Dark (The Past Never Changes)

Chapter 10

I hear the door open down stairs. The picture of me and my dad falls from my hands and hits the floor. The small opening of the second drawer on my night stand indicates that Niall went through it. I can tell he picked up the box because I always push it to the far left corner, and it's rearranged near the front right of the drawer. Tears are in my eyes and hearing his voice from down stairs makes them fall. I look down at the more beaten up frame and shove my night stand drawer closed.

How could he do this? I was just beginning to trust him and he goes and betrays me. I would never do this to him, no matter how obligated I felt to do so. The reminder of my dad burns my brain as I notice I haven't thought about him since the last time we talked. The last day we argued about him caring, the last day I heard his voice to this day. It all haunts me and I was actually starting to feel okay again. But no, I think it's actually impossible for me to be happy.

I fall to the floor and hold my head in my hands. I feel the door open and the air gets really thick. I can tell it's him cause if it were anyone else downstairs, they would hug me and tell me everything is gonna be okay.

"You wanna know the worst part in all of this? It's that I really tried to trust you. You're the first person in three years that I actually opened up to a little. You're lucky I even said hi to you. And of all the things I can say I am, and say I'm not, I can honestly say that I'm glad I met you, but I'm not glad I let you in, in such a short period of time. You gave me more reasons not to trust new people. New ways to believe how unhappy one person can actually be." I say, more tears falling down.

"Kay-" I cut him off.

"Don't." I say in defeat.

"I'm sorry." He says.

"I know." I say. I don't know what else to say. I wanna yell at him, but I just don't have the strength. I don't have the energy to continue going back and forth with my feelings. That and I know yelling at him won't solve anything. "I get that I'm not the most open person, but I was trying Niall. If you would have just given me a little more time, it wouldn't be this way. It could have been peaceful and I wouldn't cry explaining this to you."

"Tell me how to fix this." He gets on his knees next to me.

"You can't fix this. You can't take it back. Sorry won't patch up the betrayal. How did I deserve this? I know I'm not all open about my feelings or anything, but I would never go threw your stuff." I explain and stand up.

"I just wanted to know more about you." He says softly. I don't know why, but this angers me and starts a fire flowing threw my system. I tried to be calm but not now.

"YOU WENT THREW MY STUFF NIALL! That's not okay. It's not right to go threw something so personal. That has so much meaning to me." I scream at him.

"I know, I know I'm sorry!" He defends.

"STOP SAYING SORRY! I don't know how you can do what you did and only say sorry. How would you feel?" I take a deep breathe. "What did you find Niall? What would you like to know more about huh?" I ask a little calmer.

"I found a picture of you and man. Then I found a locked box." He whispers. Tears sting my eyes again.

"A broken picture of me and a man. Who happens to be my father. Someone who abandoned me on my 16th birthday. Why is it broken? Because I threw it at the wall after he made one last excuse not support me." I yell.

"Kaylee, please stop." He begs. I can see tears in his eyes.

My anger takes over and I take the key from around my neck and grab the locked box. I unlock it and throw the lock on my night stand.