Becoming His Fix

19

Kit's POV

I try to fight the harsh glare threatening to cover my face as I walk to Mary's office. I tried to stay out of Roland's business. I really did. I don't check his school work like Mary wanted me to, I don't tutor him because he doesn't want me to, I don't force him out into social settings like Andrew hoped I would, I don't question his germaphobia, I scrap my food to the middle of the trey because that's the way it has to be even though I hate the reasoning and don't want to pry and ask why.

But Mary has crossed a line. I only know the part of the story that Roland told me but even just half of the story is enough to make a clear decision on who was in the wrong.

If Mary was going to put him in such a state of distress then she at least needs to know what she did and who had to pick up the pieces.

"Is Mary in her office," I asked the mean looking receptionist at the front desk. She barely looked up from her computer before pointing at the closed door and going back to her work. "Okay then, thank you."

I don't even think about knocking before I opened the door.

Mary sat behind her desk while Andrew stood in front her, seeming rather passionate about whatever he was talking about.

"Kit," Mary said with a smile, effetely cutting Andrew off mid sentence. "What can I help you with today?"

"I didn't mean to interrupt. I can come back later," I said with a sigh as I go to back out of the room.

"No it's fine," she said a bit too excitedly. "We were almost finished here anyway."

"I wouldn't say that but we can put off the conversation for a few minutes," Andrew said with a smile as he turned to me. "Would you like me to leave?"

"No it's probably good that you're here honestly. It's about Roland."

"Did something happen," Mary asked, concern flashing across her face with a frown.

"Uh yea something did. From what I personally understand you were the reason it happened."

"Is this about the rain?"

"It's more about the tool box," I said with a frustrated sigh. I tried to push down the hatred and keep a level head but how does she not even know what the problem is? "He ran back to the cabin crying and panicking. I had to use half a box of cleaning wipes to clean it. He scrubbed his hands in the bathroom for 30 minutes. He hates you now by the way. I had to hold him for literally hours until he calmed down enough to push me away. I don't know much about what happened but I do know that was the furtherest thing from okay. I know you had good intentions but I refuse to be the only person looking out for him. You need to do better."

"That's actually what we were just talking about," Andrew said, a small frown on his face. "We're putting new rules in place."

"He's not going to like that," I said with a frown. He already hated the current rules, adding more was just going to end up frustrating him and making him loose the love for the one thing he actually likes here.

"Not all of the rules are for him. Some are for us. Like we can't take things from him. Ever. Also if he tells us to stop hovering or that he wants to be left alone for a while we do it. Set a time limit to have a check in with him so he knows you are coming back and aren't upset with him but leave. His teachers have rules they'll be following too. Our rules are still new and we need time to see how they work, we might add others, we might take some away or alter them in some way but for now these are some things that we all need to keep in mind."

"That's all well and good for the future but what are you going to do about you've already done," I asked Mary, the anger coming back slightly. "What were you even doing after he left? He was crying before he even made it to the cabin and you didn't think to go after him or at least send Andrew out? If I hadn't been placed in his cabin what would you have done? He wouldn't touch that tool box again and his only outlet here would be gone."