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.


7. Stealing Emme

Everyone spends the next week and a half at our house. The shadow creeps up in the middle of the night every so often, but we really aren't afraid of Summer anymore. We notified the town's police and they said they'd keep any eye out for anything, short was of saying no, you are not fooling anyone so get out of my face. El keeps trying to talk me into having kids, but my foot is firmly on the ground on the one. I want to enjoy my life with Liam, not with some stuck-up smelly baby. No one leaves Emme in a room alone. We call it a night and we all head to bed, everyone is exhausted from helping me with wedding plans. Everyone piles into me and Liam's room because our room consists of a living room area, another living room area, a bathroom, and a bed room area. Plus that's where all the extra beds and blow up mattresses are. The kids get on living room to themselves with Harry, except for Enme who is between me and Liam. All the couples are on blow up mattresses in the other two rooms. 

It's midnight and everyone but me is sound asleep. I lay awake staring at the ceiling. There's a book next to me, but I'd rather die than read right now. I can't go on my phone, the light would wake everyone up and I can't stand up in fear of stepping on someone. So, the best and only option is to stare at the ceiling. I hear the door slightly creak open, it must be Kensington or someone going downstairs to get a glass of water. I pretend to be asleep so they don't talk to me and wake everyone from their peaceful slumbers. I pull the quilt over my head and Liam rolls over to face me in his sleep. But, the footsteps seem to be coming closer to me. 
"Where is she," I hear someone whisper under their breath. I can't identify who they are, but I make no move to look. This person is very clumsy, they keep tripping over things and swearing. I'm surprised no one else has woken up yet, at least no one has made their alertness clear. I shiver, just thinking about who could be there. I move the quilt down from over my right eye just to see well enough who it is, Summer. 

I quickly pull the quilt back over me and Emme. Why was I given the responsibility of protecting the child? Summer must have seen the movement, because she slowly moved towards my bed. She rips off the sheets to find Emme. 
"Yes, my girl," she says with a smirk. I don't know what to do, Summer could be armed for all I know. 
"Come to Mommy, you will never ever ever see Daddy or any of these assholes ever again," she whispers and I can smell cigarettes on her breath all the way from here. Right as Summer is about to go to the door, I quietly get out of bed. Am I really going to do this? I creep behind her, my chest inflating and deflating with every step I take. Right as Summer's hand is on the doorknob, I kick her in the back. 

Now, bare with me, everything happened so quickly. She jumps, still with Emme in her arm and she tries to hit me, but I dodge out of the way last second. Her fist hits the wall behind me and plaster comes falling out. Someone else must have woken up because the lights are turned on. Summer dashes for the door and makes it safely out. I chase her down the front hall steps as she tries to reach the front door. Niall is at the top of the stairs videotaping it, hopefully so we can show it to the police or in court if we have to. Right as she's about to make it out the door, with all my might, I lunge towards her. At that point, everything is in slow motion. Summer's blond hair whips around and her mouth is twisted into an o as she yanks down on the door handle. I fly in mid air as I reach for her left shoulder and I land on top of her. I rip Emme from her arms to make sure Emme's okay. I see everyone else walk out, rubbing their eyes and yawning except Harry. He is on his phone punching in 911 unnecessarily hard. Harry puts his phone in his pocket after calling and runs down the stairs. He takes Emme from my arms and looks at Summer like she's a five eyed turtle, "Why Summer? And this time I want the real reason why?"
She chokes back tears from being caught, "Because she's my baby, not yours, my baby I carried her in my womb."
"But you gave Emme to me and never returned, you ditched a combination of us both for some other guy. Therefore,  I should have control over her," says Harry, his voice cracking a bit. 
"No, I should because she's my daughter and I raised her and your a stuck up boy band member."
"Correction ex-band member. Is the only reason why you dated me was to use me and my friends? Look at Emme's necklace, she's mine," on Emme's neck was Harry's paper airplane necklace. Harry was wearing the same on around his neck and showed Summer that. No fan truly knows what that necklace means to him. It means the world, it's his way of having a connection with someone that may be somewhere that's not beside him. It's like flying away, flying away from all the chaos and hate of this thing we call the world. 
"Maybe I did use you, but you fell for it, your fault. But it isn't like I was hired-"
"You were hired! Now which nasty, wicked, song writing girlfriend did I used to have?" he pretended to wonder. He put his finger to his chin, "Oh, Taylor fucking Swift."
Summer's face turned beet red. She's at a loss for words, "Um, well…"
Okay, she obviously was. How many ways can Taylor try to ruin Harry's life. She's already dissed him multiple times at award shows, shall we replay the evidence? No need, everyone already knows about those and how I Knew You Were Trouble was about him, not too hard to decode. That's kind of like how Best Song Ever was about the band splitting up. Even today search in on Google, what does best song ever means, and click on images and volia, instant answer. I hear sirens and the police come in. 
"Miss Corbett?" he asks Summer. She nods her head. 
"You'll be coming with me," he says and handcuffs her and she doesn't fight it. He leads her to the police car, then several officers come to question us. Naturally, I'm the first to be questioned. 

We go into the library. 
"Miss Brown?" I nod my head. 
"So how do you all know Summer Corbett?" the head guy asks. Another officer is right next to me writing down everything I say, no lying here. 
"She was Harry's girlfriend and the mother of Harry's baby girl, Emme Kensington Corbett," I swallow the lump in my throat. 
"Describe for me in your own words what went on tonight."
"Well, I couldn't get to sleep, so I was awake staring at the ceiling. I heard the door open and I thought it was one of the kids getting a glass of water. But, the person moved farther into the room looking for something. I looked and saw Summer. I put the quilt over Emme who was sleeping next to me. Summer found her, took her off the bed and tried to leave. When they were at the door, I kicked Summer in the back but she got away. At the bottom of the staircase, I jumped on her, carefully not to hurt Emme and Niall has this on video and Harry called 911."
"Everyone was sleeping in the same room?"
"Yea, Summer had been threatening and stalking us, so we all stayed together. She said she'd steal Emme," I showed the officer my texts with Summer. 
"Why didn't you report this to the police?"
"We did, but they told us they'd keep an eye out."
"How are you feeling, any complaints?"
"Um, my shoulder really hurts, and so does my stomach and ribs," I say. The officers exchange glances. 
"We will have an ambulance over for you in a minute." 

I sit in the hospital bed awaiting the doctor's news. He come in, he's an older man with greying hair and wrinkly skin, "So, Miss Brown, your shoulder is fine, it's just a little sore. Do you want to know news one or two next?"
"Two," I say holding my breath. 
"In your rib cage, your sickness has returned, and because of news one, we can't treat it the same as other people," he says sighing. 
"What's news one?" I whisper, holding my breath. 
"Your pregnant."

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