I'll Take Care of You

Chapter Four

"What's truth or truth?"

All of the boys gaped at me. I guess that growing up in the middle of no where, with no internet connection and no parents can really deprive you of a normal childhood. Who would've guessed?

Harry shook his head, as if he was trying to process the fact that I didn't know what his precious little game was. "It's like Truth or Dare." He looked at my blank expression and sighed. "We get to ask you a question, and you have to answer truthfully no matter what."

I blinked hardly. I absolutley hate questions. Questions lead to answers, and answers lead to people finidng out more about you...and a lot of the time what they find, they don't like. It's one of the few things that I'm really scared of in the world. Questions.

"Uhmm...I don't know about that," I said, looking from one hopeful face to the next.

"Oh commmee on. Please, Kaylie? Have some fun," Niall said, smiling at me.

I sighed. I could always lie. I kick ass at lying. Like, if there was an olympic sport for Lying, I would so have won gold years ago. "Alright. Who's going first?"

The boys cheered.

"I will!" Louis volunteered. "I pick...Liam! Liam," he looked up at the ceiling, thinking, "Why are you really afraid of spoons?"

What? Liam laughed weakly. "When I was little, I was eating cereal and I went to put it in my mouth and it was just...filthy. It was seriously disgusting.  And then, I threw the spoon and it went through the window, which broke the glass, which sent my dog running around barking, who knocked over a vase, which landed on my head and gave me a concusion."

"You're kidding right?" I asked.

"Kaylie," Liam said seriously, "You don't kid in Truth or Truth."

Well okay then. "Okay!" Liam said, suddenly happy. "My turn! I pick....Zayn. If you could get with one celebrity, who would it b-"

"KIM KARDASHION!"

That was quick. I laughed, surpsing myself. I havn't laughed with anyone besides Jason in...well, in seven years. Unless you could the animals in the woods. Which most people don't.

"I pick Kaylie," Zayn said darkly, looking over at me. Awwwh, dang.

"Kaylie...is that your natural hair color?"

And that was when I decided that I liked these boys. They didn't ask me some deep dark question about why I was in here, where my parents were, why we had to try so hard to stay alive. No, they ask something stupid and silly and worthless. Is that your natural hair color?

I laughed. "Yes. Yes, Zayn, this is my natural hair color."

"It's so pretty!" Louis exclaimed, and I smiled.

"Okay my turn," I said, rubbing my hands together and getting into it. "Niaaaallll....is that your natural hair color?"

He blushed a deep red. "N-No. My real hair is brown."

I knew it. I could see his dark roots through his blonde mass of hair, because I notice things like that. It's why I'm such a good gatherer, I can find even the most hidden berry bushes.

Suddenly, the door opened and Jason came through, a deer slung over one shoulder and three rabits in his belt. "Oh!" I screamed, leaping up and running to him, taking the rabits out of his hands and setting them onto the kitchen counter.

We got to work immedietly. You have to, if you want good, fresh meat. I grabbed a butcher knife and began to skin the rabits as Jason worked on the deer. The boys watched us, mouths hanging open, as we skinned and cut, worked and worked. We hadn't had a deer in forever.

When we were done, I took the furs and set them down gently, being extra careful with the deer coat. I could use that to make a coat, or even a blanket if I was careful enough. It was a pretty dang big deer, probaby male, and fully grown. The best kind.

"Fridge or Fire?" I asked Jason, which meant do you want me to put this in the freezer for later or cook it up now?

Jason bit his lip and thought. He took the knife out of my hand and cut off a piece of the deer, pretty big, decent sized and set it apart. "Everything but that fridge." I nodded and began to gather the meat, putting in in our plastic bags and setting them in the freezer.

"How do you guys know how to do that?" Liam asked, walking up to us from the couch, still gaping.

Jason laughed, "Man, we have to. If we want to stay alive." I walked over to the sink, praying that the running water would work...nothing. I groaned and walked over to the towel, wiping the deer blood off of my hands, staining them red.

"What are you gonna do with all that meat?" Niall asked.

Jason and I looked at him like he was crazy. "Eeeeaaaat it," Jason said slowly, as if talking to a kindergartner.

"Eat that?" Zayn asked.

"Yes, Zayn. You can either eat this or die, it's really up to you."

Zayn just sighed and shook his head. "Whatever, I'm so dirty. Where's your shower?"

Jason and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. "We only have running water sometimes, if we're lucky, and even then it'll only last for like thirty seconds," I said, still laughing. "If you want to bathe, do it in the creek."

"The creek?" Louis asked, mouth open.

"Yeah, the creek. Kaylie can show you where it is," Jason answered, already making his way outside to start the fire for the deer meat. I motioned for the boys to follow me, and made my way to the creek. It was decently deep, but you could still sit without drowning, and wasn't too far into the woods.

"Shirts off," I ordered. They did so, and I looked at all their cuts and scrapes, flinching. "Be careful...I don't want to have to re-strip all of those again. Louis, can you get in by yourself?"

"Yeah, I think..." he said, and began to make his way into the water slowly. I tossed them sponges and towels, and even some soap, which was a luxury for us and they began to wash up. They did it gently, moaning when they hit a spot with too much pain and I felt for them. I knew what that was like.

I had to help Louis out, but it went pretty well. Better than I thought it would go anyways. By the time we got back to the house, the fire was done and I could litterlay taste the fresh meat on my tongue. I began to say, "Okay boys are you ready for your first-"

When a growling noise came from the woods.  A noise that a rabit does not make.