Jc Caylen's Little Sister

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when i woke up, i couldn't remember where i was or why i was here. i clicked the call button, and a nurse quickly filed in. i asked her why i was here, and she quickly explained the police report to me. i shook my head, feeling all the memories coming back to me.

"so he's dead now, and i don't have to worry about this happening again?" i whispered. she nodded, grabbing my hand. she told me she was going to get grayson, and i was thankful for that. i needed some sort of distraction. the door opened a few minutes later, and my heart monitor was beeping like crazy.

"you never changed your emergency contacts, so they called me when you passed out," kian told me, as he set grayson on the side of the bed. i was speechless, and i wanted to cry and throw up and hide. but i couldn't.

"i don't know what to say, kian," i whispered. he nodded.

"i guess that's why you won't answer anybody's calls or texts, right? because you don't know what to say." i shrugged.

"this is my fresh start. i had changed who i was, and transformed into the person i wanted to be. i dropped everything from my old life, and started fresh. everything was going great until parker showed up," i mumbled.

"that's what happened? parker attacked you again? god, if i ever get my hands on him i will kill him," he replied. i laughed.

"they had to shoot him because he refused to let me go. he's dead."

the next half an hour was filled with silence, except for the random thoughts of grayson who cudddled into my side. i kissed the top of his head repeatedly, quieting him down. kian kept staring at me, and it made me very uncomfortable and squeamish.

"why new york? out of all places, i mean. you could have gone anywhere, and you chose here,"he whispered. i shrugged.

"it was far away, i guess. like i said, i was looking for a fresh start and moving far away definitely helped contribute to the whole clean slate thing." he shook his head.

"i want you to be mine again, and i want grayson to be my son again. technically he is, but it doens't seem like it. i want my family back," kian told me. i shook my head, not daring to look into his eyes. i didn't trust myself.

"kian, it isn't that easy. it will never be that easy. you hurt me beyond belief, and i don't know how i ever could be with you again. there will always be the constant reminder that i wasn't good enough for you,"i told him, my voice cracking.

"allison, there is nothing in the entire world that i want more than you," he replied, grabbing my hands. i still didn't dare to look into his eyes, because i knew i would fall back into his trap.

"i'm sorry, kian," i whispered. he nodded, kissing my forehead and grayson's before leaving the room. i prayed that i was making the right decision.

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later that day, i got released with just some stitches in my forehead. nothing major at all. when i got into the apartment, i immediately started making some dinner. grayson was complaining the whole way home how hungry he was.

there was a note laying on the kitchen counter, with al pal written across the envelope in the messy script i once loved. i carefully opened the envelope, pulling out every piece of paper.

inside was a note with two sentences that made my heart drop. i didn't want to read any further, but i was far too curious not to read anything.

allison,

i am sorry that i didn't tell you the truth. you wouldn't have believed me anyways.

love always, kian

the next few pages were blood tests and court orders and letters from the police. they all said that kian had been drugged and raped. they all said that he never really cheated on me, and he never meant to be so busy. he had so many hospital visits, court hearings, and meetings with police that all of his time had been ripped away. and i never took the time to ask if he was okay. i was always the victim.

i wish all of the papers were fake, so i could continue on with my new life in new york. but this was real, and this was happening. i could continue making dinner for my child and pretend like i never saw the letter, or i could get on a plane to california and kiss the love of my life.

i ran into my bedroom, and packed a few things for me, and gray's necessities before going back into the living room. i put grayson's jacket back on along with his shoes, and sat him down while i put my shoes and jacket on as well. i quickly grabbed my purse and the small suitcase, and ran down the streets.

i hopped into a taxi, and booked a flight to new york that was boarding in half an hour. the airport was a very short ride from my apartment, and we made it through security and baggage check rather quickly, which gave me a change to grab something to eat for grayson before we boarded the plane.

he was happily eating chicken nuggets when they called our section to be boarded. i picked him up carefully in my arms, and carried him onto the plane. i buckled both of us into our seats, anxiously awaiting the take off.

this was definitely more spontaneous than i had ever been in my life, but i was willing to do anything for kian. although i wasn't with kian, i never stopped loving him. it was the same reason i couldn't answer his calls or texts, or listen to his voicemails, or even look at his face in the hospital. because i was still dangerously in love with the man i thought i hated.

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