Chapter 8

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I can't remember how long I had been in the shower. It felt like years. I had been consumed in my own thoughts that I hadn't heard the door open. Moments later I felt arms move around my waist and soft kisses being placed on my shoulder. Kendall and I up to this point had never done anything past heated making out because every time we got close to removing our clothes, we were interrupted. Either by Bodhi or something else.

This moment was different. She was showing me that she was here for me, no matter what. I guessed that she saw the text when I threw my phone on the bed. I took slow and deep breaths to try to calm down but nothing could work. I couldn't bare to turn around to see Kendall. I didn't want her to see my like this. She had never seen me cry before, not even when she had to fly away to Italy for a show or New York for a photo shoot and I would miss her like crazy.

She started whispering sweet things in my ear, trying to get me to come back to her, "It's okay baby. We'll figure this out together. Come back to bed with me and we can talk about it okay? I won't sleep until we figure this out."

One of her arms stayed around my waist while the other started rubbing my back. She placed kisses on the back of my neck and held me until she slowly reached over to turn the water off. She reached behind her and wrapped a towel around me and one around herself and walked me back into my room.

She handed me some clothes and I got dressed in my sweats and sweatshirt. I pulled my good over my head and sat down in the middle of my bed. Kendall soon joined me and sat down in front of me. She held my hands tightly and looked at me, "We won't let her take him away from you. From us. In order for me to understand, you're going to have to tell me what's going on and what happened between you two."

I nodded slowly and took a deep breath, "Alright well when I started college, my parents started fighting a lot. Bodhi was only around four at the time so he didn't understand what was going on."

I paused for a second remember all the yelling and name calling my parents did with each other. "My dad would take his anger out on me and blame the fighting on me. I didn't mind so much as long as Bodhi didn't see. Eventually they decided they needed a divorce and I had managed to scrape up enough money to start renting out this place. My mom told me that I needed to take Bodhi with me and at first I didn't want to because I knew I would miss out on so many things. I'd basically be a single parent by the age of 21."

I sighed and lifted my head up to look at her, "Once Bodhi and I moved in here we couldn't be happier. Last I heard my mom moved to San Francisco and I don't even know where my dad is. His last words to me was that I was dead to him."

I closed my eyes briefly before looking back at the beautiful girl in front of me, "Kenny if she takes Bodhi there I'll never get to see him. He's more like a son to me than a brother I've given him everything."

I put my head in my hands. I could feel the tears start rolling again but I didn't care. Kendall had already seen me at my worst. She moved my arms and sat in my lap with her legs wrapped around my waist. Her arms went around my neck while her fingers went to the hair on my neck, gently scratching my head. I moved my arms around her and held on tightly to the shirt she was wearing. We sat there for a good five minutes just holding each other until my phone vibrated again.

I didn't want to move and I think Kendall sensed that so she reached over and grabbed my phone.

"It's your mom again. She said she's going to be down here tomorrow afternoon. She said she should be the only 'mama' in Bodhi's life. I'm guessing she saw our interviews."

I nodded and played with the ends of Kendall's hair, "Your mom really has been great to him these last few months. Your whole family has. It's funny how your mom likes it when Bodhi and I call her Mama. I've never really had something like that before. I've never really felt like I had a family or a home."

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