My Saviour

(36) "Yes baby, choke on it just like that"

Chapter 36 – Kayla’s POV

“Kayla?” A voice that I recognise to be Jessica’s asked me.

“Mhmm” I mumbled absentmindedly as I chewed on my pencil, trying to figure out what the answer to this problem is. Who on earth mixed English and Maths together? Stupid idiot deserves a punch in the face.

“Can I speak to you?” Her voice cracked at the end, gaining my attention. I put my work aside and patted the spot next to me on my bed, gesturing for her to take a seat.

She walked over to my bed, her shoulders hunched and her head down low, the complete opposite of the confident Jessica that I was used to. She plopped down on my plush purple comforter and grabbed one of the teddy bears and hugged it. I furrowed my eyebrows, something must be seriously wrong if she actually had to come to me about it.

“What’s wrong darling?” I questioned, pushing my glasses further up my nose.

“I sometimes feel isolated from everyone else, like I don’t feel as if I belong or as if I’m important” She sniffed, hugging the teddy bear closer.

“Why do you think that?” It didn’t make any sense to me.

“I’m adopted” She informed me, a tear drop falling down her cheek.

“Oh darling come here” I pulled her in for a hug as she sobbed into my shirt.

“It’s just, when I see Mum and Dad always praising Trevor or Kian or Jamie, I just feel like ‘Why don’t they ever praise me?’ I know I’m a bit different to the others as in I like wearing darker clothes and keeping myself to myself, but Kian is also like that. Even Kate (A/N her older sister) is closer to everyone else than me” She cried.

I continued to rub her back and let her cry it all out before I said something. I was not expecting her to say she was adopted. When she came in, I thought it might have been heartbreak or something but I was definitely not expecting this. I sighed, thinking about how I can help her. I’ve know how loneliness can affect a person and I will be damned if I let history repeat itself to Jessica.

“Jessica, baby, look at me” I said once her sobbing had died down to just sniffles.

She looked up at me and my heart broke seeing the sight of her: her hair was all tangled and dishevelled, her eyes were puffy and swollen from crying and dried tear stains could be seen on her skin. She looked horrific.

Obviously she will look horrific, she’s been crying for God knows how long you stupid child.

Do you not know the meaning of being kind? You’re always attacking me brain.

 “I understand how you feel in some sense, I’ve been lonely for most of my life, even when my parents were there I was lonely but I had Cole. Similarly, you have your family and if they don’t appreciate you as much as they should, then you always have me” I stated.

“But-“

“Wait I’m not done yet,” I interrupted, “you are a stunning, beautiful teenager and to be honest, I find you awesome the way you are, I don’t want you to change for people when they can’t appreciate you for who you are. I mean, how many almost-15-year-old’s can scare a 19 year old away with a freaking look?” I asked incredulously, remembering the times I used to feel afraid of Jessica.

“Only me” Jessica laughed out, “but it’s still not fair”

“Think about it this way: your parents have 7 children including you – don’t say you are not their child because if they didn’t love you, they wouldn’t have adopted you – so they have to take care of every single one. They are probably stressed about Kate’s wedding in the summer, two of their children are graduating this year and then on top of that they have a perverted child and a crazy 5 year old to look after. It’s obvious they’re occupied which is why they don’t pay much attention to you. They still love you, all they need is time” I finished my speech.