Broken Heart

Chapter 13

Kayla Wilson

When I returned with Jack, I saw Zach and Nico facing each other in a heated argument.

"I'm the one who saved her life. I was the one who stopped her when she was on the brink of -" I heard Nico say when I was in earshot of their conversation but he stopped mid-sentence when his eyes landed on me.

Zach turned around to face me as I glared at them.

"Nico! Who gave you the right to talk about my life like that?" I snapped at Nico.

Nico flinched back and looked down, avoiding my eyes. Even though he was my best friend, he shouldn't have talked about my life, specially about the darkest part of it. It was something I never intended on telling anyone. I never talked about it, even to Nico. The only reason he knows is because he was there to see it when it happened.

I stopped in front of Nico and he slowly raised his eyes to mine.

"I'm sorry, foxie. I crossed a line," he apologized.

"Why did you talk about that? You know I don't like to be reminded of it." I said so that only he could hear me. I was sure that he could see the pain and anger in my eyes.

"Sorry, guys," I turned to face the others. "I need some time alone."

I was glad that they smiled and nodded in understanding. I couldn't look at Zach because I knew he would want to ask a million questions. I started walking away and Jack softly patted my head. I gave him a small smile and continued walking. I didn't want any of them to see my weak side. I didn't want to cry in front of them. My past made me weak. What I did was weak. I was reminded of it again and I needed to pull myself together before I faced my friends. My thoughts were consumed and I didn't notice someone following me.

"Kayla," a soft voice called.

I looked over my shoulder and was not surprised to see Zach.

"What do you want, Zach? I thought I made it clear that I wanted to be left alone." I said tiredly.

"I'm not gonna leave you alone. I'm not gonna stay away when you're going through something difficult. You were there for me. Now let me do the same for you, Kayla," he took my hand.

I didn't want to cry, but the tears in my eyes found their way out. I sniffed and wiped my tears away, but they didn't stop. Warm hands enclosed me and pulled me forward into his arms. I slowly put my arms around him and let him comfort me.

"I was so stupid, Zach. I shouldn't even have tried it. I was weak. I've always been weak. That's why everyone around me leaves me," I sobbed into his chest.

"Shh, you're not weak. I refuse to believe it. There's something about you that says that you won't go down without a fight. I see it every time I look into your eyes," he said. "Tell me what happened. What is this stupid thing that you did?"

I took a long breath and pulled away from him. I looked into his eyes. He looked anxious as well as curious. His hair was slowly waving in the wind.

"It's a long story," I told him.

"Well, I've got time," he sat on the sand and I sat next to him.

I didn't really want to talk about it to anyone. But this was Zach, and somehow he was different from others. The thought of sharing it with him didn't make me feel insecure and scared like it does with others. Maybe sharing this with him would help me move on and forgive myself. Besides, I had promised him that I would tell him. And he deserved to know. Taking a deep breath, I began.