The Way A Demon Loves |BWWM|

To Want the Misunderstood|Part 2

Hey 😊 here's part two. Hope everyone's doing well.

I didn't call my parents until two week later. Until I'd gotten used to Jared driving me to work and me waiting for him at the lobby. At this point I'd gotten used to him as a whole now. He worked most of the time and kept me up to date with the investigation which made hearing it on the news all the more easier since I already knew what to expect. In fact really, he made everything easier. He made me wonder why he was so nice, how anyone could be so nice? He literally drove me to work everyday without fail, no matter how late, how early despite the fact he had work himself.

I asked him why at one point and he just smiled at me and said I was a sweet girl and that he could tell I was was a sweet girl the moment he laid his eyes on my three years ago.

I wondered why he remembered me so well and he told me it was first time he had seen a murder case as a cop, somehow, me alongside the incident made an impact on him. It was nice thought and all but I'd decided to announce what I'd already decided to might have been the reason. Eventually, I suggested to him that maybe it was pity.

He laughed and shrugged and said so what if it was... "Kindness is kindness in the end." He said it didn't matter what it was. What mattered really was that he wanted to do it so he did. And then strangely enough, he told me thank you for letting him.

I was surprised and he noticed quickly so he said, "I never thought you would let me help you. So thanks."

He was strange. But in a good way, I liked it. It was effective enough to convince me to call my parents. But as my mom spoke after filling her in on what she already knew, I started to wish that I hadn't pretty quickly.

"You just can't seem to stay out of trouble can you Cecil? What happened to you? You used to be such a bright girl. Now you've dropped out of an Ivy league school and been too busy hopping around in every guys pants tryna find a place to sleep. You can hardly keep a job Cecil. And you're so busy being stupid you can't even realize when your roommates are actually thugs. What if you were home when that killer was up in there huh? What if you were there?! I'd be having funeral for my baby right now..."

My baby... I wonder all while huffing out small in humor.

I haven't felt like my mother's baby for almost five years. I've been to busy feeling like her greatest disappointment. Her tossed away baggage. It was hard explaining that to people whenever they asked why I didn't just get help from my parents. I usually tried to drop hints that they were not very interested in me. I'd say we haven't talked in some years, or that they haven't called. Or that they're busy, which I honestly think was a big one because who would ever be to busy for their homeless child.

But every once in awhile someone wouldn't get it, and I'd have to say something harsh, I'd have to say something honest, something real.

I'd have to relive it over again. My fall out with my parents, Kathryn's horrible death. My barely surviving through it all self.

I wish I could say it got easier over time, saying it over and over again. But it has not, as life became harder I only became weaker to the game. I only needed my parents more and more each day.

When Jared finally asked this morning though... It was much easier, I didn't sugarcoat anything. I went straight into it and told him how it all started.