Chapter 421: 1-5

Eyes wide and unable to even blink, both Chelsea and Gabriel entered the room, smiles on their faces, and in a haze I watched as they let their eyes survey the room, then focused their attention on Grant. "What's up?" they asked further baffling me. They could see the room was wrecked, my bed wasn't made and the bed, he had pushed it. "Oh well, I thought maybe I could see if you guys could get Kieran some carving supplies, I mean he made those excellent frames for Julia and I," Grant spoke freely and my eyes were darting back and forth as they conversed. "Oh yeah... would you like that Kieran? Maybe you could make some for the canvas paintings I have..." Chelsea said waiting for something, "If you'd like? I'd of course compensate you for your efforts," she added smiling Oakley's smile and in that moment, I wished more than I had ever wished anything in all my life that she was here with me. 'Take my hand Kieran, I swear... I promise... I won't let go.' Unable to even speak, Chelsea just smiled, "I'll see to it that you have those supplies soon Kieran," she said, her hand in Gabriel's they both turned around and left the room. Reaching with shaky hands I plopped down to the sofa, and as though nothing happened - because nothing happened - Grant went about making my bed the way it was before he messed it up, putting everything in its place where I had it. How I found it. Sitting on the edge of my bed facing me, Grant lifted a brow at me, but remained silent. He looked away for a bit, rolling his shoulders, just as he was doing so, someone knocked startling me and Chelsea peeped her head inside, carrying a laptop opened in her arms. "Hey, so I went online to see what type of instruments or well tools there were, and these are the two I found," she lowered the laptop to the desk, turning the screen to face me. Showing me one set with red handles and another with a plain black, "which one?"  Chelsea asked nicely, waiting for an answer as my eyes danced to the screen to her and then back. "Black," my voice no more than a breathy whisper, but Chelsea nods a great big smile on her face, "ok then," she picked the device up and left the room, the door closing behind her. "I have three more questions for you, Kieran." Grant said after what felt like forever, again waiting for me to respond. Begrudgingly I give him a slight nod. "First, when you bumped into someone, or left your area in the facilities messy what happened?" My eyes widened, and my face heated, a low growl in my chest was fighting its way out. He wanted me to tell him what happened? Weren't the scars on my body enough? With pursed lips he stretched his long legs in front of him, "so I'm going to say that you were punished for those things, by an adult, someone in charge that should know better than a child... I'm not expecting you to agree with me though." Good, cause I wasn't going too, I sneered in my mind. Right... where it counts, Nyx thought. "The second question I'm going to leave you with is this, do you believe you've changed?" I started blankly, my mind warring between just moving my head from side to side for an inch, and not.  "Are you a different person than the little boy that was punished?" he clarified then I shifted my head no more than two or three hairlines and Grant nodded. "Final question, why is it that Chelsea who is the highest authority when it comes to all shifters, on this island and soon everywhere else, came into this room, when it was messy and didn't punish you for that? I mean, if anyone should be giving out punishments as you call them, wouldn't it be her?" he cocked his head to the side like he was actually thinking about it. Standing after some time, while I just sat in my spot fully dazed, Grant took two things from his pockets. "You think about those questions for a little while, we'll talk again later." I nodded woodenly, hating this confusion in my head. Blinking held my muscles tight to the point where I was nearly shaking with the effort, "Oakley gave me these two things for you, ones a note and this is a recorder," he placed the note and the recorder on the table next to me. She wrote me a note knowing I couldn't read? I scrunched my face up. Then my thoughts caught up to the device next to the piece of paper, a recorder. Maybe she taped herself reading so I could listen, I thought a bit uneasy in my stomach, but it wasn't unpleasant. Until it was, why would she do something nice like that when I sent her away, my shoulders hunched down. "Do you want - would you like for me to read the note?" Grant asked and I was ashamed to say that it startled me. Consumed in my thoughts, I believed he had left. Glancing at him and the paper, I wondered if Oakley wanted him to know what it said, but that just led me back to wondering how she thought I'd figure out what it says. Nodding I pushed it back towards him, moving my hand away before we could touch. Opening the paper he began reading. "Dear Mountain King," I looked down smiling at my thighs, "I'm sorry that I told you to ask Carla if she looked for you or not. I don't think you're bad or not worth being my friend or my mate,' she underlined the words mate and put them in capital letters," Grant said turning the paper towards me, and pointing it out. Bringing it back to him he continued, "I'm not sure if I did something wrong but if I did, I'm sorry and I hope that you'll want to talk to me soon. I know I said that I would never stay away but since you told me to, I don't want to go against what you do not want, because I promised that too." 'Take my hand Kieran, I swear... I promise... I won't let go.' But I made her break her promise to keep another. "Even though you sent me away, I still want to be your friend and your mate, so please don't forget that.... Oakley." He paused, "P.S. I recorded four of the chapters of the books I was reading with you, so you could listen." My eyes went to the black device, though it held my attention, this time when I believed Grant left, I heard the door click close behind him.