Wanna Play A Game? {Completed}

Untold and Missing

***If you haven't noticed this is most definitely a Kimberly and Sheldon week. Don't worry come Monday, it will be back to Brie and Colby!!!***

Kimberly P.O.V

After a few seconds Ella ran out of the room and said she was going to go color.

Once she left I turned my full attention to Sheldon.

"Why have you never told me about Ella?" I quizzed as gripped the bottle of alcohol, pouring it unto the cotton ball, before rubbing it on Sheldon's cut. 

He seethed as the cool liquid burned his cut. If the alcohol wasn't meant to clean his wound, I wouldn't have put him through more pain. Within seconds his eyes clouded over, "I ... I didn't want you to know about her, because you might have wanted to come over."

I gave him a crossed look for I was confused as to why he didn't want me to come over. "Of course I would have wanted to come to your house and meet her. She's your sister!" I replied with a smirk. 

Sheldon huffed and glanced away from me, "I didn't want to take the risk of ... him being here."

"What ... your dad?" I questioned as I tossed the bloody cotton ball in the trash can by Sheldon's bed. Looking back at Sheldon I noted that he was trying not to look in my direction, which, of course pisses me off to no end. With quickness, I gripped his chin, and forced him to look me directly in the eye. "Why do you stay here? Is it for Ella? Because if so, I can get some money, and so can you ... and you can get an apartment, take her away from here. Why do you stay if you own parent does this shit to you?"

Sheldon closed his eyes, as he persisted on not looking at me. 

With anger I released his chin, "You are being very immature about not looking and talking to me," I hissed at him. 

He slowly but surely opened his eyes. Sheldon's dark brown eyes stared directly into mine. "Fine you want me to talk, I'll talk. I am not running away from him because the only reason he hurts me is because I am the one that survived. It kills him to stare at me and see a spitting image of my mother and brother..."

"You mother? ... Brother? What do you mean?"

Sheldon moved his head to face the wall, and not me. 

"Damn it Sheldon, tell me or I am not leaving," I fired at him with outrage. 

"Why do you have to be so stubborn Kim?" He mumbled. 

"Why do you have to be so secretive?"

"Because ... you're just going to leave me when you find ourt what I did."

I raised an eyebrow, "Why do you think that?"

" ...  You know Elliot told me that he was going to get you to go out with him. He said that he loves you and you are slowly falling for him. The guy practically told me his plans to make you fall for him. He won't give up." Sheldon murmured. 

I leaned down so that my face was hovering over his. Sheldon looked at me, and said nothing else. We looked into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever before I spoke, "Sheldon, I will never leave you. Because ... I ... love you." I breathed out heavily as if I'd been holding in my breath. 

A sly smile found Sheldon's face, "I love you too." 

I smirked, but the sound of a door slamming made me jolt up straight. 

Loud footsteps echoed through the house and into the room. My head snapped towards the door as I waited for someone to come in front of the doorway. My eyes were bulged as I knew who it was: Sheldon's father. I expected his lean, tall figure to pop in front of the door frame, but instead a clicking noise sounded from a room over and the footsteps faded. 

Sheldon released a sigh and gripped my arm tightly. "Kimberly, I am begging you, please leave while ... while you can!" Sheldon stated in a shush tone with an expression of worry. 

Something made me stand up and nod, for I knew I had to get out of here ... but then I knew that if I left I would be leaving Sheldon and his little sister, Ella. I couldn't do that. So, suddenly I shook my head 'no'.

He raised an eyebrow at me, "Kimberly, you have too!"

"N-not without you and Ella!" I whispered at him. 

He sat up and winced in pain. 

"Sit down!"

"Not until you leave." He replied with stubbornness. 

"Shel!" Ella said as she ran into the room. "He's drinking." 

Sheldon growled and began to get off his bed. The way he was wincing made me cringe, but I held my ground for I was not leaving. "Kimberly, you either leave or I make you leave," he told me once he got on his feet. 

I could see, clear as day that he was more than outraged with me. "Sheldon-" I was cut off by him crushing his lips with mine.

Something was different ... I've kissed Sheldon before, but now I started to notice something was wrong. Yes, our lips were fitting and moving in sync, like always but something just wasn't right...

Sheldon stopped kissing me, and I thought it was because he noticed something wasn't right, but instead he just pressed the top of his head against mine. "Kimberly, you need to go home, now."

I don't know exactly what came over me but I ended up nodding, "Y-yeah okay." 

With that said Sheldon, gradually led me out of his house. I noticed though, he kept looking over his shoulder and I knew it was to see if his father was coming out of the room he seemed to put himself in. 

My mind was racing because I had so many things to ask Sheldon, and one of them was did he also tell that our kiss didn't have the same feeling as it normally did?

Once outside, I faced Sheldon, "I can't leave you and Ella here," I mumbled. 

"Kimberly, you're going to have to. Trust me when I say though, I will be fine."

"You can't promise me that."

" ... You're right ... that is why I didn't promise it. All I did was tell you that I will be alright, because that's all I can say as of this moment."

"Shel-Sheldon, please just get Ella and come with me!" I pleaded. 

Sheldon shook his head, "I can't ... it's my fault ... now please just go."

"No!"

"Kimberly, leave!"

"I can't."

"Then we are over," he spoke with a straight voice and face. 

"W-what?" I cried.

"You heard me, we are done, over, no longer together."

"B-but ... b-but-"

"I am calling the cops if you don't leave my property," Sheldon hissed at me. 

I gave him an expression full of hurt, before I nodded and solemnly walked away. 

Anger was firing through me, for how dare he break up with me! All I wanted to do is freaking help him! 

Fine! You know what?! He can suffer by the hand of his father for all I care! I thought to myself as I reached my car. 

When I got in tears fell down my rosy cheeks. 

Damn him!

It's not like I liked that kiss he gave me ... which wasn't a lie ... just then I started to think about the kiss between Sheldon and I ... It was then that it hit me what was missing from our heated lips ... sparks ... sparks like what I had when I kissed ... Elliot... 

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Edited By: Victoria (aka pcgeeksquadgirl)