Chapter Six: That Night

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A/N:

⬆️A little inspiration for Moon.⬆️

Love them all, couldn't pick one.😍😍😍

-B. 😊🥺🥺

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(Moon's POV)

Once Sophia was asleep, I headed back to the kitchen.

"You're Gavin?" I said to the blonde guy.

"I am."

"Thank you for the call."

"Call? You know him? I'm so confused." The brunette girl said.

"Is that why you insisted we come to this?" Dad asked.

I nodded.

Dad originally denied Mr. Keene's invitation to this dinner and I agreed, but then I got a call from an unknown number which turned out to be Gavin.

"You want to explain or shall I?" Gavin asked.

"How much they know?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Nothing. They know nothing. They think she's a little weird."

"They think a girl with PTSD is weird?" I asked, getting a little angry.

"PTSD?"

"Have at it." I said to Gavin.

"It's a long story." He said sitting down as I walked over to the doorway. I stood so that I could the door to the room she was in, but still be in the kitchen.

"When Sophia was two, her father murdered her mother and her sister." Gavin started, causing everyone to gasp. "Her father was arrested and she was sent to foster care with her older brother. That's where she met him." Gavin said pointing at me.

"You guys remember when we went on that trip last semester and she was crying in her sleep?"

"Yeah, she kept screaming for the moon." The platinum blonde girl said.

"She wasn't screaming for the moon. She was screaming for her moon, which would be him. Kang Moon-Sik. Moon's parents died in a car crash and he had no one else, so he went to foster care too. From day one, they were attached at the hip."

I grinned at the memory. Little strawberry blonde Sophia following me everywhere with her unruly hair and mix-matched socks.

"They spent the next four years together. Everyday, every hour, every minute, every second. They were always together. Bathed together, ate together, and slept together. Their foster parents tried to separate them, but Sophia would scream and Moon would try to fight people."

I chuckled.

"Sophia doesn't go swimming with us, not because she can't swim, but because her scars would be visible."

"Scars? What scars?"

"Scars like these." I said undoing the first few buttons of my shirt.

"Are those...."

"Burn scars."

"When she was six and he was nine, their foster home was set on fire. It housed ten other kids and the two parents. Sophia and Moon....." Gavin trailed off.

"We were the only ones that made it out alive, besides one other kid. He died in the hospital." I finished for him. "I had been playing in the pool with him when the house caught fire. He ran in to grab his sister. I ran in for her."

"That's how you got burnt."

"I found her curled up in the corner of the dinning room. She couldn't get out and her path to the window was blocked. Our foster mom had tried to get to her but burned to death before she could. I got to her just before part of the ceiling fell."

Her friends had tears rolling down their faces at that point. I mainly kept my focus on the bedroom door.

"I shielded her body with mine and got the most of the burn. Eventually, the firemen came and saved us. We were both rushed to the hospital. Everyone else was declared dead on arrival. A lot of people said that we shouldn't have made it out alive."

"How long were you in the hospital?"

"Almost a year. I had been legally given to another foster home and so had Sophia. They wouldn't let us stay together. I could hear her scream for me in the hospital. I could hear her cries. But I couldn't do anything. They let us say goodbye at least."

"What'd you say?"

"I told her to stay alive. To stay alive and safe. I told her that I'd find her. No matter what and no matter where she was, I'd find her. I told her that when she missed me, all she had to do was look up at the sky at night."

"That explains why she always wants to be outside when the moon is up."

I smiled. " I told her that I'd find her and make sure we would never be separated again. After I got out of the hospital, I was adopted and my parents moved me back to South Korea. Records for foster kids are sealed, so I couldn't find her and she couldn't find me."

"So the Sophia that we know..."

"She may seem happy, but she's far from it." Gavin said.

"But you can help her." One of the guys said.
"He's the only one who can. They live and breathe for each other. That's why I called him."

"How did you find him?"

"Saw him on the news. The picture they showed of him revealed a little of his scars. I wasn't 100% sure it was him, but then they said his name. I couldn't see he suffer anymore. She told me about a week ago that she wanted to give up. She didn't want to do it anymore. She couldn't. Her night terrors and anxiety and everything else were suffocating her."

"I'm thankful he called me. Truly." I said.

"What was that thing that you did? You held up your hand and she stopped or something." One guy asked.

"We were in two different foster homes together. With the first one, the husband and wife were abusive towards us. To protect Sophia, I came up with that system. I held up my hand in a fist that told Sophia to either stop or stay put where she was. I opened my hand when it was safe for her."

"That's clever."

"Is she asleep now?" Gavin asked.

"Passed out from crying," I said, just as she started to make noises. "And that's my cue."

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(Gavin's POV)

Sophia started to have a night terror and she had just started to scream when Moon walked in and then it all stopped.

"He's magic." Phoebe said. "I've been listening to those for almost a year now. It usually only lasts like ten minutes, but still. I ask her every morning how she slept, hoping she'll open up to me, but she tells me she slept great."

"How could she have suffered that much and never tell us?" Sean asked. "We are her friends."

"She felt that no one would understand her. Plus, she doesn't want anyone to pity her." I explained.

"So she'll be good now? Happy for real?"

"Possibly."

"Possibly?"

I sighed before finishing the last part of the story. "Two weeks ago, she got a call. The person on the phone was calling to inform her that her brother is being released from prison six years early for good behavior."

"Why is her brother in jail?"

"He's the one that set the house on fire. He's the one that tried to kill her and Moon."

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