When I'm With You (REWRITING)

CHAPTER 21

"He looks down at me and places his palms against my cheeks, wiping away my tears with his thumb. "Yes, baby?" 

"What is that? You didn't tell me." I frown down at the red ink and touch it, making him flinch a little.

"It's nothing, baby. Don't worry about it ok? Let's get you to bed." He quietly whispers as he lifts me and himself out of his study chair. 

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"-Dee. I've been calling you for 2 minutes straight!" I snap out of my little daydream, and look over at an overly panicked Kaz, panting at the side of the couch. "What are y-" He pauses, scanning my face again and frowns. "Dee? What happened?" 

I look at him confused until I feel a water drop down on my hand. 

I quickly rub my eyes a little. I didn't realise I was crying. "Nothing's wrong. Just came for some water." I smile slightly and hold up the cup. 

Kaz's eyes turn light through the small light making form the outside. 

I examine his face as I look up at him. "You know, you remind me of my dad. The way he expressed his emotions is so equivalent to how you do," I stand up from the couch, now not in the mood to reminisce about my past life. 

"Is that meant to be bad?" He follows behind me to the kitchen also keeping his voice low so no one could hear us. 

"I'm talking about my dad before he turned into a complete physio," I put my cup in the sink and turn around to meet his chest. I chuckle at the sight and place my right hand on him, pushing him away. "So nope, not at all," 

He takes his hand, removing my hand gently from his chest, allowing himself to move closer to me. I feel my breathing slow down and my heart rate increase slightly. Instead of lifting my head, he bends over to be at the same eye level as me. 

He stares right into my eyes as if he's trying to seek for my dead soul. "Your dad was a horrible man, Dee. You shouldn't be thinking of him. He deserves to be dead." His eyes filled with fire and darken slightly. 

I frown. "He wasn't always like that........" I look away from him and towards the window, which helped me remember a small moment of my life I will always value. "He wasn't always the imperfect father. In fact, sometimes I loved him more than my mother." Tears began to build, threatening to spill on sight.

"Dee......" Kaz places his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I lay my head on his chest and 'try not" to let the tears spill, but before I knew it, I was crying into his chest like a baby.

I'm a fucking mess, and I don't think I'm ever going to recover from it. 

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I'm currently on the couch with the girls. I look over at them, watching the television quietly, interested in what's going on. They were each cuddling into their own blanket because one big blanket was too much of a hassle. They would argue every two minutes about not having enough to cover themself because the other person is hogging the rest.

We decided today could be a lazy day like we always used too. "God one more chip and I'll be overweight," Anthea looks at the 'almost' empty packet of chips. 

She death stares it as Janyce and I try so hard not to laugh. The tension between the packet and her was so damn stronger. "I-I can't do it!" Anthea shoves her face with a handful of chips. 

Janyce and I burst out laughing. "Oh My God. The tenison! You should be an actor, Anthea!" I fall off the couch, still laughing. I gasp as I felt another body crash down on my too. Janyce laid on top of my stomach and laughed louder, making Anthea laugh at us