After packing everything away from dinner and helping with the cleaning it is only Kourtney and I left in the kitchen
"Kourtney, do you mind if I stay here for a while?" I finally ask. Usually I would have no problem just straight up asking a question not caring how rude I sound. But I have known Kourtney for so long and I have so much love and respect for her that I wouldn't want to be rude. I can honestly say that she is one of the very few people I respect.
"Honey you're welcome here anytime you like, but I just have to ask because I haven't heard anything for a few months now, how are your parents?" She replies.
That one small question makes me tense up, but obviously she deserves to know especially since her and my mum were best friends their whole lives. I can feel tears start to prickle at my eyes so I blink them away as fast as I can.
"I thought you would have heard by someone, but there was an accident." I pause and see the look of shock and sadness on her face. I could stop there and leave the rest of the story unfinished but I just want to tell someone. I don't want to deal with this alone. Sure I've had three months to process it but I haven't told anyone, I know there are a fair few others that know about the accident mainly family friends since both my grandparents are dead and my mum and dad were both the only child in their family.
"Apparently there was some kind of gas leak in the house which caused an explosion and a massive fire in the house. All of the doors were locked and they couldn't get out." I finish telling her and I wipe away the few tears that have made their way down my face.
When I look up at Kourtney I see her eyes squeezed shut and tears running down her face. I can tell that she's trying to process what I just told her and how much of a shock it is. She looks so pained I can't think of anything else to do so I lean in and give her a hug. Usually I am against hugs and personal contact like that but I can't bear to see Kourtney like this.
After releasing her from the hug she makes her way up stairs to her room and lets me know that I can stay in the guest room for as long as I need. I stay in the kitchen a little longer and calm myself down and make sure that I have no tears left in my eyes before I go and grab my bag from near the door where I left it when I arrived here.
When I turn around to leave the kitchen I see Alec making his way in the door and offer him a small, tight lipped smile before I leave the room. I trudge over to the door, pick up my overnight bag which has now almost dried and make my way up the stairs into the guest room.
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After showering and putting my clothes out to dry I'm sitting on the bed taking in my surroundings and how this room hasn't changed since I was last here. Sure the bedding has been changed and there is a new sweet scent in the room from scented candles which have been scattered around the room. But the setup of the room is the same, the bookshelf has no new books added to it.
Amidst my looking around the room I stop and just watch out the door watching as the Knight's occasionally walk past and peering into the room as they do. I close my eyes and lay back on the bed and think about what life used to be like. Before I moved away and everything got messy and complicated like a bunch of necklaces which haven't ever been untangled.
Suddenly a knock from the door disrupts me from my thoughts. I look up and see Axel leaning against the door frame.
"I thought I should come and see how you are." He says slowly, being careful about his choice of words.
"Well I'm just fine and dandy thanks for asking." My words coming out harshly just wanting this interaction to be over as soon as possible.
"I just want you to know that I'm really sorry for what happened." As he says this I can see his eyes searching my face. Searching for anything to give away what I am thinking or feeling.
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Living With The Knight Boys
Teen FictionWith no where left to run and no one to turn to Riley is sent to live with the Knights. They have six sons and one daughter. The problem isn't that she doesn't know them or hasn't met them. It's that Riley was best friends with their kids and was ba...