Not Alone For Long

Chapter 15

Okay so I'm really bored today and I feel like writing so it's gonna be a double update yeah!!! Hope you guys like it!

Cat's POV

The dinner that Anne had made was lovely. It was a steamy beef stew with potatoes, carrots, onions, and of course beef. Along with that she had prepared a side salad for everyone and some home made lemonaid. As far as social wise, the dinner was going alright. There was the ocasional awkard silence but other than that everything was going fine until...

"So Cat what do your parents do for a living?" Anne asked as she whipped her mouth with the napkin that was on her lap. I accidently dropped my fork at the question. No one really knew about my sitiuation except for Sara but that's because she's one of my closest friends well really my only friend. But I guess I have Harry now so well you get the point.

I whipped my mouth and looked at the food in my plate, trying to muster up an answer that would satisfy her curiostiy but wouldn't leave me crying in a mess on the floor.

Luckily, Harry noticed my silence and jumped in to help. "Mum that might be a little too personal for her to answer," Harry turned to me and gave me a sympathetic look from across the table. He sat opposite me and Jen sat next to me. Gemma sat opposite Jen and Anne sat at the head of the table.

"It's fine, my uh... my mum died from cancer and I don't know where my dad is..." I trailed off. I swallowed the lump that began to form in my throat while Harry reached across the table and took my hand as a sign of comfort.

"Cat, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... I didn't know.." Anne began but I stopped her.

"It's fine really, I know you didn't know and I'm trying to cope it's just hard," I sighed as I picked up a potato with my fork.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, you can consider us family and stop by when ever you want. You are a very strong girl and I am glad to have met you," Anne got up from the table and pulled me into a hug as a tear escaped my eye. That was the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me.

"Thank you," I pulled away to meet her eyes, "Really ,thank you" I whipped the tears from my eyes. "If it's alright I'd like to go take a shower now, I'll help you with the dishes of course" I offered. It was only polite since she had made such an outstanding dinner or Jen and I.

"Oh no dear, you go ahead, I can take care of this really it's not much," She gave me a quick hug again before I brought my dish over to the sink and dumped the remander of the food into the bin.

I thanked her again before heading upstairs. Gemma and Jen were drawing in coloring books so I didn't have to worry about them. I made it to Harry's room before completely breaking down. Tears streamed down my face as the painful memories hit me like a wrecking ball. This pain was so much more than emotional.This grief and sadness actually made my heart ache.

Why had everyone given up on me and Jen? Were we worthless? Why were people so cruel? And why did my mom have to leave us?

I was kneeling on the ground sobbing into Harry's covers when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me and pull me into his chest. I knew it was Harry.

I stayed like that for a while, just crying into his chest as his hands rubbed my back to comfort me. Eventually, I was able to look up at him with tear stained cheeks. While he looked down at me with concern in his eyes.

"It's okay love I'm here for you," He whispered as he gently kissed my forehead.

"It's just so hard. I feel like everyone had given up on me," I pulled away and looked at him, "My mom left us and so did my dad. Everyone I care aout leaves. At first I blamed myself for my mom passing. But then I realized that there was no point in that. What's worse is that it's my fault that Jen can't have the childhood she deserves. The one person who actually loves me and looks up to me. I can't do anything for her. Hell, I can barely even spend time with her cause I have to keep up with the damn payments on everything. And to top off all the pain that that causes I have to deal with all this bullshit at school. It's so damn hard, Harry, when people judge you and make fun of you when they don't even know your story. I told myself that I wouldn't let it bother me but... It... It just builds up and I can't take it anymore," I sobbed again. Not caring what I looked like.