Learning to Trust

*Sequel to Different From the Rest*
Kady is grown up now. She is now eighteen, a far cry from fourteen. There is no One Direction, if you asked your kids about them they'd be like "are you high again?" Kady's stutter is long gone, but the fears from it will never surrender. Being alone, forgotten, useless. Mainly she can't trust, anyone, not others around her, not herself. She makes a mistake that can't be fixed, and must go on with her life. Kady has to learn that you must leave the past behind you before you can move forward and not all mountains can be moved. It's a bowl of cherries, with a few-no many, nuts thrown in.


25. Nothing New

"Thanks everyone for coming," I say to the visitors. 
"Hell, we ain't leaving!" says El. 
"Go ahead, it's fine."
"Kads, Kads, Kads. The boys may not be in a band together anymore, but that doesn't cut the strings between all of us. See you were always Lena and Peyton's friend so there's two strings. Perrie and I met you through they boys, two more strings. A string to your husband and his four best friends that have always been there for you, five more. And all your best friends kids, there's just a sort of connection. That is, let me see, nine more strings. And two more strings, for your mother and sister. Strings aren't meant to be cut."
"Are you sure?" I ask, but I feel all special, do that many people actually care about me? El nods her head. With the weakening strength I have, I hug everyone. I want to use my last strength by loving people and things, not feeling pity for myself. A doctor comes in carrying a steaming plate of steak. 
"Might as well get fat," I say digging into the animal flesh. El takes a French fry off of my plate and pops it into her mouth. The doctor stops me and does more tests. 
"Open you mouth," she says sliding a thermometer under my tongue. When it beeps, she brings it up to her eyes, "Ninety nine point seven degrees, you are fine."
Well I don't feel fine bitch. Be happy, be happy. She also takes a finger prick and does a few more tests, then leaves the room. Everything is silent for a second. We all know I'm going to die, and I'm stuck here, just what I wanted to avoid. 
"Is your steak good?" asks Lena awkwardly. I nod my head, "At least for hospital food."
Cate climbs up behind me and starts to braid my hair. I only know when I look behind me. Cate is as silent as a ninja and barely moves my hair, "Thank you Cate."
She smiles and nods, so much like Zayn. She's usually not this quiet, but can be even more invisible when she wants to. Kind of like Rue from The Hunger Games. Peyton swallows a lump in her throat, "Um, I got you, you know, a g-goodbye present from everyone."
She reaches into her coat pocket and takes out a small box. I take it from her cold fingers. Though this box must be less than a quarter of a pound, it feels like hundreds to me. I pull at the neat bow and I take the lid off the box. 
"You shouldn't have."
"It was the least we could do."
It was a charm bracelet. Each charm represented a member of the band. Again, not leaving the past! There was a four leaf clover, a carrot, a batman symbol, a paper airplane, and a mirror. 
"We all chipped in," adds Peyton. 
"Thank you," I say hugging everyone-again. Tears start to steam down my face. 
"I thought Mommy wanted to be tough. I've never seen her cry. Crying is a sign of weakness," blurts out Nadi Drew. So this child actually remembers what I say?
"I used to think that when I was a teen baby girl. I didn't want people to feel bad for me and I wanted to be tough. Crying isn't a sign of weakness, it's a sign of trying too hard for too long to be strong. It's okay to cry," I say while clapping my hands against hers. Her mouth makes a little o. I think the others in the room are also shocked at my new outlook. I was a rude, spoiled brat when I tried to act tough. I was sick of everyone judging me on my appearance and smartness. No one saw me as Kady Brown then. Now people see me as Kady Payne. I was a non-drunk Snooki before she became a mom. This is a little scary to say, but I'm a lot like Snooki. We were both rude, annoying brats, but now have completely changed. She's stopped drinking and loves to do laundry and I'm nicer to those around me. 

"Ow," I croak clenching my stomach. There is more pain than I have ever felt before, including when I gave birth. It's late at night and a nurse comes to my aid. 
"Okay, where does it hurt?"
"Ev…rey…where," I say between sharp breaths of air. My stomach isn't inflating so it's harder to breathe. I look to my right and Liam's right there on the chair sleeping, his hand in mine. Nadi Drew is on his lap and Eleanor is on another chair farther into the room. She too is sound asleep. I'm pretty sure the others went to a hotel, but are ready to wake up at any given moment. 
"Breathe in and out, in and out."
I try to control my breathing as the nurse says. I focus on inflating my stomach, then decreasing the size of it. It feel like so much work and I start to feel light-headed. 

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