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Title: Taken - Chapter 33 View count: 253 Rating: 5.0 (7 ratings) Description: I'm sorry that I messed up the last chapter numbers. It should be right now. --- "What does it remind you off?" I ask her. Come on Denver, answer me, you can do it. Keep up being human for a while. Denver takes a deep breath and wipes away her tears again. I don't see why she does it, because the old ones get replaced by fresh ones almost immediately. "It reminds me of my tenth birthday." she says, trying her hardest to take deep breaths to calm herself. "When you got your puppy?" I ask, remembering our last conversation. "Yeah, we came home, I had just seen her for the first time. She was so sweet. I loved her the moment I laid my eyes on her. But I couldn't take her home yet, so we went and I was incredibly upset. So my mom let me pick a movie and gave me an extra piece of cake. And that's when they showed up..." "Who?" I ask, my voice barely more than a whisper. I know who. I just don't want to be right. I want her to prove me wrong. To tell me that it's not at all who I'm thinking it is. "Dan and Ian. They just walked into the living room. I didn't recognize them, but my parents did. I thought they were just their friends, until my mom started crying. She never cried, only when she was scared. That's how I knew that they were no friends. I didn't know what they were though. I was just too young to realize what was going on." I try to think of something to say, but there are simply no words. I know this is only half of the story and that Denver is still struggling to find words to finish it, but I feel like I have to say something now. But I just can't. There is nothing I can tell her. But I have to say something. So I just open my mouth and say the first thing that comes to mind. "You don't have to tell me this. It's okay, I get it." Okay, that was probably the worst thing I could say. But when Denver looks at me again, I realize I said exactly the right thing. "No, I need to finish the story." I look at her and she stares back. I know she wants to tell me, just because she needs to get it off her chest. Which is a good thing. But this story scares me. It's scares me more than anything else I've ever heard in my life. "My parents send me up to my room. I obeyed and waited for them to come get me again so we could finish watching the movie. I remember hearing my parents arguing. It scared me. I had never heard them that angry or panicked before. And the fact that Dan and Ian were yelling back didn't help. When the screaming finally stopped I figured that they had left. So when I heard people walking up the stairs to my room I thought my parents were coming to get me. But when the door opened Dan and Ian walked in. I wasn't even scared at that point, I didn't understand what was happening. Ian picked me up and told me that we were going on a short trip. They told me it was my birthday present from them. When we walked past the living room, I saw my mom and dad, sitting on the couch, watching us leave. They didn't do anything. They just watched us going out that door. I waved at them when Ian put me in the car, but they didn't wave back. They didn't do anything. That was the last time I saw my parents. It's been seven years, but I can still see them standing in front of the window, watching me go." Denver stops talking and breaks down again. This time I don't hesitate and wrap my arms around her. She hides her face in my shirt and I let her cry. After a while she calms down enough to pull away from me, but she takes my hand in hers, unwilling to let go off me completely. "I can still remember the movie we were watching. It's such a stupid, irrelevant detail, but I can't let it go." She looks down and I realize she's actually ashamed of that little fact. "It's important to you. Who cares that its seems irrelevant? It matters to you, so it's important. You don't have to let everything go." "Maybe." We keep silent for a long time after that. Both just thinking. I now know a little part of Denvers story. I am positive this is not everything, I know that there's at least one more reason why she hates her birthday. And who knows what other secrets she has? What I do know is that she's finally really opening up. I hope she won't pull up her walls again. She needs someone and I want to be that someone for her. --- Tags: taken, 33, Author: gioiaxpianogirlx |
