Age Is Just A Number

Holly Starr is a 14 year old girl with black hair with red streaks,chocolate brown eyes,and is also emo.She was born with a low self esteem,and also without parents.They gave her up for adoption at the age of two,they didn't want her.She's been adopted twice,once when she was seven,and once when she was ten.But none of them worked out.Nobody wants an emo daughter,she's different from the other kids at the agency.One day an eighteen year old guy named Kellin Quinn comes to the agency,looking for a kid.Holly doesn't think he'll pick more to find out.


8. This Is Wrong

Holly's POV...

   I lie on the couch like a sack of potatoes engulfed in a new episode of Law and Order SVU. I furrow my eyebrows and pause the television, listening to what I think I heard.

   I'm right, I do hear someone crying. Me and Kellin are the only ones in the house so it can't possibly be anyone else but him....why would he be upset?

   I don't wanna feel like an intruder or anything, I've never even been in his bedroom. Then I start to remember all of the times Kellin has helped me through my rough times, and figure it's about time I pay him back.

   I slowly walk through the kitchen and up to his bedroom door. I softly knock and wait anxiously, trying to find the right things to say if I need to comfort him.

"Yeah?" I hear his cracked voice yell from the other side.

"Can I come in?" I ask.

"Go ahead," he answers.

   So I open the door and gently close it right behind me, it's so dark I can't even see my own hand when I put it in front of my face. I reach around for a nearby lamp and turn it on, the dim light illuminates the bedroom and I see Kellin collapsed on his bed and buried in a sea of blankets.

"Are you okay?" I whisper.

"No. Would you mind listening if I told you something. I really need to get it off my chest," he mumbles.

"Of course," I answer while taking a seat on the spiny chair by his desk.

   He raises up out of the blankets he was buried in and I can't help but think of what a mess he looks like. His face is wet, eyes are red, and his hair is frizzy and everywhere.

   The next ten minutes are the most shocking of my life. Kellin had a daughter, but she died in a car wreck about a year ago. 

"Oh my gosh Kellin, I'm so sorry," I whisper in sorrow while sitting beside him on his bed.

   He wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my shoulder, I hug him back. It feels nice, I like hugs, but haven't ever gotten much of them in my life.

"It's not your fault, don't apologize," he murmurs.

   I don't have any clue why, but my heart starts pounding out of my chest. I cling to him tighter, and it beats even faster. This isn't right, it's just weird.

   Kellin looks up at me and smiles half-heartedly. He closes his eyes, and leans towards me, getting closer to my lips by the millisecond. I panic, and spring up from the bed and shuffle out the door without another word. This isn't right. I can't think of him that way and he can't think of me like that either. He's my adoptive father and I'm his adoptive daughter, anything more than that would be just plain wrong.

   I'm about to climb the steps up to my room but I stop dead in my tracks when I feel Kellin's warm hand grab my wrist. I turn around and see him staring at me with red cheeks matching the color of his tear soaked eyes. He's embarrassed!

"I-I was j-just..." He stammers, trying to think of a good lie.

   He doesn't need to try and come up with any excuses, I know he tried to kiss me. I'm willing to forgive and forget if he will. So I simply shake my head and slide my hand out of his wrist.

   I once more fail to make my way up the steps because the sound of a doorbell jolts me to a stop. Who could that be this late at night?

   Kellin dries his eyes and fixes his hair with his hand. He walks up to the door and flings it wide open. A young woman dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a grey T-shirt is standing there facing Kellin.

"Katelynn?" He whispers in shock.



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