Fix The Broken Pieces(on hold *sorry*)

Chapter 7

Skyler POV

     I was aware of something soft under me. I slowly pealed my eyes open to be met with a white room. I'm in a bed with sky blue bedding, and there was a table next to me, other than that the room was empty. I had no idea where I was, or how I got here. I remember studying on the hill with Sinner then everything els is just kind of blank. I remember having that dream again, with my father and that other guy, and at the end Sinner coming.

     I peel that blankets off me and stand up, debating whether or not I should go and explore the house I was in. Isn't that how most people in the psychopath movies get killed? I shrug my shoulders and open the door, figuring if I was kidnaped by a psychopath and he killed Sinner, my fate wouldn't be much better in here.

     When I open the door I'm met with the amazing smell of someone cooking. I slowly make my way down the stairs at turn the corner into the kitchen. I'm met with probably that last thing I expected. Mason standing sat the stove humming to himself. "Good, you're awake. I'm making chicken fried rice." He said without turning around. I didn't respond, I just stood staring at his back. When I didn't respond he turned around, "you good there?" He asked. I give a small nod and look around the kitchen.

I clear my throat before speaking, "I uh, how rr, why am I here?" I finally ask. He just chuckled, "Sinner only gave my a brief run down of what happened, but more or less you fell asleep, had a nightmare, then had a bad panic attack. Sinner didn't know what to do so he brought you here. He went out for a bit, god knows why with him, but he should be back soon." He said, turning back to the stove and switching off the burner.

     I nod and sit on one of the bar stools, "so do you guys live alone?" I ask, I hadn't seen anyone els and he didn't mention his parents. He shrugged, "yeah, our parents are still in London. We move around a lot and we lived in London for a year, my brother and I hated it but our parents loved it. So they let us move back to the US, since the two of us are always together they didn't have a problem with it, and we thought a smaller town would be best. So, here we are." He said pulling things out of cabinets.

I hop off my chair, "can I help at all?" I ask. He turned and put some cups and silverware on the counter. "You could set the table if you want," he said with a shrug. I nod and set three places at the table. And walk back to where Mason was.

Suddenly we heard the door opened and Sinner walked into the kitchen. "Hey, how's-" he started to say before he turned and saw me. He stared at me for a second, an emotion I didn't recognize flashed in his eyes. "I'm so glad you're better! Wait you are feeling better right?" He asked almost frantically.

     I laugh, "I'm fine, you say that like you thought I was about to die or something." I say. I heard Mason mumble something along the lines of 'you have no idea'. "What?" I ask, not sure what he meant.

Suddenly Sinner clapped his hands, "anyway!" He said a little to loudly, "What's for dinner?" He asked a little quieter. Mason snickers before responding with, "chicken fried rice," and set three plates of it on the table. For a while we are in silence, only the sound of silverware hitting plates. I don't enjoy eating around others, it took a few moths for me to eat around Mac, so I take small slow bites. The food was amazing, I was kind of shocked that Mason could could cook so well, but I was tense, not looking up from my food. "Is something wrong?" I suddenly hear Sinner ask, "you aren't really eating."

I look up from my plate to see that they are both staring at me. At some point while lost in thought I must have put my fork down. I sit up straighter, "what, oh, um yeah, I'm fine. Just, you know thinking about a lot of stuff and all." I ramble, by the looks on their faces I could tell they knew that there was a lot I wasn't telling them. But I wasn't about to just give them my life story.

     When I didn't explain any further Sinner raised his eyebrow, "would it have anything to do with that bad dream of yours?" He asked. At his words my face paled, I didn't know what I was supposed to say to them. My mind traveled back to the dream, which led back to that nigh. I remember all the night that I would lay awake, knowing that if I fell asleep I would only see the memory of that night again, all the nights I would lay awake repeatedly telling my self that it was all my fault.

     I hadn't realized that I was crying till I felt arms wrap around me. I don't like being touched often, never one to like hugs, but something about this person felt comforting, it felt right. "I'm sorry, it's okay. I'm sorry" I heard Sinner say. I let a sob leave my body, not caring how terrible it looked or sounded. I had promised myself I wouldn't cry over the past anymore years ago, but I have been holding it in for so long that releasing it just felt better. For years I felt like I couldn't go to anyone with my feelings, I never wanted to put too much on Mac and I didn't want to talk to a stranger about it.

     Something about Sinner felt safe, like he was always the one who was meant to hold me when I felt broken. I felt him lift me up, and didn't even try to stop him. I felt him sit down with me still in his hold, we stayed like that for a while, me crying on his shoulder in his embrace, and his quietly cooing in my ear while rubbing my back.

     I sat up and wiped my eyes not looking up at him, "sorry about that," I said forcing a small smile.

     "Hey, look at me," he said lifting my chin with his thumb. "You don't have anything to apologize for, I want to be here for you. I want to be the one you cry to, the one you can feel free to vent to. I want to be there for you no matter what, and I know that it will take time for me to be that person for you. But I'll wait." He said. His eyes were swirling with emotion. I could see that he was telling the truth so I gave him a small nod. He gave me a smile, "well, if you want I can take you back to you're place, or if you want you can stay in one of the guest rooms." He said.

     I decided to stay in one of the guest rooms. I didn't really want to go back to that children's home, and I felt oddly comfortable with Sinner and Mason. I lay starring at the ceiling, realizing so thing, for so long the only person who had ever had a look into my world was Mac, but now someone new has entered. But I was okay with that. I let these thoughts play in my mind as I drifted off to sleep.

Hey guys! Sorry this chapter took so long, I have been super busy lately. I hope you all liked this chapter! I feel like we all need a Sinner in our life's, is that just me?

Well I hope you are all prepared, because there's about to be a new kid at school! I have been super excited to bring him in, and with him comes A LOT of  drama, not going to lie.

Well until next chapter my lovelies, "stay Foxy!" ~kit