Shiver

Chapter 13- Smith and Wesson

The only good thing about this night, was the food. And apparently, everyone else thought so too. They were stuffing their faces with the pasta, although I'm not sure it was because it was so good. Nobody had said a single word since we all sat down at the table. Kyle sat by himself on one side of the table with Andrew and Alec directly across with him, leaving me on one far end of the table with Austin straight ahead of me.

Alec only ate one bite at a time, taking his time to finish his plate. Andrew is already on seconds, winking at me at every chance he could get. Kyle took a bite of noodles every now and then, but you could tell that he was tense. His feet kept rocking under the table, as if he were scared of something. I haven't looked at Austin yet. I was kind of afraid to. Austin could read your face so well, from what I remember of him.

"So how do you two know each other?" Austin says, pointing at Kyle and I. I had no idea what to say. I stared at Kyle, wanting a sign from him of what to do.

"I told you already. Blair doesn't like talking about it." Kyle said, grabbing my hand. It made me flinch. I pulled my hand away, causing Kyle to give me a questioning look.

"I'd like to hear Blair's side of the story though." Austin said, and I truly looked at him. His smile, was nothing but evil. He stared me down and if I didn't know the way he truly was, I would've thought he was just giving me a warm smile. But, that's not Austin's style. He's manipulative, hypocritical, and messed up.

"Well, I don't really remember much. I woke up in a room and Kyle was taking care of me. He said I was just walking in the middle of the road and he didn't see me til it was too late. He hit me and apparently he hit me pretty bad because I barely remember anything before the accident."

"Barely?" Shit. I messed up. Kyle tensed up and Andrew, who was making himself a third plate of food, stopped what he was doing. Everyone was staring at me, excluding Kyle. He just stared at his plate.

"Well, I mean, I remembered my name after a while and that I liked the color black-"

"She woke up one night and saw black finger nail polish on her nails. She remembers buying it, but that's about it." Kyle looked at me, like he was saying he had my back. Did he know that I knew?

"Yeah, but other than that, I don't remember anything. Kyle said I could stay with him until I had some sense of who I am. But..." I hadn't realized I was starting to cry. I felt the tears prickle down my cheeks.

"If you'll excuse me." I left the table, grabbing my jacket before I walked outside.

Everything was piling on me. No matter what I did, something always came back to bite me in the ass. My mom is gone, and so is Kaden. And my father? Screw him. He never cared for me. If he did, he would have found me by now. People would have seen me and said something by now. But they didn't, because my father wasn't looking for me. And to top it all off, Kyle is just a watchdog for me.

I am NOT involved with her.

I screamed to the top of my lungs when I saw I was far enough from the house. I had to let it all out.

I was waiting until she remembered SOMETHING about her life to take her back.

Kyle never cared about me. He never had feelings for me. I was so stupid for thinking I had one person in my life who actually wanted me. But, nobody wants me. I'm not important. I never was, apparently. How could he say something like that, though? After all that we had been through? After all that I had been through? This whole time, he was just playing games with my head, and my heart.

He never loved me.

Through all the crying and screaming, someone eventually wrapped their arms around me, trying to comfort me. Her arms were pale and her fingernails were painted in the lightest pink you had ever seen. Her black curls fell on my shoulders. I turned into my mother and cried even more. I wasn't going to question why she was here or how she could touch me. I wasn't going to waste any more moments with my mother with questions when it could be my last time seeing her.