Chapter 428: 1-5

Wolf wanted to meet her, had practiced what he wanted to say to her, but now, with her in front of him, the words were gone. 'Laura Christi' was all he could think, dread and cold feet filling his every thought and feeling. "I'm Rainella - Logan calls me Rainy," she whispered and I looked away, my vision blurred, the love shone in Wolfs' eyes, took my breath away. "You're beautiful, you - it's uncanny," he said in a dazed voice, a watery smile that I don't think he's given to anyone in so long. Stepping out from the room, I sigh leaving them in my office, and going down to the kitchen, to help Greta and Nona prepare dinner, knowing that the Hayes, Oakley, Ben, Kayla, Julia and Grant were coming over tonight. When I entered the two of them turned to face me, "Anything I can do?" I offered, but Nona just pushed a tray of food I knew was meant for Kieran in front of me. It had been nearly three weeks since he told Oakley not to come to him anymore, however Grant had managed to build a good rapport with Kieran. They weren't the best of friends, and truth be told Kieran didn't truly trust Grant, but each time Grant went, he gave that boy something to think about, a piece of information instead of overwhelming him with truths. Though everyone would love for him to join us for meals or just to interact with us at all, Grant suggested we give Kieran more time, especially now when his mind seemed to be at war with itself. It was its own battlefield and truthfully I couldn't be any happier than he seemed to not be put off from Grant. On the other hand, Oakley, it was - she was selfless, it was eating her up inside, all she wanted was to be there for him, but at the same time that was overrode with the need to give him the space he asked for. Getting him a bottle of water and a bottle of juice, I took the tray heading to his floor, using the end of the tray to knock on the door. He normally kept the door closed, but I also noticed that he always opened it, no matter what, unless he was sleeping. "Brought you some dinner," I said wanting him to step aside and let me in, instead of just taking it from me. Getting my way, I place the tray on the table next to all the untouched carving supplies we bought for him. "It's okay if you want to join us Kieran," I tell him sitting on the sofa while he goes to his bed, perching him self on the edge. "I know," a quiet tone. "How have you been lately?" Looking away he shrugs, you can read my mind... you kinda know how I'm doing already, he answers with his thoughts. "You have a point," he doesn't seem to look at me though, never in the eyes and in this circumstance I wish he had the self - esteem to do that, but he didn't have that at the moment. I wanted him to know that I could relate to him, and so I asked Grant, wondering if maybe - just maybe I shared my history with Kieran, it would help him relate to me. After giving me the go ahead, I was just waiting to find the right time, and I think I just found it. Exhaling I steeled myself, "Kieran, you're right, I can see your thoughts, but there is a difference between me knowing what you're thinking and you taking your own mouth, lips to tell the truth, to put it out there. To let someone you trust carry some of the burden in your mind... I - I know it may not feel like talking about what happened to you would help because I can read your mind and that doesn't make you feel better. Right?" I pose the question, but in no way shape or form expect for him to give me a response, so I continue. "There is a difference, you decide who you tell what burdens you Kieran, just because I can hear your thoughts doesn't mean I'm the person that you've trusted enough to tell them too." It's really quite simple in my mind, but to him, he always hits that road block for some reason, holding back because he thinks I can already hear what he's thinking, see what he's experienced. "What I see, I don't tell Grant, so he is waiting for the day that you feel comfortable enough with him, to open up and discuss what happened." Picking at his bed sheet, he nods, but doesn't meet my eyes. "Kieran..." I say and wait for him to look at me, "Did you know I used to be punished too?" I ask my voice strong, but that little girl inside my head, that suffered that abuse, lingers. "I saw your back..." he answers and the hand that shakes when he mentions it, I force it to stop. "If you don't mind I'd like to tell you about my abuse and abuser?" He nods slowly, "Ok... so I was born inside a concrete room, and the man that had me, he lost me for a while... some how I ended up in a dumpster and put into the human foster system. No one would adopt me and then finally, after years of being on the outside, a couple decided to take me, and started the process. They couldn't have children of their own... and for a while, I was so happy, because finally someone wanted me," I tell him this now, less sad than ever, my life full now. "When they were almost completed, they found out that they were having a child of their own, and they stopped the adoption process, sending me back to foster care," this part I say more monotone than anything else. "You know how I said I was born in the concrete room?"