No Strings Attached

Chapter Eleven

Going to bed I turned out the lights on my bedside table and turned in my side, grabbing the blankets to cover from my shoulders to my toes.

I lay like that for a while, thinking about Kathy, Grant, my mom, Carden, how much better everyone's life would be without me in it. Maybe I should just give up on whatever kind of life I'm trying to lead while being on this planet.

I had a dream that night, about my mom bringing Carden home from the hospital.  He was so little and I was so angry. I didn't want my mom to have another kid from another guy that wasn't our dad, I resented her for Carden for the longest time, and then the first time Carden walked up to me when he could actually talk using full sentences he said "Sissy, I wove you."

Those words were of those you hear from your family, friends, and significant other. No stranger would ever walk up to you and confess their undying love for you.

That was the day I warmed up to Carden, I realized just how much I actually did love him. My own little brother. The only brother I'll ever have.

Growing up I was given the most attention, naturally, since I was the youngest, well until Carden.

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The next day at school Kathy kept asking me about  the threads, what could I see exactly, who that bitch Katlyn Fitzgerald was matched with, who evidently was Kyle Webster.

It seemed as though the night or three she had to think about the whole epidemic she finally decided to believe me, that my crazy messed up talent was an actual thing. I never told her that she was paired with Jacob, mostly because I knew she wouldn't want to know that, he, was the guy she'd be meant to spend her forever with.

It turns out my mother was Roger's perfect match, so I told her immediately. She was ecstatic with this news, she started to fill the whole house with flowers and plants to try to 'liven the place up with love'. Roger has three kids of his own, the eldest being Heather, she's 19, and then Ryan, 13, and the youngest 3, Phoebe. Those kids had been attempts to fix the three marriages that had all failed due to the kids.

My mother loved kids. I believe if she could, she would have had thirty.

She always talked about Roger and how good he made her feel and come to think of it, Grant made me feel the exact same way.

I looked down at the small thread coming out of me. I have to find out who this is.

I decided that during Thanksgiving break I would spend that whole week searching for my match. The boy of my forever.