unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 52

So I almost didn't post today... I had a DR. appointment and I've been so anxious about it that I didn't sleep and I worried myself sick. My thoughts were focused on the appt but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, I still have to wait on the results but I'm just keeping my thoughts positive (or trying to do so.)

Anyways, I'm going to go work on Scratch.... have a nice weekend everyone.

Roxann

A/N: NOT EDITED.

Chapter 52 – Kieran POV

I sat with my back straight, tense waiting for Grant to show up for our… our session? I wasn’t really sure what to call them, but without fail every other day, sometimes two days in a row Grant would come to my room. At first I couldn’t seem to understand why he would continue to come back, and then Chelsea came to me, sharing her history with me. Shattering everything.

Too much, all of it too much, because Grant had started to make me question my position, with very little effort, and few words, he had turned my belief upside down. And Chelsea? Her story backed me into a corner, made me stop hiding, ripped me apart.

Standing abruptly I walk over to my desk, deciding to pass the time until Grant arrives with carving, letting myself get lost in my latest piece. Making sure my door is locked; I pull the pieces from under my bed, and beginning working on the front part of the chest I’m making for Grants’ baby. We didn’t use money here on the island, and there wasn’t much else I was good at, except this. Carving, wood working. With all the tools that Chelsea and Gabriel had gotten me, at first it was a bit much, since I had made the frames with a basic knife. Then, I couldn’t read the instruction manuals that came with the different tools.

Along the list of things I couldn’t understand, that seemed so out of my normal, was the help that I was being given, the material things Chelsea and Gabriel had bought me. I suspected that they had the money for such things, but that wasn’t what baffled me at all. It was the faith – or the caring that they had for me, giving me something and not wanting anything back in return. At first I had been afraid that using the tools would lead to some type of trap, a deal that I would go into without even knowing it. A trick.

That wasn’t the case.

‘I think that Chelsea and Gabriel just want you to have something to do, something that takes your mind from your past…’ Grant had told me but I wasn’t too sure. With my indecision, Grant like he took it upon himself to mess up my room took to opening the boxes of new tools. Luckily he was around when I realized that they all came with instructions. There was a bit of shame when I realized that I was once again falling short, and Grant was here to witness my lacking. Instead of pointing out my shortcomings, Grant just continued on, reading the instructions out loud as though it was for him, and not entirely for my benefit. Or maybe it was just how that family was, Oakley liked to read out loud too… she was very good at it too, she changed her voice to match certain people…

To further confuse me, the next day Chelsea came to my room, with a device, laptop just like the one she brought in when she had me choose which tools I wanted.

‘Since we don’t have someone on the island to teach you how to do this – I figured you’d be able to use this?’ she placed the laptop on my desk.