It All Started With a Diary

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I could tell it took everything in him not to leave. He shut his eyes, a nerve ticking in his jaw. He moved closer to his door, his gaze never leaving the floor before my lips parted in speech.

I pointed into his chest, gazing into his eyes. "Ever since I came here, you have treated me like absolute shit. And, so have the other people around you! I don't know what I did to you, and I might never know what I did to make you so hateful toward me, but I'll just say that I'm sorry for all of the things I've supposedly done to you. But, nothing is an excuse for treating me like the garbage in your trash. You had no idea what I had going on in my life, nor what the hell I thought about doing to myself when someone called me something because of the things you told them about me, Kade."

I could tell that my words were hard on him. His eyes squeezed shut, jaw muscle ticking so hard, I thought it'd break. I pulled back as I saw his hands clench at his sides, his chest moving slightly faster as my words sank in.

Finally, his eyes opened. I nearly scurried off at the unrecognizable hatred in them. "You have no idea how badly you fucked up my life, Kimberly," he sneered.

I wanted to scream, but refrained myself from doing so. "But, how? Please, tell me how I fucked your life up when we haven't even known each other for a year."

Kade threw his head back, his laughter dark and taunting before he tuned back into the conversation, "You really don't remember me, do you?"

I shook my head, crossing my arms. I tried, as I had for the millionth time, to conjure something, but just like the other times, there was nothing to there. "I've tried so hard to bring up a memory of you, but I can't find any."

His head cocked as he stared straight down, his clenched fists opening. "So, you're telling me, that you don't even remember the day your mother defended my father in court, and landed him out of a sentence?"

Out of all of the things I expected, that wasn't one. What? My legs threatened to give out under the confession, so I sat back on his bed.

I reached hard for a memory of this. I could feel the slight edginess of familiarity of this situation, but my mother was an attorney, there were many people that came and went.

I massaged at my temples as an ache tore through. "I-I don't understand," I mumbled. "I don't remember."

Kade chuckled, the sound wrapping around my confusion. "Of course. The perfect Kimberly still doesn't understand how she and her mother fucked up my life."

I grew wary as he grew closer and closer. As he kneeled down to eye level, I knew that I was the goat to his lion in the moment.

Kade leaned in so close, it seemed as if he were going in for a kiss. Under the circumstances though, neither body reacted the same though. "Of course you don't remember the day you lied in the judge's face, and told them that I was a fucking liar, and so was my mother," he spat, his eyes wild like an animals'.

It seized me. Slowly, but surely, the memory punched me right in the gut. It was still blurry around the edges, but clear enough for me to understand...

I had been the reason Kade and his mother went through their pain.

I met Kades' eyes, my chest bouncing under the dread. Oh my god.