*Let Me In
A story that will get you squirming in your seats to find out more about Kayla McCarney's hell of an experience called 'life' Which paths would she have gone through to get her happy life back, which bridge would she have to cross to be able to trust someone again. Find out...
~Flashback~
*The rain was drizzling behind the car window as she sat in the passenger seat while her mother was driving her to school. Her mother Sophia had surprisingly woken up late to get Kayla to school and herself to the fashion design office where she designs the fashion models wear. She was a very organized and presentable person for the reason being for her having the job that she had dreamed about and eventually had gained with hard work. She said she was sorry for waking up late because she and her father had a 'late night sleep'
She was arguing with her mother that she didn't have enough time to have breakfast so she wanted to go to Percy ingle and have a cheese turnover pastry, while her mother was concentrating on the road to get her to school on time. It was hard as it was to concentrate on the road with the rain, but Kayla's nagging wasn't making it any easier.
The mornings always were pretty foggy especially when it was rainy in Britain, you could never tell the weather. The sudden rumble of the lightening alerted both of them that it was going to get worse, the rain was slapping harder and faster against the cars' windows as Kayla gave a gasp and her mother tightened her hands around the steering wheel.
There was a sudden flash of another car... well as it may have seemed from far away, as it got closer it was evident that it was actually a transportation truck, by the looks of it the driver was not aware of any of his surroundings. The driver's eyes were drooping, obvious that he was lacking sleep. Kayla found the opportunity to shut her trap about her hungry stomach and started screaming a high-pitched ear-piercing sound that not only distracted her mother but surprised her.
At that moment everything happened all at once her mother's honks to the other driver and her swerving the car round to prevent it from crashing and the other driver's sudden turn in the same direction. Her mother's eyes widened as she realized it was too late to make any change but the least she could do was to protect her daughter from harm. She reached out from her seat and covered her little eight year old daughter's body; she covered Kayla's eyes with her hands to stop her from seeing the terrifying scene. BAM!! Everything went blank...
The last thing Kayla remembered was seeing her mother taken away, face covered but Kayla caught a glimpse of her once beautiful face that was now covered in dried blood that had made its way from her forehead down to her chin. Kayla tried to reach out for her mother but something was preventing her, a pair of hands that were locked around her waist, she tried so hard to pull them off but she was too weak and all she could do was cry and yell 'Mummy!! Please let me go!! I want my MUMMY!!' Her eyes were burning from all the salty tears that had made dark stains in her top, her eyes were bloodshot red and puffy from all the crying that she had done for an hour in the policeman's car, while they were taking her home to her father...*
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~Kayla's P.OV~
I can't believe it is the anniversary of my mother's death which was 9 years ago; it might seem like a very long time ago, but for me to move on from something like this was completely impossible even if I tried to, my dad would always remind me . Today was the day that I dreaded the most because it was these days that I needed my mother the most. Even though Jason, my older brother was here for me for now, it won't be the same without him...
Just as I was thinking how different it would be and how much I would miss him when he would go University, the devil himself walked into my room without knocking no matter how many times I've told him not to.
'Kay, hurry up we're going... Err why aren't you dressed?' Jason asked looking at me with a confused yet cute face; even though he was older than me by three years I would still ruffle his dirty blonde hair and pull his cheeks because I was so jealous of his dimples.
'Jayy, I don't feel so good, dad is probably not going to look at my face for next few weeks even though her rarely ever does but I dunnoo... It's not as though his the only one that feels empty, I know it was my-' I half completed my sentence with a sad sigh knowing that Jason would always cut me off.
' Kay, hmmff hun, how many times have we went over this? You can't keep doing this to yourself.' He turned his whole body towards me while he was still standing at the door, with one hand on the knob. His eyes were searching mine, but I didn't allow him to gain access into my thoughts and emotions as always. He was the only one that could read me like an open book just my looking into my eyes and so I held my head down and ignored his hazel eyes that were staring at me intently. He realized his usual lectures and smooth talking won't get him anywhere this time, so he closed the door behind him without removing his eyes off me and walked towards me. He stopped right in front of me and bent down while I was sitting on the edge of my bed.
Jason was never open with his emotions, he would only talk to me about his problems and it was the same with me, but sometimes I felt as though he could never fully understand how I felt specifically about this one problem: our mothers' death. I was the cause to all these problems, if it wasn't for-
'Kay-Cakes...' Jason rarely ever used my nickname that he used to call me when we were younger, he used to call me that because I used to love cakes, oh don't get me wrong I still do but then I use to have my face covered in cake and he used to make fun of me. But it felt good to know that he would always be there for me as an older brother and protect me, like he promised when we were younger... I remember his exact words 'Cakes, I am here, I'll always be here, whenever you need me, I'll always protect you ...' That was right after dad had ignored me for a few months after mum's death and I confronted him and he said ' It's all your fault! You killed your mother, you worthless crap! You should have died instead of her!' and SLAP! I could feel a burn on my right cheek as I cried and yelped. In a second Jason was by my side holding me in his arms and wiping my tears away.
As I was remembering all these memories, I hadn't realized that I had held my right cheek and I was silently crying as tears was pouring down my cheeks and Jason was holding me in his large arms and wiping my tears away just like he was a few years back.
He swiftly took my legs in one motion and placed me on his lap and rocked me back and forth as he soothed me with comforting words.
'Cakes, I am here, I'll always be here, whenever you need me...' he remembers. I looked up at his face as he continued 'I'll always protect you.' And that's all it took for me to know he was telling the truth.
'Promise?' I asked like a 5-year-old needing reassurance after wanting a lolly pop. I looked up at his face once more and searched into his hazel eyes for hope, his pink lips broke into a half soft smile and whispered 'Promise.' I held onto him tightly and warped my arms around his waist; he gently pushed my head into his hard chest. We stayed like that for a while, me gripping onto him and his chin resting on my head. 'Your strong Kay, I know you can do this, you just need to believe it and stop blaming yourself.' He whispered into my hair. 'Jay, I have tried, believe me I have, but dad keeps knocking me off my feet every time, I can't...' I mumbled into his chest as he stroked my hair.
He gently slid me off his lap and kneeled beside me and said 'No, every time you get knocked off just get back up again and try again, you have to try harder Kay, don't give up' Jason was always the encouraging type, he always looked on the bright side and was always positive about things, and that was what I loved most about him. I hadn't realized but his hands felt warm against my cold ones, he tightened his grip which reassured me that he would be here for me.
'Do it for mum, because she would want you to move on and live life, not wasting your time blaming yourself.' He whispered holding both my hands in his large ones and looking in my eyes carefully. I nodded and held my head high and breathed in, trying to calm myself down from the new coming tears which I tried to push back. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and whispered back 'Yeah, for mum'
Jason slowly stood up and pulled me up with him, he gave me one of his huge bear hugs that comforted me and made me happy every time I was down. I hugged him back just as tight and mumbled a 'Thank yooh' in his chest. He grabbled both sides of my face 'Go on, get dressed and I'll be waiting in the car outside' he kissed my forehead, just like he does every night when his there for me, he turned around and opened the door, just as he was about to close it behind him he said 'I love you sis' and left.
I was slightly surprised that Jason said the word, he would never say that word and I mean NEVER, we both were never able to say it. We were never the type to get all mushy and emotional; it was very rare just like these days. Even though he was 20 years old, he said he was never able to say that word to any of his girlfriends, because he just didn't seem to feel that way towards them, as for our relationship... well we both knew and showed we loved each other but never through words, well there's always a first, isn't there?
As I was getting dressed in my black dress that reached just below the knees, I thought about my ex boyfriend, yeah I never felt that way either, but probably because I knew that all the boys that I had come to face was always after one thing; my body.
After my first few attempts on finding the right guy I gave up, and obviously Jason was more than happy to know that he didn't have to chase after the guys and give them a mouthful of threat and maybe a punch or two to scare them. It was a few years back, probably four ... but I came home while Jason sat in the kitchen eating his sandwich and screamed 'UGH!! I hate boys, that's it! I can't deal with them, there too much trouble, OOFF!' That was after I found out what my ex was up to. While I stood there steaming red with anger, Jason was grinning from ear to ear. I smacked his head and he yelled 'Wha was thaa forr?!' with his mouth half-full. I smirked 'For ginning at me monkey boy' I stuck out my tongue and he opened his mouth to show his mashed up sandwich to disgust me, which worked.
I gagged at the thought and hurried downstairs while grabbing my black purse, where Jason was waiting patiently for me in the car. I opened the car door and slid in; Jason opened his eyes and turned to look at me with a concerned face. I gave him a heartening smile and whispered 'I love you too bro', he sighed in relief and smirked as he pulled out the drive way and sped towards the graveyard...
*The rain was drizzling behind the car window as she sat in the passenger seat while her mother was driving her to school. Her mother Sophia had surprisingly woken up late to get Kayla to school and herself to the fashion design office where she designs the fashion models wear. She was a very organized and presentable person for the reason being for her having the job that she had dreamed about and eventually had gained with hard work. She said she was sorry for waking up late because she and her father had a 'late night sleep'
She was arguing with her mother that she didn't have enough time to have breakfast so she wanted to go to Percy ingle and have a cheese turnover pastry, while her mother was concentrating on the road to get her to school on time. It was hard as it was to concentrate on the road with the rain, but Kayla's nagging wasn't making it any easier.
The mornings always were pretty foggy especially when it was rainy in Britain, you could never tell the weather. The sudden rumble of the lightening alerted both of them that it was going to get worse, the rain was slapping harder and faster against the cars' windows as Kayla gave a gasp and her mother tightened her hands around the steering wheel.
There was a sudden flash of another car... well as it may have seemed from far away, as it got closer it was evident that it was actually a transportation truck, by the looks of it the driver was not aware of any of his surroundings. The driver's eyes were drooping, obvious that he was lacking sleep. Kayla found the opportunity to shut her trap about her hungry stomach and started screaming a high-pitched ear-piercing sound that not only distracted her mother but surprised her.
At that moment everything happened all at once her mother's honks to the other driver and her swerving the car round to prevent it from crashing and the other driver's sudden turn in the same direction. Her mother's eyes widened as she realized it was too late to make any change but the least she could do was to protect her daughter from harm. She reached out from her seat and covered her little eight year old daughter's body; she covered Kayla's eyes with her hands to stop her from seeing the terrifying scene. BAM!! Everything went blank...
The last thing Kayla remembered was seeing her mother taken away, face covered but Kayla caught a glimpse of her once beautiful face that was now covered in dried blood that had made its way from her forehead down to her chin. Kayla tried to reach out for her mother but something was preventing her, a pair of hands that were locked around her waist, she tried so hard to pull them off but she was too weak and all she could do was cry and yell 'Mummy!! Please let me go!! I want my MUMMY!!' Her eyes were burning from all the salty tears that had made dark stains in her top, her eyes were bloodshot red and puffy from all the crying that she had done for an hour in the policeman's car, while they were taking her home to her father...*
~*~*~*~*~*
~Kayla's P.OV~
I can't believe it is the anniversary of my mother's death which was 9 years ago; it might seem like a very long time ago, but for me to move on from something like this was completely impossible even if I tried to, my dad would always remind me . Today was the day that I dreaded the most because it was these days that I needed my mother the most. Even though Jason, my older brother was here for me for now, it won't be the same without him...
Just as I was thinking how different it would be and how much I would miss him when he would go University, the devil himself walked into my room without knocking no matter how many times I've told him not to.
'Kay, hurry up we're going... Err why aren't you dressed?' Jason asked looking at me with a confused yet cute face; even though he was older than me by three years I would still ruffle his dirty blonde hair and pull his cheeks because I was so jealous of his dimples.
'Jayy, I don't feel so good, dad is probably not going to look at my face for next few weeks even though her rarely ever does but I dunnoo... It's not as though his the only one that feels empty, I know it was my-' I half completed my sentence with a sad sigh knowing that Jason would always cut me off.
' Kay, hmmff hun, how many times have we went over this? You can't keep doing this to yourself.' He turned his whole body towards me while he was still standing at the door, with one hand on the knob. His eyes were searching mine, but I didn't allow him to gain access into my thoughts and emotions as always. He was the only one that could read me like an open book just my looking into my eyes and so I held my head down and ignored his hazel eyes that were staring at me intently. He realized his usual lectures and smooth talking won't get him anywhere this time, so he closed the door behind him without removing his eyes off me and walked towards me. He stopped right in front of me and bent down while I was sitting on the edge of my bed.
Jason was never open with his emotions, he would only talk to me about his problems and it was the same with me, but sometimes I felt as though he could never fully understand how I felt specifically about this one problem: our mothers' death. I was the cause to all these problems, if it wasn't for-
'Kay-Cakes...' Jason rarely ever used my nickname that he used to call me when we were younger, he used to call me that because I used to love cakes, oh don't get me wrong I still do but then I use to have my face covered in cake and he used to make fun of me. But it felt good to know that he would always be there for me as an older brother and protect me, like he promised when we were younger... I remember his exact words 'Cakes, I am here, I'll always be here, whenever you need me, I'll always protect you ...' That was right after dad had ignored me for a few months after mum's death and I confronted him and he said ' It's all your fault! You killed your mother, you worthless crap! You should have died instead of her!' and SLAP! I could feel a burn on my right cheek as I cried and yelped. In a second Jason was by my side holding me in his arms and wiping my tears away.
As I was remembering all these memories, I hadn't realized that I had held my right cheek and I was silently crying as tears was pouring down my cheeks and Jason was holding me in his large arms and wiping my tears away just like he was a few years back.
He swiftly took my legs in one motion and placed me on his lap and rocked me back and forth as he soothed me with comforting words.
'Cakes, I am here, I'll always be here, whenever you need me...' he remembers. I looked up at his face as he continued 'I'll always protect you.' And that's all it took for me to know he was telling the truth.
'Promise?' I asked like a 5-year-old needing reassurance after wanting a lolly pop. I looked up at his face once more and searched into his hazel eyes for hope, his pink lips broke into a half soft smile and whispered 'Promise.' I held onto him tightly and warped my arms around his waist; he gently pushed my head into his hard chest. We stayed like that for a while, me gripping onto him and his chin resting on my head. 'Your strong Kay, I know you can do this, you just need to believe it and stop blaming yourself.' He whispered into my hair. 'Jay, I have tried, believe me I have, but dad keeps knocking me off my feet every time, I can't...' I mumbled into his chest as he stroked my hair.
He gently slid me off his lap and kneeled beside me and said 'No, every time you get knocked off just get back up again and try again, you have to try harder Kay, don't give up' Jason was always the encouraging type, he always looked on the bright side and was always positive about things, and that was what I loved most about him. I hadn't realized but his hands felt warm against my cold ones, he tightened his grip which reassured me that he would be here for me.
'Do it for mum, because she would want you to move on and live life, not wasting your time blaming yourself.' He whispered holding both my hands in his large ones and looking in my eyes carefully. I nodded and held my head high and breathed in, trying to calm myself down from the new coming tears which I tried to push back. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and whispered back 'Yeah, for mum'
Jason slowly stood up and pulled me up with him, he gave me one of his huge bear hugs that comforted me and made me happy every time I was down. I hugged him back just as tight and mumbled a 'Thank yooh' in his chest. He grabbled both sides of my face 'Go on, get dressed and I'll be waiting in the car outside' he kissed my forehead, just like he does every night when his there for me, he turned around and opened the door, just as he was about to close it behind him he said 'I love you sis' and left.
I was slightly surprised that Jason said the word, he would never say that word and I mean NEVER, we both were never able to say it. We were never the type to get all mushy and emotional; it was very rare just like these days. Even though he was 20 years old, he said he was never able to say that word to any of his girlfriends, because he just didn't seem to feel that way towards them, as for our relationship... well we both knew and showed we loved each other but never through words, well there's always a first, isn't there?
As I was getting dressed in my black dress that reached just below the knees, I thought about my ex boyfriend, yeah I never felt that way either, but probably because I knew that all the boys that I had come to face was always after one thing; my body.
After my first few attempts on finding the right guy I gave up, and obviously Jason was more than happy to know that he didn't have to chase after the guys and give them a mouthful of threat and maybe a punch or two to scare them. It was a few years back, probably four ... but I came home while Jason sat in the kitchen eating his sandwich and screamed 'UGH!! I hate boys, that's it! I can't deal with them, there too much trouble, OOFF!' That was after I found out what my ex was up to. While I stood there steaming red with anger, Jason was grinning from ear to ear. I smacked his head and he yelled 'Wha was thaa forr?!' with his mouth half-full. I smirked 'For ginning at me monkey boy' I stuck out my tongue and he opened his mouth to show his mashed up sandwich to disgust me, which worked.
I gagged at the thought and hurried downstairs while grabbing my black purse, where Jason was waiting patiently for me in the car. I opened the car door and slid in; Jason opened his eyes and turned to look at me with a concerned face. I gave him a heartening smile and whispered 'I love you too bro', he sighed in relief and smirked as he pulled out the drive way and sped towards the graveyard...
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