Chasing The Lies

Chapter 3

Sorrry about the spacing its being odd.. :P

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I woke up to the sounds of clanking and sizzling as a mouth watering sent reached my noise. I snuggled deeper into the incredibly comfortable surface I was sleeping on and pushed my face deeper into the pillow trying to drowned out the intoxicating sent that was making my stomach go mad with hunger. Finally with a sigh of defeat I drug my tired body out of the bed I was sleeping in and let my nose lead me to my destination. With my eyes barley open and my sense of direction dependant on mostly my nose I stumbled over to the table and plopped my self in a chair. It was plush and comfy on the bottom. Hmm that's weird last time I checked mom had bought those stiff backed wooden chairs because to her comfort wasn't a issue when it came to beauty. Putting the thoughts out of my mind and deciding she had actually found some decent chairs that were still 'beautiful', I laid my head on the table and grumbled out in annoyance of being woken up so dang early.

"Mom, why couldn't you have waited until it was at least a decent hour to cook breakfast?"

A manly chuckle invaded my ears making my head snap up to find the person that it belonged to. I met a pair of emerald green eyes and automatically knew where I was and how I had gotten here.

"First of all I'm not a woman nor your mother. That would just be creepy. And second of all it 12:00 in the afternoon, which I think is a reasonable time enough."

I bit my lip and dropped my head in embarrassment. How could I have been so stupid as to think I was still at home with my parents and my sister and brother? A wave of guilt and heart ache swept over my body and I had to choke out my next words.

"I- I have to p-pee."

I stumbled up from my chair and fled towards the nearest door I saw hoping I would get it right for once in my life. Ripping open the door open I slammed it behind me before collapsing a few feet in front of it. Curling into a ball I tried to keep my sobs quiet so no one would hear me and try and comfort me. Unfortunately for me a few minutes after I collapsed into a heap on the floor, Spencer decided to come and see what was wrong with me.

"Kota?" His soft whisper wrapped around me and the nickname he gave me and actually made a small smile  come to my face. I hugged my knees tighter trying to cover my tear soaked face but the movement made a gut wrenching sob work its way out of my throat.

"Kota?! What's wrong baby girl."

He pushed my knees away from my face and lifted me into his arms. Holding onto him and pushing my face into his shoulder I tried not to cry but with him being so nice to me it was hard not to. He reminded me of home, where my mom would hold me every night when I was little because I had a bad dream or how I fell of the tire swing one day and my dad lifted me up and brought me inside because I was so sure I broke my leg. All these memories didn't help hold back the sobs emanating from my mouth.

"Calm down. Its ok I promise. Just let it all out and tell me what's wrong."

In that moment of time I didn't know what compelled me to tell him my secret, maybe it was the effect he had on my body or the way he comforted me making me feel almost whole again, even though I still had a huge gaping hole from not being with my family where my heart should be, but I told him with out a pause.

"Its just I miss my family."

"Well why don't you just go visit them? I get a little home sick once in a while too you know. Its nothing to be ashamed of, baby girl."

I gripped tighter to him and forced my words through my lips without sobbing.

"Its more complicated then that, Spencer. I can't ever go back home again." With those words a sob passed my lips and I was huddling in to Spencer's chest again.