I need you... (CaKe) (kendall and cara)

Part 6

A/N: Okay guys I was thinking but let's say that it was Cara's 17th birthday because it isn't making any sense if they can drive and all this stuff. Let's say they are all 17.

Kendall didn't know what to do when she first saw it. Cara was totally freaking out. She saw it by the way her shoulders tensed and the way her foot was tapping anxious on the ground of the pale classroom. So Kendall send her a text. The other girls may be blind but she isn't. She still didn't knew what happened with Cara that night but it was pretty obvious that she was attacked and Kendall had this urging feeling that she needed to protect her because that person could still be out there and the way Cara behaves, is a hint that he or she is...

Kendall needed to protect her from that person but that could only happen if Cara let her in.

Now she received her text and it was a so Cara-like answer.

After she read the text she saw Cara putting her phone away what was a simply hint that meant the conversation was over but Kendall was still going to talk to her. She saw Cara's arm stretching to grab her purse but her sleeve crept up. Cara was looking at the blackboard so she didn't notice how her scars were showing. Kendall looked at her arm and her breath hitched.

Red scars on her wrist.

Scars...

Kendall forgot how to breath, her cheeks were burning up and she began to shake. What is this? All these scars and why? Kendall thought of all the possible ways that made it look less guilty. But she knew

She just knew, she knew, she knew, Cara did it to herself,

Cara

Did

It

To

HERSELF

"Steve, can I go to the bathroom?" All the students were looking at her even Steve was looking weird.

"Oh I...I mean Mister Goldberry." He nodded and gestured to the door.

"Sure Kendall."

Once she was out of the classroom she ran outside to get fresh air. Trying to run away from the truth, Run, run, run Kendall.

I couldn't handle this situation. I tried to keep myself up straight by leaning with my hands on my tights and my head between them. My eyes were closed.

"God Cara..." she said while she was slightly crying. High sounding sounds slipped out of her mouth.

"Why?"

After 15 minutes of laying on the grass thinking, she sat up straight. Kendall couldn't handle this. She only saw an inch of Cara's wrist and it was like a bracelet of scars.

This just can't be happening. The thought of Cara crying at night and cutting herself made her extremely sick. Kendall needed to confront her with this. She was going to be Cara's rock whether she wants it or not.

Left, right, left, right, left,..

Cara was looking at her feet and finding a rhythm in her steps made her comfortable. That was until Kendall stood in front of her on the porch. Cara was walking back home alone like usually but now Kendall stood in front of her with an angry face.

But broken...

"Uhm Hey Ken..., can you move?"

"No Cara, No I can't. Not if you're not going to talk with me right now.'

Kendall knew she sounded angry but she was afraid that was the only way to let Cara talk. "Well, can we at least go somewhere inside I'm cold." Kendall rolled her eyes because it was just a lie because it was colder inside then outside but she nodded. The walk was silence and awkward but Kendall saw trough this 'I'm fine'-act of her. The way Cara shoulders came up and how she tried to avoid eye-contact made it very clear and to be honest she wasn't mad she just was really sad and concerned about her but Cara was lying to her about this for a long time and she just need to be there for her. She just needs to.