It All Started With a Diary

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Kade nodded at her like a stranger. It wasn't until now that I noticed the grip on my hand he held. He squeezed it, his arm holding me flush against him as he led me up the stairs, then to his bedroom.

As we entered his room, I allowed him to lead me toward his bed. I remained there as he shut the door. "I don't want to get your bed wet."

Kade shook his head. "I don't give a damn about sheets, sweetheart. Sit, I'll get you something to change into so that you don't get a cold." When I hesitated, he grasped my hand and led me forward until I was sitting on the bed.

He turned and went to his closet, digging until he found a pair of sweats and a hoodie. He came back, laying it in my hands. "Do you want me to leave the room?" His fingers lifted my chin so I was forced to meet his eyes.

I didn't have it in me to care. I shrugged, then took his clothes. Kade turned his back anyway, waiting until I told him it was okay. Once I was dressed, I did just that. When he turned around, his lips were knitted into a frown.

I sat on the bed, eyes to the sheets. I blinked in order to set the tears back, though it did nothing once I began to think about it again. None of it ever left.

Kade kneeled right in front of me. He brought either hand to my thighs, slowly trailing until he got to my knees. He squeezed, lightly tracing circles into them.

His head tilted up to me. "Can you tell me what's wrong, sweetheart?" he questioned.

I could feel his eyes on me. I did nothing about this, except run a hand through the tangled, damp mess of hair.

Once I met his eyes, I saw the turmoil in them. "Kimberly, did someone hurt you?"

I only shook my head. At my silence, I heard him sigh before moving closer. The bed dipped as he sat in front of me.

His hands found mine, squeezing once before I felt his lips press against each finger. "Please," he said in utter and complete desperation. "Talk to me, sweetheart."

I knew that it would be hard to get the words out, but I needed to. Maybe this could be the place where we started to communicate with thorough understanding for the other point.

I told him the entire ordeal, ending at the moment I told my father I hated him. Kade listened the entire time, not interrupting though I knew he wanted to. By the time I finished, my eyes were damp at the edges with frustration.

Without a word, Kade stood from the bed and went to my side. He pulled me to him, his chin tucking on my head. We were flush together, and I had never felt so comfortable. I sighed at the sound of his heartbeat, just as frantic as mine.

Kade laid back on his bed, bringing me along with him. I didn't blush as I usually did due to the fact that I had needed this type of affection all along. It was the only thing keeping me sane at the moment.

"Don't cry," he mumbled at the sight of my teary eyes. "Please." His fingers swept across my cheeks, catching the tears.

I felt my heart burst at his words, though I shut my eyes instead of reacting. I moved closer, even though we were already close as can be.

His hand ran circles into my back, and I sunk right into his hold. "Can I tell you something?"

I nodded. "Mhm."

I felt his chest cave in the release a sigh. "I-I'm not that sure how to be there or help other people. I haven't had to in years; I've been selfish and only cared for myself. It was all I was taught to do," he mumbled. "But I'm trying, for you. I hope I'm doing okay, I hope this is okay." He squeezed me again, tightening his grip around me.