Dear No One (Wattys2017) (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

Dear No One, I Don't Want To Be

There are just some people in the world that thrive off the humiliation and pain of others; they get off seeing the pain and agony, the hurt and bitterness.

Aiden Patterson was one of those people. Everywhere he walked, people turned their heads away, out of fear or intimidation. He held himself with an arrogant attitude that radiated off him for a far as hundred mile radius. Everything about Aiden screamed stay away; my heart went out to the poor souls who weren't able to see or feel it, and ran into his expecting arms.

Sitting with my back to the wall in a police station wasn't an ideal way to spend a Friday. I should be at school, being judged beyond belief there; not here being casted pitiful glances from all of my father's friends and coworkers.

When Dad finally headed back in my direction, I caught sight of Cain jogging in through the automatic doors, his eyes scanning the police station frantically. He spotted me across the room a few minutes after entering the building, relief in his eyes as he jogged over.

"I thought I was too late." He fell into the vacant seat beside me, "I had a free period and they let me out early, but I was still sure I wasn't going to be able to make it here on time."

I found his hand on the armrest and laced my fingers through it, knowing there would come a point within the next couple hours where he'd regret ever letting me grab his hand. "It would have been fine. This is my issue, Cain, not yours."

"You're my friend, Kasey. Therefore your problems are mine too." He replied with a gentle squeeze of my hand.

"Hey, kiddo." Dad approached, his sympathetic look altering a little when his eyes fell on Cain, "I didn't know you'd be here."

"You make me feel so loved, Mr. Blackwell." Cain joked, but his smile didn't reach his eyes, "Just here for moral support, sir."

My dad nodded and shifted his body toward me, concerned and sympathetic all over again. "You ready to do this, sweetheart?"

Cain and I exchanged a look before I forced an awkward smile and let out a shaky breath.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

*

Staring at Aiden through the interrogation room window with my father and his partner tore the little bit of a heart I had left and crushed it. He refused to confess to what he did, he claimed I was seeking attention.

That was up to the point Dad pushed the photos of my bruises and scars across the table and demanded an Aiden told the truth. It was the dark look he gave my father at the accusations that was it for me. I stormed out of the room and headed back for the front doors, wanting to get as far away from the piece of crap as possible before Dad could finish up with him.

Cain caught my arm on the way out the door, "What the hell happened? Are you okay?"

"There's no evidence against him, Cain. All Dad has is the pictures, and that isn't enough to keep him here. What if. . . what if he comes after me for coming forward?" I shook my head, trying to untangle myself from his tight grip. He looked as if he were considering what to say before he sighed.

"Kase, I know all of this is hard; incomprehensible to most. I also know that Callum will kill Aiden if he comes anywhere near you again, if he doesn't, I will. I know you're strong, I know that we're going to be able to figure out a way to bring that bastard down." Cain touched my cheek gently, "All of us are in this together with you, Kasey. You've just got to let us in."

*

I fought with myself for over an hour on whether or not I should attempt my blog. I felt like utter garbage, mentally and physically. It would be impossible for me to make it through the video without completely falling apart when speaking. It didn't take long for me to talk myself into not doing the video, I knew it was best if I kept to myself all night.

Eric didn't have the same idea.

He called a little after seven; a reminder that he still had my number and I'd have to block it as soon as I got the chance. Common sense told me not to answer it, that he was probably hammered and doing it as a dare or joke with his friends. But another small lobe in my brain assured me that I was only one of many girls that had dated Eric and he wouldn't be calling for the hell of it.

After debating for a few seconds, I picked it up on the third ring, "Hello?"

"Kasey?" even with his voice barely above a whisper, I could hear the worry in it.

"Yes?" I responded, "Why are you calling me, Eric? I would have thought you would have gotten rid of me as a contact by now."

My joke felt heavy in the air, my fingers tapping against the trackpad on my laptop as I waited for an answer.

"Callum locked himself in his room." He was louder now, the sound of shuffling breaking through the receiver, "He won't let anyone in. It's scaring the shit out of me."

"Is he sleeping?" I questioned, a sick feeling setting in my stomach.

"I can hear music in his room, so no, Kasey. Can you call him or come over here? You're the only one he'll open the door for." I slipped from under my covers and headed for the closet.

"Yeah, I call him. If he doesn't answer, I'll call back." I hung up before Eric could respond and hit Callum's contact. I tried three times; he answered on the second ring of the third call.

"What do you want?" Callum slurred into the phone, "If Eric told you to call that tell him to shove-"

"How much have you had to drink, Cal?" I paused, my foot half way in my sandal. He stayed quiet for a few minutes before responding.

"Not very much."

"How much is not very much?" I whispered.

"A couple cases." was his quiet reply.

"A couple cases? Jesus, Callum. What about your medication? When was the last time you took your meds?"

"I. . . I don't know." This time, I could hear worry in his voice, "Kasey, am I going to die?"

I shook my head to myself and headed for the door. "No, Callum. You're fine. I'm on my way, just unlock the door for-"

"I'm not unlocking it. I want to see you, Kasey. Not his dumbass face at my door. Why does he even care? He has a life, a girlfriend, everything. I have. . ." He trailed off as I slowed to a stop in my living room.

"I'll be over in ten minutes. Please don't do any more stupid shit." I dropped my phone into my back pocket, feeling a hand catch my wrist.

"Where are you going?" Mom asked.

"Callum mixed alcohol and his anxiety and depression pills. I have to get there before. . . before he does something stupid." she slowly released my hand, a worried look taking the place of her curiosity.

"Be careful, sweetheart. Call the police if it gets serious." she ordered, "I love you."

I stepped out of the house and on to the porch with a shaky breath, "I love you too, Mom." 

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