The Things That Hurt The Most

Chapter 16; keep it hidden

I froze and put the cookie down. I didn't know if I wanted to tell him, I had a hard time trying to let others in and trusting people was also very hard for me but he just came and for some reason seemed very trustworthy. I didn't know if I should trust him or not but in the end I decided to tell him only a bit.

"My dad's in jail for murder and my mom became a workaholic after she got out of her depression." I told him in a short sentence.

I looked at his expression. He wanted to ask more, it was obvious but he didn't dare. "Oh..." was all he could end up saying.

"Aiden." I told him.

"Huh?" He looked at me confused.

"The person my dad killed killed. His name was Aiden, or going to be. He didn't make it." I looked at the cookie and messed with my hands because I didn't know what to tell him. I didn't want to tell him the whole story because I couldn't fully trust him yet.

"Oh, so you spend most of your time here alone?"

"Yes. All the time."

"Not anymore."

"What?"

"I'm here."

I looked up at him and he was already looking at me. Someone was finally here? Someone finally cared? Maybe it was worth it, maybe it was worth not ending it a few years ago because maybe things do get better. You just have to stay strong in the end. I looked away, tears in my eyes but they weren't sad tears, they were happy ones. I felt relieved to know that someone actually cared.

I wiped the tears away and turned back towards Elliot. He handed me a cookie and I took it, smiling. He smiled too and we continued to eat the cookies. We ended up finishing all the cookies and then he grabbed his clothes from the dryer.

"There's a bathroom over there in the living room." I showed him the way and he went inside to change.

I went to the other living room and looked at all the boxes left to unpack, there weren't that many but unpacking it might be too much work.

"Hey, where do you want me to put your clothes?" Elliot walked in with my clothes in his hand.

"Umm... Just put it on top of the drier, I'll fix it later." I told him.

I grabbed a box that was laying on the floor and picked it up without reading it, it was kind of heavy and had trouble taking it over to the kitchen. I put it down on the table just as Elliot walked out.

"What's in the box?" He asked.

"Umm, I don't know. I have to unpack and I just grabbed a box."

He looked at it for a second. "Cups and plates." He said.

"That's good." I grabbed my keys from the counter and ripped the tape on the box, it easily opened.

"You need any help?"

"Nope, I got this." I told him and started to take out the things inside the box and put them on the table.

The rain seemed to get louder and there was thunder and lightning too, it was too dark outside even though it was barely 3:40 pm. All the lights in the house were turned on because I just didn't like the dark mixed with thunder, rain, and lightning. It was a short story which I just hated.

I put the box on the floor and stacked all the plates on one side of the table and the cups on the other.

"Can you go check if there's any more boxes with plates or cups?" I asked Elliot and looked around thinking on how to organize things.

He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room where I could hear a few boxes moving around. The kitchen was only a bit dark even with all the lights turned on, I grabbed a few plates and headed over to the cabinets. I neatly stacked the plates inside a cabinet near the sink and then went to grab more plates. Elliot came back in the kitchen with a box with had pans all the cooking things. He put it on the chair and watched me take the plates over to the cabinet.

"You sure you don't need any help?" He asked once again.

"Yeah, I'm sure. There's only a few more left." I told him.

I put the plates in the cabinet and went to grab the other ones. There were only a small stack of them and next were the cups. I grabbed the plates and headed over to the cabinet when the lights went off and loud thunder echoed in the house.

I didn't meant to do it, but I dropped the plates and stayed quiet, I tried not to scream as the memory came flooding back. It happened every single time.

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A/N: I'm very sorry for the late update but I have been very tired and busy with school stuff. From now on I will most likely not be updating on Fridays but maybe Saturdays or Sundays but there will be an update every week, I promise. So sorry for the short chapter. anyways vote? comment? thanks ^.^