The Fire Within the Passion - Kayla Trautman (best books to read ever .txt) 📗

dream. Kattie..." Kattie cut him off, "George I don't want to talk about it. I'm fine. The dreams over. I'm fine." George grabbed her hand and held it in both of his, "Kattie. Now just listen. You need to let him help you." Kattie frowned and raised her voice a little bit, "How can he help me huh? He can't help me. No one can. What's he going to do tell my dreams to go away and just expect them to?" George replied keeping his voice down, "How can he help you if you don't let him? Look. You've been through a lot. I know. I know better than anyone else what you've been through. Because I'm gone through pain too. Not as much as you but I still got a little taste of it. And yes it hurts. But I have to keep myself together. I need to protect you. I love you. You're my sister. You and the baby are my family. It hurts to see you like this. And the only way that you're going to get through this is if you let him help you. You can't get past this alone. Please let him help you. Let us help you. We need you to get past this." Kattie replied, "I don't need any help George. Like I said, I'm fine. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get some fresh air." Kattie stood up and went to leave but George went over to her and grabbed her hand bringing her around to him, "Kattie. Come on. Look at yourself. You're not like yourself. You're irritable. I came down here to help you and you raise your voice at me. Kattie I love you dearly. I'm just trying to help you. Please let him help you." Kattie looked away and continued walking out. George was suprised. Kattie was never like this before. George went upstairs to Jack and the baby. Jack was burping the baby when he went in there, "Hey George. This one burps a lot." George smiled, "Jack. I think Kattie's finally letting the reality of what happend to her sink in. She's not like herself. She's trying to hide it by getting an attitude with everyone. I just went down there to talk to her about it and she stormed out of here. She said she had to get some fresh air." Jack kissed the baby's head and layed her down in her crib, "Maybe it's about time. I mean think about it. Yes she's been emotional and upset about everything that has happend. Maybe now she can really get the anger out of her. It's never good when someone holds all their anger inside of them and never lets it out. She needs to get it out. Just don't get mad with her. She doesn't mean it." George replied, "Oh I know that. It's just not her. That's all. She's probably out front sitting on the front steps if you want to talk to her. I'll watch the baby." Jack nodded and went downstairs. He went outside and went around to the back 'cause Kattie wasn't there. When he got around to the back he saw Kattie sitting on the ground crying. He went over and sat next to her. When Kattie seen him she cleared her throat and wipped away her tears, "Damn pebbles. Wind blew them right in my eyes." Jack put his arm around her, "No need to hide your feelings Kattie. Besides I saw you crying before you saw me sitting here." Kattie replied, "Well I'm fine now." Jack took a deep breath, "No you're not. You've been holding in your true anger and pain about everything that's happend and now you have to let it out. But you're trying to hide it. That's probably why you're having these dreams. Your body's giving you them to make you so mad that you'll finally let it all out." Kattie blew out a breath, "I'm not angry. I'm serious. I'm not angry." "Kattie. I know you better than that. And even if I were a stranger I could tell that you were angry." Jack told her. Kattie got up and walked a couple steps away, "I wish everyone would stop trying to tell me that I'm not okay when I'm fine!" Jack got up and walked behind her, "See. You're raising your voice at me and I'm trying to help you." Kattie replied, "Because everyone thinks that they know how I feel. But I'm telling you I'm fine!" Jack put his arms around her, "We're not trying to act like we know how you're feeling. But we know when something's wrong." Kattie hugged her arms around his, "You say that you're not trying to act like you know how I feel, then why do you keep on telling me that I'm not fine?! And if something's wrong then let me figure it out!" "Because we want to help you. I want to help you. You're not alone in this. Please let me help you." Kattie moved away and turned to him, "I'm fine! I don't need you're help! I don't need yours, not Geroges help, not anybody's help! I'm fine!" Jack moved closer to her but she backed up. Jack started raising his voice but not in anger, but in pleading, "Kattie. Please. Stop trying to hide your feelings from me. I'm stupid and I'm not blind. I can see it in your eyes that it's bothering you. But you won't let it out and you won't let me help you. Please." Kattie shook her head and walked away, "I'm fine! I don't want...I don't need your help!" Jack grabbed her arm but Kattie yanked her arm back and continued walking, "Leave me alone! I don't want to be bothered with it anymore!" Jack stopped, "Kattie!" Jack was hurt. He didn't want to ever have an arguement with her. He wasn't mad at her, he just wish that they hadn't argued. Jack went back to the castle and went upstairs. By the time Jack got upstairs tears were coming down his face. He walked into the room and saw George holding the baby. She was quiet and just laying there. George looked up at Jack and saw the tears, "Jack. What happend?" Jack answered putting his hands in his pocket and leaning against the wall, "Kattie got mad and started yelling at me. I pleaded with her and did everything I could to convince her but she just got mad. I'm not mad at her but how can I help her if she won't even let herself realize that she's hurting? I can't help her." George layed the baby down and walked past Jack patting him on the back as he went by reassuring him that everything's going to be okay. Jack sat where George was and watched the baby.
It was 4:30 and Jack was feeding the baby. George was walking past the door when he heard this loud smashing noise and small hollars coming from outside. The hollars were so quiet that George was suprised that he heard them. George frowned and went outside. When he did he stopped in his tracks. Kattie had a bat and was smashing a couple of barrels that were out on the porch. George went over to her and grabbed the bat as she was about to swing again, "Kattie. What are you doing?" Kattie was crying. She let go of the bat and just stood there crying. George put the bat down on the ground and pulled her away from the broken barrels. Kattie started crying histerically. George hugged her historically, "Kattie. Kattie. It's alright. It's about time you let your anger out, although I don't think that that was even half of it. You only opened the bottle a little bit. But that's good. One step at a time. Now will you let us help you?" Kattie cried, "You can't help me. Nothing can get me through this. He killed everyone in my family because of me. And I know you and Jack think otherwise, but it's true. And then he tried killing Jack and you. He won't leave you alone until he has me. And I don't want you getting hurt because of me." George pulled away, "Kattie. It's not your fault. The man is just out of control. There was nothing that you could've done. Nothing. And I'm glad that you got away from him. You needed to get away. If you didn't then you would've been dead." Kattie interrupted before he could say anymore, "One life. My life. Not no one else's. And it was more than just one. It was all of them. Every last one. Except for you." George replied, "But it wasn't your fault. And I know that you will one day realize that. But let us help you." Kattie wipped away her tears and hugged him, "I'm sorry for jumping at you earlier. I didn't mean it." George chuckled, "Don't fret about it. Now why don't you go talk to Jack. You two haven't talked since the arguement. Every time that he tried to talk to you you left the room." Kattie shook her head, "I can't." George asked, "Why not? You can't go on forever not speaking with him." Kattie replied, "I can't. I yelled at him earlier for no reason so I wouldn't blame him if he hates me now." George laughed, "Kattie! Kattie! Jack doesn't hate you. He loves you and I can see that. After the little arguement he came upstairs with tears in his eyes. But not because he was angry with you. He was hurt because you wouldn't let him help you. Now go talk to him. Don't you love him?" Kattie's face grew grim, "Of course I love him. With all my heart. You know that. You don't even have t ask that." Damn it. Would she jump in front of a bullet when she's pregnant if she didn't love him? Kattie was suprised he had the nerve to ask her that. George replied, "Then go and talk to him." Kattie nodded, "Alright. I love you." George walked back inside with her. George went into the library while Kattie went upstairs. She went into the room where she thought he would be in, but it was only the baby sleeping soundly in her crib. Kattie left and went downstairs. She saw Mr. McNight. She asked him if he had saw Jack and he told her that he's in his office. Kattie went and knocked on the door. Jack called for her to come in. Kattie let a tear come out and run down her eyes. She took a moment before opening the door. Then she opened the door slowly and shut it behind her as she walked towards the desk. Jack stood up immediately when he saw her. He met her at the front of his desk. He put his hand on her shoulder, "Can we talk now?" Kattie replied, "Jack I am so sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you earlier. I was ignoring and holding in what I was feeling." Jack smiled, "Will you let me help you now?" Kattie hugged him, "I don't know how you can help me with this. Oh and I destroyed your barrels that were outside on the porch. I let some of my anger out and smashed them with a bat." Jack chuckled, "That's okay. They're just barrels. And I'm here for you. I will find a way to help you. I love you." Kattie pulled her head back and he bent down and kissed her. Kattie loved him so dearly and was exhilerated that he wasn't mad at her. She felt as if she would die if he didn't forgive her. Kattie hugged him and loved how he held her. Jack just stood there holding her in his arms. Jack said, "How