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Chapter 30 - Kirsten

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                                                                    30.  

                                                             ●•Kirsten•●

Seeing those kids lonely in a room always breaks my heart, but there’s not much I can do for them. Everything that’s on my reach, I do, and I don’t care if I have to give up on something of mine to make their life a bit better. I can’t help it, I have this connection with kids. If I could, I would honestly take each and every single one of them to my place, and I would make them glad for the mere fact that they exist.

Many don’t even have the chance to do it.

I sigh as I take one of the youngest girls in my arms; she’s a few months old only; someone had abandoned her in the front door of the orphanage as soon as she was born. It was hard to keep her alive without the proper feeding she needed, but each volunteer made its best until we found someone who could breastfeed her. And there she is, stronger than ever.

I feel my eyes watering with tears as soon as I look at her smiley face, her hands playing in the air while she looks at me, oblivious to how cruel the world she’s in is. So young, so naïve… I wish she could be like this forever, so she wouldn’t have to suffer with what’s still to come in her life.

“Kirs?” I hear a familiar voice approaching and I swallow the tears, looking at her and trying my best to smile.

“Angel! What are you doing here, little kangaroo? Where’s Lana?” I asked, still holding this little girl in my arms and rocking her slightly. At the mention of her mother’s name, Angel contorted her face in a disgusted expression and I laughed, wondering why she was acting that way.

Soon after, someone showed up behind her, and I peered up to recognize who it was, though I knew pretty much well to whom those legs belonged to. Not him, please, not today. I wasn’t over what happened last night yet, and my dreams didn’t let me forget it either. I woke up with a hell of a headache and the feeling of his hands still on me. I hadn’t gotten rid of it after all. Watching those hands again made the feeling come back rushing, and I shivered.

Damn, those hands! The same hands that were now holding smaller ones, and just then I realized there was someone else. A girl…

Oh God! He had a girlfriend as well! What a bastard! He flirted with me dozens of times, he kissed me, he teased me, and he had a girlfriend! I knew it; I knew he was no different from other boys. And that realization made me hate on me even more for being able to cheat on Tyler with someone as low as Styles.

When I looked at Angel, I noticed she was staring at them with that disgusted expression again, wrinkling her nose and dying to stick her tongue out. I held back the urge to laugh, restricting myself to simply rock the small human being in my arms. That was a good way to distract me from that feeling that ran through my body since I noticed his presence, and also someone else’s.

“Kirsten,” he said, as if testing my name on his lips, and for the first time, it sounded awkward. The way he said it, with that tone of questioning, made it sound wrong… Why?

I finally looked up to meet his eyes, afraid of what I would see. I was sure he was thinking about last night as well, and it seemed more inappropriate than the usual, considering the fact that his girlfriend was right there. Why had he even brought her? Is he stupid?

“Styles,” I said droningly. His name sounded worse when I said it out loud.

After that, the silence took over everyone, until the moment when Styles cleared his throat and said: