Inhuman

Chapter 5

For the first time in as long as I can remember, my first waking thought was not of my dad but of Ashley.

God, I needed to stop crying.

Adam walked into my room quietly.  "Hey Kensley." He said softly,  as if talking loud would hurt me.

I glanced up at him quickly but he noticed my tears. He climbed into my bed, holding me to his chest. "Hey, it's okay, don't cry. I'm here."

I'm sure he didn't want to let me go. "Let me go Adam, I need to get ready for school."

"You're not going to school."

"I have to!"

He just shot me a look showing everything he could have said.

"Listen, Adam. I need to go to school. I can't just sit around all day, I promise,  I'll be okay."

He hesitated but then released me from his hold. "Okay. But let me drive you."

I agreed, knowing it was the only way he was going to let me go to school.

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I walked into first period early and took my seat, laying my head down on my desk and being sorrowful. I just hadn't wanted to be at home with Adam.

People started trickling in and everyone of them stared at me like I was a new person, maybe I was, maybe I just didn't notice.

Litterly a second after the bell rang Keghan walked into the room. The teacher grumbled something but he ignored her, walking toward me or his desk, again I wasn't so sure about it.

Throughout the whole class I lay my head on my desk, refusing to talk to anyone. I was aware that the teacher called on me a few times but I didn't have the will power to move.

The bell for the next class rang but I still didn't move, and Keghan stayed with me.

"We need to go." Keghan whispered.

Why was everyone whispering? I wouldn't get hurt from a loud voice. Or at least I think so.

"Come on Kensley."

"No. Please don't make me." I murmered.

"Come on. I can take you. You need to go to your next class. Please let me take you."

"I don't want to go if Ashley isn't going to be there."

"I understand." He sounded like he meant it.

"You do?" I looked up at him.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Do you want to hear a story?" He asked me.

I nodded turned large doe eyes on him.

He settled on my desk and waiting until I was settled in my seat to begin.

"My sister she died when I was younger. I was 13 and she got sick, really sick, and nobody knew how to help her. I stayed by her everyday until she died. And God was it terrible when she was gone. My parents went crazy and then took all their anger out on me. My mom hit me. Would you like to see?"

"I'm not sure." I hesitated.

He laughed and and turned, pointing to behind his ear. I was staring in awe when I saw it. A scar curled around his ear and to his neck, diving underneath his shirt. "It goes halfway across my back." He said, as if reading my thoughts. I thought about how if he would kiss me right then I could run my hands along his scar and into his hair.

"Will you finish your story?" I asked him gently.

"Of course." He smiled dazzlingly at me. "Then they apoligized and pretended that nothing ever happened." His eyes grew distant and hazy. "I never forgave them, I hate them so much, so so much. And I left them, me and my older brother, he left with me. And I never told anyone else." He poked me in the ribcage. "So don't go telling anyone."