𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 (Broken Red Crest Trilogy#1)

Cara

Cara

Thank you Lord.

"So, where are we going?" I ask Jack.

We're taking a stroll to where we're going since we do not have our licenses yet. He looks incredible, he's wearing a black button up long sleeve with jeans. His hair looks perfect, brown and messy as always.

"That, is a surprise." He says glancing down at me with an intense but soft gaze.

"Wow." I say shaking my head smiling. I glance over to see him fighting a smile.

"It's okay to smile, you know?" I tell him.

"What's the point of smiling when this world is crap?" He asks turning to look at me.

I scoff, "Felt that." He quirks an eyebrow.

"I just mean that's true, sometimes."

"Oh." He says.

"I hate life at times," I look down. "I hate my life."

What are you doing Cara? You're so stupid. Don't. Open. Up.

"I'm sorry, that was—" I stop talking.

"It's okay, I understand."

"This conversation got dark quick. Let's talk about something else. Hmm, have any siblings?"

"One. A brother, he's the same age as yours."

"What's his name and what does he like."

"James. And he actually likes books and journalism, as you do. He loves The Flash more than anything."

"He loves The Flash?" I say with a small gasp. The Flash is my life savior.

"Very much so, yes." He says.

"I love The Flash! He's my favorite superhero, I've loved him for like ever." He smiles at that.

"He will be happy to hear that. He was asking if you did." Wait what?

"How does he know about me?" Has he been talking about me?

"Oh, I don't know." He know exactly what.

"Mhm, I see. Parents, what about them?" I ask as
his entire body tenses.

"Did I say the wrong thing, I'm sorry."

"No, it's...my parents aren't around. I'm with my  Grandparents and brother."

I hate myself.

"Don't beat yourself up over it, you didn't know. It's okay. You can ask why." He says.

How did he—

"Why are your parents not around?" I ask carefully.

"My father was...abusive. Every God forsaken day of my life he would hit me. My mother didn't like it, she was being abused as well, so she left."

His eyes darken.

"She left me with that man, I could've...would've died hadn't I spoke up. James wasn't born yet, he came after all of it, thank God. He was born after my mother left, she dropped him off at my grandparents front door, I was already there. We've been with them ever since."

He looks at me, for a reaction I'm guessing. I stop and he does, too.

"Is everything okay?" He asks.

I hug him tightly.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you, you didn't deserve that," I start. "Though, I know that isn't saying much."

I go to pull away, he only holds on tighter.

"Thank you." He says softly.

"It's nothing, don't mention it." I say.

We arrive at the most beautiful garden. It's decorated with white flowers, white lights hung up, a blanket with candles. I'm speechless.

"Jack, this is—"

He looks at my expression, his eyes softening from the dark look he had earlier.

"How did this all get here?" I ask.

"Oh yeah I did that." He laughs nervously.

"You did all this? That's amazing. What was the special occasion, or did you do it just to?"

"Our date. I did it for you."

He grabs my hand leading me in. All for me? I—what?

"What are these?" I say touching the white flowers that are all over the garden.

"Moon flowers." He says and I'm completely entranced by them.

"They're beautiful." I say as I turn to find Jack looking straight at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing." Mhm, sure, nothing.

"Can I ask you something?" He says.

"Sure."

"And you totally don't have to answer if you don't want to."

I nod my head telling him to go ahead and ask.

"Brad," my heart immediately drops. "What happened between you two? And again you totally do not have to answer."

I take a deep breath. Why is it so easy to open up to him?

"It's a long story," I look at him and he nods. "He treated me like I was nothing. Like I was worthless. I was ignored. Manipulated. He even tried touching me once but I was stupid and didn't say anything. I blocked it out because of the good things. He treated me nice at times, cared. He was my best friend at a point. Until he wasn't. Until the night we were at the park and he said he loved me. I was so happy because for once someone, a boy, has feelings for me. But no. I was wrong. And guess what?" I say.

"What?" He replies.

"He left me, abandoned me. He destroyed me with everything he did. He treated me as if I was worthless. Like I was a problem. He made it seem like it was my fault he just forgot about me. And had the nerve to ask me out again."

I look up to find Jack watching me, a pained expression on his face.

"I'm going to kill him. He doesn't deserve you. And you didn't deserve that." He says.

"But I did. If I wasn't so stupid and naive, it never would've happened. I knew he was bad, I knew how he was with girls, but I thought I was different to him." I say.

"We all make mistakes. That's part of being human. Don't you think if that never happened you wouldn't be here now?"

"Here, what do you mean?" I ask.

"With me, now." He says looking away.

"You're right. But—" I cut myself off.

"But, what?"

"I don't even know anymore."

"Okay, let's change the subject." I say.

How did he know about me and Brad?

"So, sharks?" He says.

"Oh, God, I love them. They're so beautiful and adorable. The great white is so extraordinary that I can't even put into words how much I love them. Plus, one time I took a test on what kind of shark you are, guess what I got."

"What?" He smirks.

"A freaking great white shark!" He laughs softly.

"So cute." He says almost inaudible.

Authors note:
NOT EDITED KEEP RUDE COMMENTS TO YOURSELF, please."