Chapter 7: Well....that went well

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Michael's POV:

I'm not even sure what I said to make her this angry. All I did was ask if she'd ever been happy, and then if she was okay when she didn't respond. If looks could kill, I would be dead as a doornail right now. She is shaking she is so mad, and I don't even know how to calm her down. I guess I better try, before she attempts to murder me.

"Hey, it's alright. I'm sorry I even said anything. You're right though, my dad is pretty well off and my mom died before I turned one. I don't always get along with my dad, but growing up he did give me anything I wanted as long as I stayed out of trouble. Do you want to......I don't know, talk about anything? Maybe the ones you've lost?"

I must be crazy to even ask her that. She looks back up at me, still angry but as least she has stopped shaking. I notice that she is only wearing the t-shirt and sweatpants that Sarah put on her after finishing the bandaging. I hope she isn't cold out here, I'm close to freezing. I look back into her eyes and see the anger that is still at the surface.

"What you mean like spill my guts and my sob stories to a stranger. I guy I just met? I'm at the looney bin aren't I?"

I can't help but smile a little at her, still glaring daggers at me but not afraid to make a joke. her voice is laced with anger as well, but it sounds so beautiful. I could listen to her forever, but I can't help but feel hurt that she sees me only as a stranger. Why do I see her as so much more?

"Okay, I see your point. I can also see that there is a sense of humor in there somewhere. Buy why not? If you tell a stranger then you have nothing to lose and you might even gain a friend."

I smile at her again as I watch the surprise fill her face for a moment before she starts staring at me with her head tilted, almost as if she is confused. I wait for her to respond. She seems to be arguing with herself on whether or not to tell me anything.


Kat's POV:

Please let us tell him something.

Crescent is refusing to give up on the idea of staying here with him. I guess I could give him our background story. I can't tell specifics, but I want to. Oh I want to tell him everything, I want to hear that everything is okay. I want him to say my name, the name that I don't even use anymore. Maybe if he was my link, things would be different but he isn't, he can't be, and they aren't.

"Fine, I will tell you about who I've lost. My parents were murdered in front of my eyes when I was 16. I was raised by a family member, until my brother and I struck out on our own. I watched as several of my friends were killed before I reached the age of 18. Then my brother, my younger brother Nate......was shot through the heart as we left his favorite restaurant ten years ago. It was his birthday and he died in my arms, laying on the sidewalk. I've had my family and many friends taken from me. So tell me, oh enlightened one. Why should I be happy, and what makes you think you can even comprehend the amount of pain and sorrow that I have experienced?"

I can feel tears running down my face again. I am angry about being forced to relive each of those dreadful nights. Michael remains silent as I stare at him, no doubt choosing his words carefully again. I force myself to regain the coldness in my eyes and my rigid posture as I wait for him to respond. I will not show weakness to him if I have any choice.


Michael's POV:

My poor beautiful angel. How could she have lived through that all alone. No wonder she keeps a cold and hard exterior. She has to, to keep from falling apart. Oh I wish she would let me comfort her, and wipe away the tears from her beautiful eyes. I struggle to find the right words, but then they seem to just come out of thin air as I stare at her eyes.

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