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.


2. The Beach

I walk on the beach, which just happens to be our backyard. I let my toes sink into the dry, white sand. A wave laps my ankles, wanting to pull me in. I look at my left hand, the diamond ring stays there from three months ago, but it's still surreal. 


I sit in the seat on a London tourists boat. We drift on the Thames River. I just turned eighteen. A male voice narrated everything that we passed, "Now we are going under the Bridge of Love. It is good luck to kiss who you love under this bridge. If you don't have anyone you love with you, you can kiss your husband or wife."
I laugh at his joke as Liam leans in to kiss me. I close my eyes and I absorb the moment. When I open my eyes, he is on one knee, "You are my best friend, the one I can turn to. I can't think of a better person to spend the rest of my life with. Kady Madge Brown, will you marry me?"
I nod through my tears that are trapped in my eyelashes, "Yes, Liam, I love you so much!"
I hear claps. 
*End of Flashback*

I twist my engagement ring around my finger. I remember my mother's wedding. Giving my speech with no mistake, thanks to countless practices over Skype with Liam. I hear footsteps and Liam is behind me, "Ready for our wedding, we better start to plan soon!"
"Yea, in a few minutes I'll come into plan," I say. We already sent out invites, the wedding will be on May 4th, in three months. I'm so excited to be married, but it scares me at the same time. Liam takes my hand, though I kinda want to be alone. The water is ice cold against my toes. It's just February water. Little kids play on the beach on an abnormally warm day for this time if year, fifty degrees Fahrenheit. They run towards the waves, then run back. They push each other into the waves and sing songs that are on the radio. They danced too, silly little dances. Liam was looking at the kids, too a beam of sunlight reflecting off his eye. 
"You excited for the wedding?" Li asked in his British accent. 
"Yup, I wouldn't want to be without you," I say looking at the ring. I look over my shoulder one last time to see the kids pointing at us, their faces full of happiness. 

We walk into our house. People call it a mansion, but I call it an abnormally large house. We just recently bought the house, so I like to observe everything that's in it. Our list for different places to live were Rhode Island, California, Texas, London, or Australia. We're both snow bunnies, so it was Rhode Island. The front hall is huge, there's a large chandelier and a brass staircase leading to the second floor. The family room has a seventy two inch flat screen TV and a soft couch and chairs. The library is the next room, and personally it's one of my favorites. It has four white arm chairs with a coffee table in the middle. My laptop is on one of the chairs and books neatly line the shelves. I keep walking room to room. The next is the dining room. I'm not going to describe it because if I start, I'll never finish. In the kitchen there's all new stoves, microwaves, coffee makers, ect. There's a square table that can fit six, though there's only two of us. In the corner, there's a fireplace with a couch shaped like a U around it. There's a sliding glass door that leads to the pool outside. If you look up, there's a ten by ten foot opening in the ceiling. That's so people in the second floor can see what's going on in the kitchen. It would take me forever to describe the whole house, so I pour myself a glass of water and I go into the office. I get on the computer and I take out a notepad. 

It's midnight, but with Liam's help, I got most of the preparations done. The wedding will be at St. Kathryn's, the reception at the beach, and the main coarse served will be a plate of steak, shrimp, fried spinach, and potatoes. It's better than it sounds. All we need now is the decorations, but I call it a night. I get into bed slowly in hopes of not waking Liam up. 

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