Broken Trouble (Broken Storm Series Book 1)

Chapter 2

A knock on the door woke me from my slumber sometime later. I jerked upright, yanking the ear-buds out of my ears so I could hear better.

"Honey, I brought ya a piece of pie from supper," Polly's voice was muffled through the door.

I contemplated ignoring her, not really feeling like talking to anyone anymore today, but my stomach felt like it had been attempting to eat itself for hours now and the pie was calling to it. I swear I could smell it through my door. I got up and removed the chair from in front of the door, slowly opening it a smidgen and peeking out.

Polly stood with her usual smile, holding the pie. Peach pie with ice cream on top, slowly melting from the heat.

"Can I come in for a second Honey?"

Shoot, this wasn't going to be a drop and run of food, she wanted to talk. I couldn't exactly refuse without being extremely rude and I didn't want the pie to go to waste, so I opened the door the rest of the way and Polly stepped through the door frame, handing me the pie.

Thank God, finally food for my hungry belly! I crammed a fork full of pie into my mouth, the sweet peaches, calming ice cream and soft pie crust melted in my mouth. It wasn't surprising that Polly had made the pie; it held the same characteristics as her.

I felt the bed beside me shift as Polly sat down beside me, "Honey, I wanted to talk to you a bit about supper. I'm so sorry about what Gavin said this evening."

The way she spoke told me she had more to say on the subject, so I stayed quiet and listened.

"Gavin is our son, but he wasn't always. He's had such a hard life, both him and Wyatt, and he's just feeling insecure about everything. He's gotten comfortable with things how they are here and he's afraid of things changing. When the barn burned down, he panicked and is still working through his feelings," Polly paused and smiled, "He's just being silly; he'll get used to the way things are now."

Gavin's their son, but he wasn't always? Did that mean he was adopted? It made me realize he hadn't had the perfect life of living here his entire life, and I wondered what all he had been through to get here. I didn't voice any of my questions though, I respected people's privacy too much, which was probably a result of wanting so much of my own. She was opening up to me and I didn't feel like I was part of their lives enough to ask for more details.

"It's okay. It's my fault. I deserved it," I said, cramming the last bite of pie into my mouth. This was really good pie and a great distraction from my thoughts.

"Ah Honey, don't say that! It was an accident," She gripped my shoulders, staring into my eyes, "None of this is your fault. Do ya hear me?"

I had already stood in front of the judge and told him what had happened that night. Polly must have been there too; I just hadn't noticed her. How else would she have known it was an accident?

I nodded to her and she smiled back before taking my empty plate and standing, kissing the top of my head, "Goodnight Honey."

How could she be so understanding and kind? I didn't think it was possible for anyone to be more kindhearted than she was. I swallowed back a small smile, I didn't want to get too attached to anyone here.

My future was still uncertain.

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The next knock on my door came way before dawn, followed by a mumbled, "Breakfast," from an unknown person.

Wait, what?

Who in their right mind would have breakfast before the sun had even risen? The sun notifies you when it is a reasonable time to wake up, no one needed to get up before the sun did!