Orphan (A Jack Gilinsky Fanfic)

8. Finally

KATHRYN'S POV

I stare at the window soundlessly, watching the bright sunlight travel through the translucent curtains. I've sat in this position for what feels like hours. I haven't had a nightmare about my parents since the first month.

I sit criss cross applesauce on the soft carpet, determined to remember every last detail of my dream. The color of her nails, the way her perfectly curled hair looked, the sound of her voice.

I close my eyes and cringe as I remember her words. "Don't you see? I wanted to get rid of you. I hate you." I bite my lip as I resist the tears rapidly beginning to form.

I take a deep breath and stand up hastily. I feel my head pounding against my skull as the migraine strengthens in pain. I absentmindedly strip myself, my thoughts still running marathons. I slowly make my way to the shower, turning on the water to it's hottest degree.

I let the boiling water hit my skin in full force, barely feeling the stings of pain. I begin to sob uncontrollably as my skin turns a light pink. Everything hurts. I wish I was never born.

I remain in the shower until I run out of tears. By the time I step out, my entire body is a light tint of pink and I feel like I've been sunburned. The bathroom fills with hot steam, fogging up the windows and mirrors completely.

I carefully walk out of the restroom, the cool air of the bedroom soothing my skin. I gingerly dry myself and wrap my hair in a towel. I slip on a pair of yoga pants and a simple white v-neck, taking my hair out of the towel to air dry. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh as I stare at my puffy, swollen eyes. I fidget in my toiletry bag before pulling out a small tube of mascara, applying my makeup lightly.

I walk down the stairs and into the living room silently. I slump on the couch and cross my legs, flickering on the TV to a random channel. My eyes are glued to the moving screen, but my mind is wandering elsewhere.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear a knock on the door. My eyes flutter in the direction of the sound, but I make no movements. After a long moment, I hear a second, quiet knock. Clenching my jaw, I hoist myself off the couch and walk to the door silently.

I open the door to reveal Jack with his hands in his pockets. I tilt my head at him with an eyebrow raised, "You couldn't use your masterkey?"

He smiles slightly before frowning, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at his feet. He clears his throat and looks up at me with troubling eyes, "I just wanted to apologize, Kathryn. I was completely fucked up last night and I-I was out of line. I shouldn't of slept in your room." He pauses to survey my expression. "I'm sorry."

I stare at him. I sigh and breathe out truthfully, "It's okay."

There's a moment of silence as we stare at eachother. Surprising myself, I open the door wider and ask, "Have you eaten yet?"

Jack smiles slightly and shakes his head, "Nope."

"Well let's have some breakfast," I say as I turn around and walk casually into the kitchen. I hear Jack walk inside and shut the door as he follows behind me.

Jack leans against the kitchen counter and looks at me with a smile, "What're we havin'?"

I look over my shoulder with a smirk, "I hope you like cereal." I open the cabinet above the oven and reach for the box of cereal, revealing my midriff as I stretch my body in an attempt to grasp it. Grunting slightly, I lick my lips as I begin to stand on my tippy toes.

Suddenly, I feel a pair of cool, smooth hands place themselves on my bare sides, guiding me away gently and sending tingly shocks up my spine. "Allow me," Jack suggests as he reaches into the cupboard, easily pulling the box of cereal out.