~Kendra
The next day, Axl took me to the palace's gym. He helped me train with my arms, because...you know why. We took a break at lunchtime to go eat something.
"You know, I never introduced myself to the king- I mean my father- I mean...ugh, what should I call him?" I sighed and Axl smiled.
"You can call him father." He said "anyway, he's a busy man."
"So can you tell me how you got paralized?" He asked, changing the subject.
"There's not much to tell. My.. step- father got us in a car-crash, not because he was drunk or anything. The other guy was drunk. I was in the passengers' seat on my way to school. In the end, I didn't get to school. I lost my legs, and my step-father lost his life. My sister was sick that day, so my mother had to take care of her. The other guy made it out alive. But I don't know, he went to rehab himself. I don't think he forgave himself for that day. Anyway, when are we going to train again?"
He looked at me as if I just killed someone. He then stood up, and slowly walked to me.
"What are you doing?" He didn't answer. He stood before me, and hugged me, and all the feelings that I hid, came crashing all at once. I never thought that I would cry after that horrible day. I tried to be brave for myself and everybody else. I cried until my throat hurt. I think we stood there for a very long time. We cried together. He makes me feel as if it is alright to cry. He can be comforting, even without saying anything.
"I am so sorry about what happened to you, Kendra." He said, and strolled me to the gym.
~Axl
While she told me the story, I could see that she is bottling up her feelings, and it doesn't look like she ever showed her emotions to anyone.
I stood up and slowly walked to her. She looked at me quizzically.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
Hell, I couldn't even help myself, even I wanted to cry, and the only way that I could let her show her emotions to me, is if I do something that I don't usually do.
After the uncomfortably long hug, I took her back to the training room, where I'm going to train her. To believe.
YOU ARE READING
Perfection In The Imperfect
Fantasi"Do you believe in me?" I thought about it for a second. "Yes. I do believe in you." "The why don't you believe in yourself?" *** Kendra is a normal school girl...with a wheelchair. Or so she thinks until a mysterious group of kids comes to her scho...
