Kytyn was abused by both her mother and father at home, and was best friends with both Cristina and William Beardsley, and spent most of her nights at their house, hidden from their strict father. They didn't know if they could trust him with her se...
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Kytyn.
The next few days I wasn't really at the house for the crazyness the family had in store. I had started working, and Mrs. Munion kept Alex in her room, mostly letting my baby sleep, since she was still little. A few days after moving in, I had woken from a nightmarish memory of my old house. I didn't dare tell Frank or Helen that I had these kinds of nightmares and needed Cristina or William beside me, so I endured most of them, until tonight. I was very alone in my room, since Alex had been asleep when I got home late, so I left her in Mrs. Munion's room for tonight. I had ate a late dinner, said my goodnights to Helen, Frank and the kids, and retired to bed. Now, I lay wide awake in bed, shivering in fear as my hands clutch my hair. I dreamt that my step father found where I was, and he hurt everyone to get to me, and... my eyes widened, in my fearful state I rushed down the stairs and ran towards William's room. I shakily opened the door and saw two forms sleeping on the two beds in the room. They both bolted upright in bed and looked at me, stood in my long baggy t-shirt, from Will, and pajama shorts.
"Kytyn?" I hear the figure on the right side of the room ask, voice raspy.
"Will!" I whiper yell, running and jumping into his arms, sobbing again.
"Hey, shhhh, I'm here, its ok..." he rubs my back as the door closes.
"Whats wrong with her?" The other figure in the room asks, annoyed.
"She had a nightmare." William says, pulling me closer and under the covers. "She has them frequently, and normally needs me or Cristina."
"Well why is she in here? Can't she go to your sister?" The guy scoffs.
I shake my head, already shaking in fear from the memory of the nightmare. I clutch onto Will even tighter and he holds me closer, as close as possible, and kisses my head, combing his fingers in my hair.
"Shhh... it's ok... just go back to sleep..." he whispers, and I obey, falling asleep after hearing him say "she must've dreamt I got hurt."
I nod softly, confirming his guess, and nuzzle into his chest before succumbing to sleep and being comforted by his embrace and scent.
In the morning, I found out that the other figure in the room, was Helen's oldest son, Dylan. He was a bit of a jerk, but otherwise tolerable. More so than his sister. The second day of being here, when she met me she insulted me and asked why Frank took in such a girl who has a baby already. She insulted Alex too, and William and Cristina weren't having it at all, neither were Helen or Frank. They forced her to apologize, but what she said wasn't forgotten. She's still like that, just not around any of the Beardsley family, or her mother.
"Kytyn, Alex seems to want her mother." Mrs. Munion tells me as I walk into the kitchen for an apple. I smile, taking my daughter into my arms, forgetting why I came down the stairs. I coo down at her as she smiles. "Would you like me to make you something to eat?"
"No, thats fine, Mrs. Munion, I'm not hungry. I'm going upstairs to spend some time with Alex before I have to go to work again."
"Alright." She nods and lets me head upstairs. Once in my room, I sit in the hanging seat with a child's book, reading to the 4 month old.
"Knock knock." Cristina says with a large smile. I look at her and see her with a tray of food. "Mrs. Munion made this after Will asked her to, so I thought I'd bring it up and make sure you ate before work."
"Thank you." I smile softly. I was planning on just skipping breakfast in favor of spending more time with Alex, but its obvious Will and Cristina won't let that happen. "I'm very grateful for you and Will."
"We'll always be here for you, Kytyn." She kisses my head and then Alex's.
"Now head downstairs, you need to go to school soon." I tell her, glancing at my watch. She giggles before nodding, waving bye to us.
I had graduated a few years early from High school, and did online college classes during my pregnancy, and worked at an animal shelter after Alex was born, and before Frank and the kids moved. Now I have a job at a local vet office, where I am A Veterinary Technician. I may have only started a few days ago, but I work a lot, and barely get home before Alex goes to bed, so I rarely see her during the week. I have to leave for work an hour or two after she wakes up in the morning, and an hour after all the kids go to school. Tomorrow is the weekend though, so I'll be able to spend time with Alex, Cristina and William.
"Kytyn, It's time for you to head to work if you want to be early." Mrs. Munion yells from the floor below. I get up and grab my things, Alex still in my arms as I do so. I head down stairs and kiss her goodbye before handing her to Mrs. Munion and leaving in my car to head to work.
I returned home, really late, again. This time I returned to find a big party happening. I made my way inside and William wrapped an arm around me as we watched Phoebe and Cristina talking and getting along. Dylan was playing his guitar on stage, and William told me the younger kids were upstairs locked safely away with tv and candy. I didn't think it was a good idea, but I let it be. I wound up upstairs in my room with Will. Alex was with Mrs. Munion in her room, unknowingly letting a party rage on. I smile at Will before something unexpected happened. He kissed me as we were sitting on my bed. I kissed him back, but immediately stopped him when I tasted remnants of alcohol.
"You're... you're drunk." I state, not forming it as a question.
"Does that bother you?" He asks, he kept glancing between my eyes and lips. He tried to lean in again but I got up quickly, standing away from him.
"Yes. It does. I think you should leave before you do something you regret, Will." I tell him honestly. I open the attic door for him to leave.
He doesn't leave, instead he gets up and makes his way over to me and closes and locks the door, his body flush against mine. I can smell the alcohol on his breath and I turn my face away from it, flashes of my step father coming back. He gently stokes his thumb agains my cheek.
"I don't want to leave. And I won't regret anything that happens, unless you do..." he whispers and looks into my eyes. "Do you regret that kiss?" I shake my head, staring into his eyes, losing confidence quickly. He smiles gently and leans a bit closer. "Would you regret this one?" And he kisses me again, a bit more passionate than the last one. I kiss him back slowly, but then I hear the music downstairs stop and I head Frank yelling.
"Your dad's home." My eyes widen as I say this, and he seems to sober up.
