Glass Heart

Part Ninety-Seven

Kylie's POV:

I turned when Ruby grabbed my hand, but I didn't feel comforted in the slightest.

Well, that's a lie. Of course I felt comforted, but she isn't who I wanted to comfort me.

I just turned my focus back, my hand still in hers, and stared through the small crack of the door.

There my dad was, sitting on the curb with his hands behind his back.

The only difference between right now and a couple months ago, was the fact that this time, my dad was looking for me.

He wouldn't rest until we made eye contact. And once we did, only then did he cooperate with the officer behind him.

Still, this scene was too familiar.

All the memories and reminders that I had been spending these past few months to forget, we're all flooding back.

All of the signs that I tried to ignore, too. The only change was that my dad was now physically sitting in front of me.

Seeing him there reminded me of the night where I thought he would accept me, but he turned out to be completely different from the man i'd once known.

It reminded me of the part where I thought I could forgive him, but he hit me and knocked me out.

It reminded me of the moment I woke up next to Ruby and saw her clothes covered in blood, along with her hands.

It reminded me of Ruby's sobs as she told me that Malia was gone.

It reminded me of how my heart broke when I saw my lifeless Malia on the floor.

And saw her with a blade jammed into her side.

It reminded me of how useless I felt, knowing that it was my fault.

It reminded me of all those sleepless nights, where I was told Malia had no chance in surviving.

It reminded me of the fear in my body when Malias family came, because I thought that they would blame me.

Seeing my dad on the side walk reminded me of everything.

But most of all, it brought back all of the feelings I tried to suppress.

A little girl who once on wanted her father, was abandoned by a man who didn't love her.

That little girl being me.

I haven't seen my dad in months.

Haven't even been given updates on his situation.

Heck, I didn't even know if he would ever make it out of jail.

Serves him right.

But that is exactly the reason why I was still standing in shock.

A million questions flowed through my brain, and it sucked because I stood there knowing I would never get an answer.

I wanted to ask my dad why he did it. Why he hurt the one person that makes me complete.

But he was too far away.

I wanted to ask the police why they never returned my calls, or updated me with the case.

But they've already proven to not care.

I wanted to ask Peder why he wouldn't leave Malia alone, though that answer was obvious.

She's Malia.

Speaking of Malia, I turned around the moment I realized that she wasn't by my side.

And there she was, standing in the same exact spot as before.

Her hands were shaking, and her eyes were looking off into the distance as she was zoned out.

I let go of Ruby's hand and walked over to Malia, who didn't get taken out of her trance until I touched her. 

She looked at me and smiled, though I could tell that she was just trying to make me feel better.

"Kylie, are you okay?" She asked, turning attention away from her and over to me.

I loved that she cared, but I wasn't going to ignore the fact that she not herself. She wasn't okay.

So I simply nodded.

I cleared my throat, nervous to talk because I know that whenever a situation like this comes up, Malia and I always break.

So, I put thought into every word, and chose what I said extremely carefully.

"Malia, I know you aren't okay. Tell me what's wrong so I can fix it."

I let out a relieved breath once I got the words out.

I stared deep into Malias eyes, and she broke as we stood there.

Her knees buckled, but it was okay because I was holding on to her.

I guided her gently to the ground, and sat next to her as she silently began to cry.

It broke my heart.

Nobody should be out through Malia was out through.

Sure my dad hurt me, but he didn't physically try to kill me.

That's a whole nother level that I can't relate to.

"I-I'm just scared." She spoke like it hurt, as if it took a lot out of her to even get the words out.

This is my fault.

"Don't be scared. He's getting taken away. We will never see him again, I promise."

Malia cried harder.

With each sob, her hand shook more.

Only now was I realizing that Malia was still affected by the incident months ago.

I worked so hard to forget, that I even forgot that Malia was going through it too.

Her hand was clutching her side, similar to what she's been doing this whole time.

The side where she got stabbed. The side with the scar.

This is my fault.

I didn't know what to do, so I just pulled her in for a hug.

My own girl is terrified of my dad.

Who would have thought.

My dad stabbed my Malia, and now she can't even look at him without breaking down.

And it's my fault.

Malia cried into my shoulder.

"I love you," Seemed to be the only words I could get out.

It was the only thing that I wanted Malia to know.

That through all of this, I love her. And I choose her.

Even over my own father.

Malia usually responds to that. No matter what I say, she responds to it.

But today she remained silent.

And I know she heard me.

I turned and made eye contact with Ruby, who just walked out.

Not only did I forget about Malias feelings, but clearly I forgot about Ruby's too.

And now she's gone.

I need to talk to her tomorrow, and apologize for the shit friend i've been lately.

But not right now.

Right now, I need to focus on Malia.

And make sure we don't break up.

God, I hope we don't break up.