Chapter 374: 2-3

Tera looked with wide eyes between us, “oh – uhm – well – Chelsea she uhm – she took his wolf away and his memories as a warning, the next mistake he makes… uhm – she is going to send him back…” I watched his eyes close, “Are Tony and Carla angry – angry with me?” he whispered in small frightened voice, “it’s my fault-” “No! No! it’s not,” I nearly snap standing, but inhale and sit again, shaking my head, “She’s right Kieran, what Connor did to you was wrong, and what Taryn did to you was wrong too. No one has the right to touch someone when they don’t want to be touched,” he stared at her like she was speaking a whole other language. “You know that… right?” Tera asked him, waiting for him to say something, but he just didn’t answer her. When she realized that he wasn’t going to answer she turned to me, her eyes watery but a smile on her lips, but I could tell she wasn’t happy. “Are we still going to watch a movie later?” she asked me confirming our plans. “Yeah, of course, there’s a nice screening room here,” I replied. “Can I invite Kiley?” Tera asked I nodded knowing Chelsea wouldn’t have a problem with that, “Okay, so I’m going to bake a few snacks, for Kiley, Kieran and you too,” she said including him, “you’re going to watch with us too right… I mean if you want…” she back tracked and Kieran nodded. “uhm – okay – see you in a few hours? At five tonight?” “Yeah, five,” I answered distracted waiting for her to leave so I could talk to Kieran alone, hoping he knew he was welcomed. If he wanted to come that is, maybe he wanted to be alone after all this, once she left I turned to face him, a small smile on my face. “I was really worried about you…” I said my face red hot, but it was the truth, “You were hooked up to a lot of different machines and there was a bolt in your head too,” I shiver remembering it. “I was worried you’d forget me too,” I stopped when I thought that I would lead him to push me away again. He was staring at me again, then I noticed he looked down at my hand on my lap, slowly I put my hand on the bed, palm up. “It’s okay,” I murmur and wait, but when I stand and lean forward, the same letter I had been walking around with that Chelsea gave me fell out of my pocket on the floor. I don’t rush to pick it up, it sort of feels like this heavy weight that I had been carrying around, my curiosity flaring each time but fear of what I didn’t know was bothering me. “What’s that?” Kieran asked. Glancing between him and the letter on the ground I left it there. “It’s a letter from my mom, she wrote it before she had me, before she even had Chelsea…” “What does it say?” I shrugged. “I don’t know, Chelsea found it and made a copy for Ben and I, gave it to us last night, the three of us are all going to learn to play the violin though,” he nodded. Chelsea had said that it was up to me, for me to decide if I wanted to read it or not, but after the recording, I didn’t want one more thing from my momma, it felt like – like she’d never be put to rest, that I’d always have some tie to her – another little piece. Another reminder. “I feel bad,” I told him looking at it on the ground. Clearing his throat Kieran asked me why. “There was a girl back in Middleburg, her dad died and for show and tells – you know where you bring something in from home to talk about it,” I explain, “she would bring in different things all the time that reminded her of him, his fishing pole, or sweater or things that were important to her.” “She would say she wished she had more and I had a room full of momma’s things. Then daddy threw them away and all I had was a recording with her voice and I never shared that. I wanted more of her things, not because I thought it would mean she’d come back but I didn’t want to forget her. I held onto her so tightly before, but now I have the letter and I don’t want more reminders,” I whispered my voice shaky and vision glassy. My hand still on the bed, I’m a bit startled when I feel Kierans’ hands on mine, and I sigh heavily, as a nice calm takes over me, “Do you feel that too?” the words are out when my fingers curl around his much larger hands. And his face pales and I can hear his heart speed up, his hands get wet, no clammy, “Kieran…” . . . Kieran POV Did I feel that? Of course I did and at the same time, I didn’t. I didn’t feel the normal shock that I received when someone touched or accidently grazed against me.