Jason's POV:
It's been 4 days since the break down Kiera had that one night. I felt horrible. I mean just the fact she didn't think I liked her anymore. That'll never happen.
Anyway it's been a rough 4 days. For the most part her injury is healed and she won't have to wear the bandage for much longer. Not being able to hear Kiera's voice is killing me. I miss it. I've also noticed that her fun personality is now gone. She has isolated herself up in our room. She won't even help with Drew and Anna. It's really starting to worry me.
I was sitting in the living room when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out to see it was from Kiera.
"Hey Jason." I thought it was kind of odd that she just said hey.
"Hey baby girl. You need something?"
"No. No. I'm fine. (:" I shook my head. Kiera never says she's fine. I sighed and walked upstairs to our room.
I opened the door to see Kiera laying on the bed crying. She didn't hear the door open and so I silently closed it and climbed onto the bed pulling her on my lap.
"Kiera." She kept her head nuzzled into my chest.
"Babe please look at me."
She slowly lifted her head to look at me.
"What's wrong?"
She pulled her phone out and texted me.
When she had finished typing she cried harder and buried her head into my chest.
I got the text and opened it.
"My throat is burning and I just want my voice back! I want to be able to talk to you and the kids. I don't want to see them. If I can't talk to them then I don't want to see them I don't want them to see their mom like this, and neither of them can read. I'm done Jason. Please just please make it stop."
I pulled her into a hug. "Babe it'll be okay I promise. Anna has been asking about you and I'm sure Drew misses you. Babe you know I can't do that. If I could take away the pain I would. You know I would, but I can't. I-I'm sorry." I felt tears start to well up in my eyes even though I was trying to be strong for Kiera.
"Hey what about you girls go dress shopping today for the wedding?"
She looked up at me and began to stop crying.
"Well actually first, what colors do you want to be the theme of the wedding? I'll pick one and you can pick one."
She got out her phone and quickly typed in a color. "Purple."
I looked down at her. "Of course you want purple." I smiled at her and laughed a little while she just smiled back.
"Okay I choose white." She gave me a puzzled look.
"What?"
She sent a text, "Why white?"
I looked at her and just shrugged. "I don't know I just want it to be beautiful and pretty. I want light colors not dark." She just nodded.
"Is that okay?" She nodded and smiled.
"Okay."
Man I wish she could talk. This texting and body language is getting on my last nerve.
My phone vibrated, "I love you Jay!<3" she then gave me and kiss and got up to walk out.
Kiera's POV:
I got up and walked downstairs to find Chloe and Ashely.
It didn't take long to find them since they usually hang out in the same place they usually hang out.
The hangout room. I walked and stood in front of them.
I pulled my phone out and put them in a group message with me. "Who wants to go dress shopping for the wedding today?!"
They both pulled their phones out and read the texts at the same time.
"YES!! COME ON LETS GO GET ANNA AND GO!!!!!" Ashely shouted as they stood up and yanked on my arm to follow.
I smiled and ran behind them.
Maybe losing my voice wouldn't be as miserable as I thought. I mean yeah it would be better if I had it, but I think I can live without it for a while.
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Sorry guys this is just a filler. I went to the movies to see "The Fault in Our Stars." And it was amazing!!
Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry it's short!
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My Stalker: He's Not All Bad (Jason McCann)
FanfictionYou know Kiera and you know Jason. You also know what they've been through together. Right when things start to look up will Jason mess things up? Kiera finally earns her trust with Jason and Jason finally earned his with Kiera. How long will th...