Realization

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it might get turned into a novel later in life

Submitted: January 20, 2009

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I had half fallen asleep on the couch when my phone began to play its familiar ‘pick me up’ melody. Groggily, I fished the sleek black Samsung from my front pocket and checked the ID. It was Sarah, Kane’s little sister. I almost decided to ignore it, thinking she was looking for her brother, who of course wasn’t with me, but decided against it.

“Hello?” I mumble into the phone.

“Kay? Kay you need to get here as soon as you can!” her voice was frantic. I immediately jumped off the couch and grabbed my keys.

“Sarah? What happened!?” I half yelled at her while fumbling with my shoes.

“It…It was Dad, he freaked on me when he saw my progress report I left on the counter…” she took a breath to calm her voice before continuing, “He came after me, and I tried to get to my room, but I wasn’t fast enough…” a slight sob, “he grabbed my foot while I was climbing the stairs and was about to go at me when Kane jumped on top of him and told me to get out of there. Oh Kay, I shouldn’t have run off, I should have helped him…” her words came out in a rush of nonsense.

“Sarah, WHAT happened?!”

“Kane got hurt real bad, but he wouldn’t let me help him to the hospital once Dad drove off, he’s locked himself in the bathroom and I’m afraid he’s going to…Kay, please hurry! He won’t listen to me!” he voice choked off into another sob. By this point I was already speeding out of the sub-division.

“I’ll be there in five minutes or less ok? Stay on the line and tell me if something else happens.” I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible; I didn’t want to make Sarah even more upset. We didn’t speak much while I drove, but I could hear the strain in her voice from trying not to cry. Finally, I sped onto their street and parked across from their house.

“Sarah, I’m here.”

“I’ll let you in!” the line went dead. I didn’t bother locking the door to my beat up Cavalier as I jogged through the un-cut lawn and onto their front porch. The house was as run down as the last time I saw it: chipped paint, dust on everything, clothes and dishes piling on top of the counters…it was a nightmare. Sarah didn’t say anything when she let me in, instead she simply spun around and headed to where Kane was keeping himself hostage. After going up a flight of creaky stairs I found myself staring at the upstairs bathroom door.

My mind began to shift through memories of the night I had followed Kane home because he wouldn’t tell me his secret. I had found out in the end of course, but it wasn’t something I wanted to hear. His mother had walked out on them a couple of years ago, and since then their father has found nothing better to do with his time but drink and beat the shit out of the kids whenever they happen to be around. The first night he had an episode, he cut Sarah’s waist long hair and dislocated her shoulder. Kane came home to find her passed out on his bed, waiting for him. Since then, they’ve made sure to make themselves scarce, staying at friend’s house or simply not coming home. They apparently weren’t expecting him to come home so early this afternoon.

“Kane?! Kane, please open the door!” Sarah pleaded, bringing me back to the present dilemma. When he didn’t respond, she turned to me, urging me to do what she couldn’t.

“Kane!? Open the door, its me.” I said as sternly as I could manage. There was no way I was going to lose him after everything we’ve been through.

As soon as I had finished speaking the door swung open. My stomach lurched and my eyes widened in disgust. Blood seeped down his face onto his shirt collar, and he had a rather large welt on the right side of his face. Who knows what kind of injuries he had under his shirt, but that wasn’t what I was concerned with. What concerned me was the knife in his right hand. 

“Ka…Kay?” he choked, apparently stunned that I was here. Why wouldn’t I be here?! He can’t just escape his problems like this! He can’t disappear on me! Why would he even think of doing something like this!

So many emotions played though my head during those few seconds we stared into each others eyes. I was hurt, angry, sad, and unintentionally, in love. He had told me so many times before that he loved me, but what did I do? I told him ‘you too’. Why had I been too scared to tell him the truth? I could have lost him today, by his father’s hands or his own, and he would have never known. Without thinking, I flew at him. He flinched, thinking I was going to slap him, something I would normally have done. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck as tightly as I could manage and nuzzled my face into the side of his neck un-covered with blood. We stood there like that, me wrapped around him like a Boa, and him standing there in shock. Then, I heard the clang of the knife as it hit the tile flooring and felt the warmth of his arms as they wrapped around me. I didn’t want to let go…I wouldn’t.

“Kane, I love you. I love you so much and I’m sorry it took me so long to say it. Last night…last night I was so confused and afraid, afraid that I would get hurt again, that I didn’t…” I stopped to calm myself. I had apparently been crying so hard I was having trouble breathing. His hold on me tightened and I could feel warm liquid fall from his face onto mine. Was he crying too?

I pulled my face from his neck and met his gaze. He was crying. I had never seen a single tear fall from his face, not once. His father had beaten him so many times, yet, he had never cried. I let a smile sneak onto my face.

“What are you smiling at?” he asked, forming a slight grin on his face as well.

“You’re crying.” My smile grew. He attempted to chuckle at my remark, but I smashed my lips against his, smothering his chuckle.  


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