unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 50.5

Maybe if everyone knew just how defective I truly was, they’d see things correctly, see things as Connor had. He was the one that hurt me, but maybe he knew the truth, maybe he was the one that had seen things correctly in the first place.

They why did Chelsea take away his wolf if he was the one that had the correct attitude towards you? Nyx countered. I mean Kieran are you saying that the Luna was wrong? My eyes widened in fear, you shouldn’t think those things,I replied.

My stomach was rolling, nearing six in the afternoon, I knew that Grant would be coming by once again, he just never seemed to give up, because he wants to help you, Nyx thought but I just continued to walk, pace in my room. By the third circuit the carving tools Chelsea had given me were just taunting and puzzling me further. Not only had she purchased the set I saw and wanted, she added another wooden case set with eighty pieces, and another machine that carvers used. “You made beautiful frames Kieran, you should have the tools so you can continue to do so if you should want to continue,” she said with a smile.

Yet you haven’t touched them? Because I didn’t want to get used to having them, incase she took them away.

They’re yours… like the picture of Oakley… has she taken that away?

It’s different.

How?

Throwing myself onto my couch I ignored Nyx, he wasn’t on my side anymore, since everyone came he just agreed with them when before I knew I had him so I wouldn’t be alone.

But you were alone, I’m not someone that can hold your hand like Oakley did Kieran, he told me before quieting down.

Just as expected, a few moments later a knock pulled me from my thoughts, opening the door, Grant smiled brightly at me, “How are you today?” he asked after I let him in, sitting on the desk chair leaving me the sofa.

Sitting my muscles tense, “Oh wow, Chelsea went all out for you huh?” he pointed looking over all the tools on the table, “Then again, you’re talented with little tools, the designs you’ll be able to make now…” he continued. I just couldn’t understand why he kept on coming back, because he wants to help.

I can’t be fixed, I replied.

“So… what did you do today?”

I shrugged, “I – I listened to the recording Oakley made me,” I said my face heating.

“What else?” he continued not reacting in any way, just giving him a nice smile.

“Nothing else…” no one really wanted to be around me, the only friend I have – had – was Oakley and I had to get rid of her.

“So did you think about those questions I asked?”