He's My Help |c.b.|

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•Kathryn's POV•

I walked downstairs and noticed Jeydon and Colby talking. He's probably telling Colby about our past. I didn't want Colby to know I came from parents and a home like that. He was going to find out one day, I know that, but I didn't think it would be like this.

"What are you guys talking about?" I ask them, clearly knowing.
They look at each other. They know, I knew.

Colby then said, "What we are all going to do today."
Jeydon looked at him, kinda confused.

"Can I talk you alone?" He asked me. I looked at Colby and sorry was roaming my eyes. He nodded at me.

I nodded at Jeydon. He led me to the kitchen. Colby sat in the living room, waiting for me to return.

Then Jeydon started to talk, "You can't act like none of that happened. Our past is our past. You have to tell him. I already told him some, you have to tell him the rest. Kathryn. We can't hide from the past...or what we did."
"Jeydon," I looked down, "We never did anything. It's just how we felt. It was wrong. I can hide, I've done it for years."

He tilted his head to the side in sadness, "We both don't feel that way anymore. We are brother and sister, nothing more. It's the past. It's not happening right now. You can put it behind you."

I teared up.
Colby noticed and walked back over to us. He pulled me into a hug.

"Go upstairs. I'll be up in a second." He told me. Then I walked upstairs, listening to what he was saying.

He told Jeydon, "Give her a day or two. Come back tomorrow evening. She needs some time."

I didn't hear him reply to Colby. All I heard was the door open and close. I felt bad but, I can't take that right now...
Why do I do this? I'm going to have to face this and what I did..
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Colby and I walked upstairs. We sat on the couch by my window. He held me from the side, with his arm. He kissed my forehead; it was longer than they usually were. I know he feels bad.. I have to tell him.

"Colby," I said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear, "I need to tell you what happened."

He nodded, his attention was just me, "Go ahead."

"This is mostly why Jeydon and I were separated....

Memory 3-
I laid in the bathroom in tears. My hair covering my face. My palms covered in mascara and eyeliner. I felt like I was so alone. No one was there for me. Jeydon. I can't let him see me like this. He's taken care of me too much. No interfering now...

Mom started banging on the door, "Kathryn! Let me in right now! Open the door!" The anger in her voice echoed in my head. It was ringing in my ear.

"Now!" She yelled, banging even harder.

I kept crying...
Tears.
Tears.
And tears.

That's all. No thought. Just tears and sadness.

Jeydon.. Jeydon..Jeydon.. He kept coming to my mind.

"No stop. Leave me. Don't come any closer." I said to myself, trying to take the thought away.

Jeydon..please help me..

I cried even more.. "Stop.."

The banging stopped... no more yelling.. no more mom. It's like she vanished.. What is just me? Or was it...,

My thoughts were interrupted by Jeydon..

"You okay?" He asked.
I looked at him like he was stupid with my mascara and eyeliner running down my face.

"I'm never okay. You know that! Don't ask me if I'm okay. It only makes it worse. Mom doesn't like me. I can't help it. Nothing and no one cares besides you. But if you keeping asking if I'm okay, I'll say I'm fine. And I know that makes you mad." I replied, crying.

His eyes connected with mine.. those emerald eyes. Oh no.. what am I thinking? I can't think this way! It's wrong! Stop it.
He feels it too. I can see it... oh shit.

It happened...why are we...

"What the hell are you two doing? You incest kids! Now we'll actually have to separate you two! No more of this!" Dad picked me up and dragged me out of the bathroom...

The whole time.. Jeydon just looked at me..

My brother just kissed me....
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That's why we were separated and never aloud to see each other again."  She was crying...

I know she doesn't feel that way anymore. But I know she missed him..

"It's okay. Come here." I pulled her into a hug and let her cry in my arms.