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.


4. The Final Plans

I am folding laundry in the family room while watching Modern Family when Liam comes in the next day. I hear him drop his suitcase and throw his shoes on the floor. I ignore him, not wanting to talk today. I continue to fold his shirts and put them into the basket. 
"So you saw?" he asks me. 
"What do you think?" I ask not having my eyes leave from the TV when he's in the doorway. 
"Well, what was I supposed to do?"
"Hm, here's a thought, try to be nice next time."
"It's not like I asked for this," he says and he storms upstairs. I sigh, pinching the ridge of my nose with my thumb and my index finger. The TV keeps playing, but I make no move to stop it. I lean back into the cushions feeling my blood boil. My heart beats uncontrollably and my face is turning red. Why did I just say that? I look at my ring. A symbol of a promise. One you cannot break. Don't mess up, one step out of line and off with your head. No one wants me to marry Liam, so they'll kill me anyway, in the form of Twitter. There will always be more talented, smarter, prettier, funnier girls than me, so why doesn't Li go after one of them? I continue to fold the laundry, my bottom lip quivers, then a tear escapes from my eye. 

I walk into the kitchen where Liam is sitting by the fireplace. He must have started a fire and he has a mug of coffee in his hand. I go over to the microwave to make myself a cup of tea. When it finishes, I take the tea and my laptop over by the fireplace and I sit with Liam. 
"Hey, listen, I'm really sorry," I say. 
"Sure you are, just like every other time you've flipped out when I try to do something for you."
"It's complicated, I don't let anyone in, don't take it personally."
"Well, we might be getting married, so you have to open up or I don't know what to do," he has a very serious face on. His eyes look almost like Bambi's. I get what he's saying, but after my sickness, everything came crashing down and I couldn't talk to anyone without thinking they were talking to me just to laugh at what I say later. Most people say, "I don't know what I'd do if I had no friends." Here's the answer, you live a miserable life. You can't tell anyone what you are feeling and you keep everything inside until you explode. There are constantly rumors made up about you that there's no getting out of. No one defends you, you spend your lunches in teachers' classrooms to avoid the mocking faces and so you don't sit alone. There's no movie days, or shopping days, or getting ready for the dance days. You skip all of those and when you do shop, it's at the mall with your mom. So the next time you see someone who is sitting alone at lunch, or is different, do a favor for me and invite them to sit with you. Friendship is the best present you can give. 
"I know, but you have to be patient with me," I say. 
"Fine, but I want to see you trust me before we wed."
"Deal." Gosh, what did I just say? I have to open up now?
"Let's get to those wedding plans now."

I wake up in my bed with Li next to me. We face the same direction and his arm is around my stomach. He's shirtless and the lighting in the room shows off his broad muscles. I know I never fell asleep in here, he must have brought me up in the middle of the night. I sit up straight in bed recalling everything that happened yesterday. I get dizzy at the thought of it. All the weight of it piles up like bricks on my shoulders and I just plop back down on the bed. 

"So the plans are complete?" asks Liam about the wedding. 
"Yea, but we still need to pay and there'll be follow up stuff," I say. Weddings are so complicated, everything must be perfect 'cause it's only supposed to happen once. I take a bite out of my chocolate pop-tart, "Are you excited?"
"Ya know Kads, that's a good question sure, why not?" he says jokingly. Liam is just not the same as he used to be, I'm telling you. Once One Direction split, it was like some of his heart split also. He never jokes around as much anymore and he's not the witty guy I knew. I ignore it, Li probably doesn't really want to answer that. I open my laptop one more time to double check everything. Our wedding theme is very elegant and traditional. There'll be tables and chairs with yellow bows on them as Christmas lights strung from the trees. One Direction will reunite to preform and Ed Sheeran will preform also. They only problem is, Taylor Swift is flipping out at me and Liam. She thinks she should be invited, why one may ask, because she dated Harry. That girl is just crazy jealous about me and Li tying the knot. After making a full album about one guy she dated, you'd think she would not want to see him anymore. How high can Tay Tay get? I order extra bows and I think I'm set for the wedding.  


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