The Help~(Completed♡)

Say Uncle

Kaden's P.O.V.

"I'm staying here for a few days.", Millie said walking into my apartment.  I groaned,

"Fine."

"I'm your favorite niece and I'm sad. I'm staying."

"Why are you sad?", I asked, flopping next to her on the couch.

"I was upset about Bella and mom asked what was wrong and I told her but she didn't believe me and got mad that I was lying and hiding things so I told her I was coming here and she just let me."

"You walked here alone!?"

"I know you don't like it but I've lived a block from you for almost thirteen years."

"Almost eleven years."

"You've lived here as long as I can remember K."

"Good. I don't need you remembering before."

"Moms told me not to ask."

"You can ask. You can ask me anything."

"I know it makes you sad."

"But I can talk about it now. It's been over ten years."

"Will you just... tell me why you take pills?"

"They're... antidepressants. Sometimes I get sad, but usually I just get moody. Your mother knows."

"She said it was better to wait until you were ready to explain and then mom said to just not ask in general so I just said fine but now I'm asking 'cause we're best friends and best friends don't hide stuff, right?", she asked as her big blue eyes met mine. I nodded,

"Right. You can ask me anything love, no matter what your moms say. I'm not your parent for a reason."

"You're basically my parent."

"Just because you don't have a dad does not make me your dad. Don't give me that shitty responsibility." She laughed a little, tucking her brown hair behind her ear as she peered down,

"Why?"

"Why...?"

"Why are you on antidepressants? What happened?" I pulled out my wallet, showing her a picture of a boy,

"Do you know who that is?"

"I've seen him before. Mama has pictures somewhere. Mom said not to ask."

"I'm shocked.", I scoffed, "Lin depriving you of information about your life? Never."

"You don't have to like her so much. Calm down.", she rolled her eyes.

"This is Michael. He was my son."

"Your... what? I have a cousin?" I shook my head a little, swallowing the lump in my throat,

"N-No." I sighed, "I met a girl named Elizabeth when I was twenty. She was twenty three and her son was ten. She got raped when she was thirteen. I married her three years later. When we got married, it was like a flip was switched. She got so mean. I-I thought maybe it was a honeymoon phase, but backwards. After a year, I was staying for Michael. Then she started getting worse. Then you were born. When you were two and Michael was sixteen, he left me this." I pulled out my phone, clicking on the voicemail I'd memorized,

"Hey. It-It's me. I um- I don't know how this works. But I-I know I can't just leave you with nothing. So, here it goes. You are absolutely my dad. Always have been. You're my biggest role model and a fantastic one. You've never done anything wrong and none of this is your fault. You did everything you could and I'm sorry. I know it's selfish. I know it's terrible and you're gonna be broken but I just can't do it. Mom's told me so many times that she never wanted me. I was always an accident. And she's right. Who wants a five year old in their graduation pictures? I was a fuck up to begin with. I'm sorry. So, so sorry. I hope one day you'll forgive me. I love you more than anything. Thank you for being my dad."

"I got that after I left work. He ditched school and-and shot himself under an overpass. I refuse to miss a phone call now. Ever. I left Elizabeth the next week, moved into the apartment, and I basically owe my life to your mother. She took care of me for months afterwards, which has never been her job. But I'm so thankful she did because if she hadn't, I might not have been here to watch you grow up and it is my absolute favorite thing in life."

"I'm glad you're here too. You're my favorite person. And it's always been mamas job to take care of you. Even if she's younger, siblings take care of each other. Family takes care of each other." She paused, "I'm really sorry about Michael. I'm sure I would have loved him."

"You did. And he loved you too. So, so much. But I'm glad you were too young to remember. I never want you going through something like that. And I can't go through it again. Promise me if you ever feel like that, you'll tell me."

"I promise. I don't wanna hurt you lile that."

"Good. I cannot lose you or your mom."

"I know K." She paused, "I-I thought about it once."

"When? And why?"

"A few weeks ago. I had a really bad day and then moms were fighting and I-I tried to talk to then because I was upset and then mom got mad and slapped me so I came here."

"The day you just came over and slept?" She nodded. "I knew something was wrong. I didn't wanna press."

"I didn't know how to explain it to you." I nodded a little. "It-It's okay I stay here, right? 'Cause if not-"

"Shut the fuck up Mill. It's always okay. We'll eat ice cream and watch reality T.V."

"Good. Can we order Greek food?"

"Hell yes."

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Millie leaned on my shoulder, whining,

"Can we go to bed?" I looked at the clock,

"It's nine o'clock."

"I'm tired and stressed out. Please?" I nodded,

"Okay. C'mon." I clicked off the T.V. and went into the one bedroom as Millie flopped into my bed. "Do you need to shower?"

"I will tomorrow.", she yawned.

"Homework?"

"If I had any I'm not doing it. I don't think I did."

"Okay kid.", I sighed, laying next to her. She laid on my chest,

"Night K. I love you." I hugged her tightly,

"I love you too baby."