Foster Girl

Chapter 15

Harper?

I repeated again thinking that she didn't already hear me the first time I said it. Slowly she began lifting her head but not turning her face towards me. It was evident she was crying but she didn't want me to see.

To be honest that reminded me of my self so much that my eyes suddenly started to feel watery and like I was about to cry. This wasn't about me and I honestly didn't want to start crying right here and make this about myself. I heard continuous sniffling and small coughs before she spun around facing me. When I looked into her eyes all I saw was sadness and the eyes of someone fragile who just needed to be held safely in a pair of arms. She didn't say anything but her entire demeanor was yelling a thousand words at me right now.

"It's nothing" she stammered out. Looking at her right now in such a broken state just left an uneasy feeling over me. "It's not 'nothing' if your crying" I spoke to her in my most gentle tone. "You can talk to me about it if you want okay? I'm here and I don't judge and maybe I'll understand what your going through because I've been through my shit load of problems;still am" I finished.

"O-o-okayyy" she slurred out crying again. Oh crap now I'm making her cry more I scolded myself. "I'm sorry,I really didn't mean to make you cry even more" "it's fine really, I only cried more because your the only person that has ever offered to be 'there' for me" she smiled through her laughter.

"Makes you feel any better I've never had anyone offer or take the time to be 'there' for me" I answered bitterly. "Just time and space" I said "just time and space" I repeated. Somehow what I said made her feel better and she started to smile at me.

Then I suddenly remembered something when I first entered the scent of blood. The smell made it's way to my nose again. " Do you smell blood or is it just me?" I asked concerned. Harper remained silent and I think I got my answer from the look in her eyes.

"It's a long story and I really don't want to talk about it" she breathed out in a final tone but,I was more than concerned and so I had to ask again "Harper?,why is there the smell of blood inside here" I said in a serious/motherly tone.

"I have time in case it's 'a long story' "  I rolled my eyes with attitude and as much sass as my body could show at this moment. "K" she replied clearly not happy that my mood completely changed at a time like this.

"I'm a late bloomer" she muttered low. I guess she thought that if she said it so low that I wouldn't have heard. I was more than confused so I had to ask this question and sound like an idiot because obviously even though she said it low I know she knew that I heard and was expecting me to understand what she said.