Don't Leave. 

Chapter 1.
Kayden’s POV

I I gathered the little stuff I had, which was basically just the duffel bag that I had brought here. Before I left the room, I took one last glance at Avi. He was still sleeping in the bed that we had shared tonight, he was snoring softly, and all I could think was, he’s perfect. But I couldn’t keep looking, or else I would forget the reason I’m leaving in the first place.

I walked over to the bed, and peered at him. I pecked his lips softly, lightly so he wouldn’t wake up. They were soft and silky and… I wish I could feel them more. But I can’t. I sighed softly, kissing his forehead and brushing his hair behind his ear before turning on my heel to leave. God, I hope he finds the note I left for him.

I slung my duffel bag over my shoulder and… borrowed… a few snacks from the kitchen. I hope Em understands.

-

I knocked on the door lightly at first, but then harder. I couldn’t be scared. I’m stronger than her.

She opened the door, scratching her back and yawning, looking sort of sick. Too early to get up, after a long night of drinking and she probably has a hangover. Her eyes widen and eyebrows furrow when she sees me.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she said, obviously still in shock.

I look down at my sneakers. “I… I need to ask you some things. And you’re the only person I can ask,” I pause, looking back up at her. She doesn’t look like she is particularly enthusiastic about the idea. “If you provide me answers, then I’ll never bother you again. I promise.”

She mumbles under her breathe and grudgingly lets me in. “Fine, brat. But you have five minutes. I was… busy.”

Yeah. Busy, sleeping.

We sat down in oppisite chairs in the living room that I’ve seen my whole life but almost never sit in because it’s always been scary down here. My room was sort of a safe spot, though it’s not always safe. Nevertheless, I started talking, knowing I only had a bit of time.

“Well, so, my dad. He said he went to New York City. And he’s a Playwrite.” I said carefully.

He face scrunched up at the mention of her ex husband. “Why do you want to hear about him?”

“I need to find him.”

With this statement, her expression and overally aura changed from annoyance and confusion to anger. I shrunk back in my seat.

“Why are you such an idiot, Kayden?! He didn’t just leave me, he left you, he left you too! He doesn’t care about you so give it up, idiot. I’m ashamed of having such a dumb_ss related to me.”

Tears stung at the corner of my eyes. I tried to keep my voice study. “He did care. He cared about me. Give me his name. His full name.”

“Stop being such an idiot!” She snarled.

“No, I quite like being an idiot, thank you very much! Now what. Is. My. Father’s. Name?!” I shouted, standing up.
“Mark! Mark, okay? Mark Edwards. Go find him for all I care. I hope he’s dead! I really do!” she shouted, with some kind of crazy, twisted glee.

I shook my head, twisting the doornob, getting out of the place that I’ll never go again.
 

A/N 
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