, Adrian and I decided to spend time together. We were both cuddled up on his bed, watching movies on his TV. In the movie, there was a scene of a school shooting. That reminded me of my past. It will all make sense why I'm saying this.

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the memories pressing on my chest. Adrian noticed the change in my demeanor and gently asked, "Katie, is everything okay?"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I began to share the painful memories of my life. "Adrian, there's something you need to know. When I was just seven years old, my world fell apart. My real older brother... he died in a school shooting."

His eyes widened, registering the magnitude of the tragedy. "I'm so sorry, Katie," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine sorrow.

Unable to contain the pain any longer, I broke down into heavy sobs. Adrian pulled me even closer, his arms providing a secure haven as I let the tears flow freely. The weight of the past hung in the air, and he whispered comforting words, his touch a lifeline.

"S-six months later," I stammered between sobs, "my dad and I were waiting for my mom to wake up. She was always the earliest riser, but that day was different. We found her mouth filled with foam – she had overdosed. By the time we got her to the hospital, it was too late."

Adrian's grip tightened, offering silent support as my voice quivered with the pain of each word. "A-and just when we thought life couldn't get any worse, f-four months later, my dad was coming home. I was waiting outside, and I saw it happen. A truck with failing brakes crashed into his car. He didn't make it."

The weight on my chest felt unbearable, and the tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Adrian held me tighter, his own eyes reflecting the anguish he felt for me. My pain was palpable.

"A-after losing both parents, I was put into an adoption center," I continued, my voice cracking. "At first, the family who adopted me seemed loving. But it was only a facade. Physical, mental, and emotional abuse became my daily reality. Even their real daughter joined in, making my life a living hell."

My cries were now a symphony of pain, and Adrian, my anchor, remained steadfast. He wiped away my tears gently, whispering words of comfort and reassurance. "Katie, I'm here for you. You're not alone. Let it all out. I can't imagine the pain you've been through, but I'm here to share it with you. You're strong, and I'm so proud of you for opening up."

As I released the anguish that had been bottled up for so long, Adrian continued to provide the solace and comfort I so desperately needed. He planted soft kisses on my forehead, cheeks, and neck, each one a gentle reassurance that he was here for me. He drew soothing circles on my back, attempting to do whatever he could do offer solace

In the quiet of his room, he whispered sweet nothings, assuring me that he wasn't going anywhere. His words, like a soothing melody, wrapped around me, drowning out the echoes of my painful past. At that moment, in Adrian's embrace, I found a sanctuary – a place where the weight of my history felt a little lighter, and the promise of a shared future seemed a little brighter.

Adrian's POV

After breakfast, since it was a Sunday and we didn't have to go to university, Katie and I decided to spend time together. We were both cuddled up on my bed, watching movies on my TV. In the movie, there was a scene of a school shooting. 

The soft glow of the TV illuminated the room, casting a cozy atmosphere. We shared a comfortable silence, engrossed in the movie until a particular scene triggered a noticeable shift in Katie's demeanor.

"Katie, is everything okay?" I asked with concern etched into my features as I sensed her unease.

Her eyes, usually warm and lively, were now clouded with a distant but profound sadness. She took a deep breath as if mustering the strength to share something deeply personal. "Adrian, there's something you need to know. When I was just seven years old, my world fell apart. My real older brother... he died in a school shooting."

The weight of her revelation settled over us, and I instinctively pulled her closer. 

"S-six months later," she continued, her voice trembling, "my dad and I were waiting for my mom to wake up. She had overdosed. By the time we got her to the hospital, it was too late."

As Katie unraveled the tragedies that haunted her, her chest heaved violently against mine. The physical manifestation of her pain was palpable, and I held her tighter, wanting to bear some of the burden she carried.

"A-and just when we thought life couldn't get any worse, f-four months later, my dad was coming home. I was waiting outside, and I saw it happen. A truck with failing brakes crashed into his car. He didn't make it."

The room seemed to close in as her sobs intensified, resonating through our shared embrace. I planted soft kisses on her forehead, cheeks, and neck, a gentle attempt to offer comfort amid the storm of emotions.

"A-after losing both parents, I was put into an adoption center," she continued, her voice cracking. "At first, the family who adopted me seemed loving. But it turned into a nightmare."

Amid her heart-wrenching revelations, her chest continued to heave against mine. The rawness of her pain filled the room, and I whispered words of solace, hoping to provide some refuge amid the tempest.

"Katie, I'm here for you. You're not alone," I murmured, my voice a steady anchor. "Let it all out. I can't imagine the pain you've been through, but I'm here to share it with you. You're strong, and I'm so proud of you for opening up."

As the storm of emotions raged, my arms were Katie's haven, a sanctuary for her to release her bottled-up emotions.