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needed someone’s arms around me. I had been brought up without love. This was the only way I could express the fact I didn’t want to be on my own. For once, I needed someone.
    Uncle stood at the door, but didn’t turn around. Instead, he shook his head, pulled the handle, and walked out.
    My nostrils flared in anger at his obvious rejection. “I guess that’s a fucking no then?!” I threw a cushion in the direction of the door. I was doing that a lot lately, but I didn’t care. I was alone again and my only comfort was the bottle I held at my chest.
    I pulled it from me and unscrewed the top. I didn’t want to feel lonely anymore.
     
    I had just finished my two hours at the bar and was making my way home. Despite the fact it was a lot earlier than last night, I still felt fear when I walked the streets. I even decided to take a much longer route around so I could avoid being in the same place again.
    I didn’t see Kit today and, I must admit, it saddened me. All day, I glanced at the door of the soup kitchen, hoping he would walk through it. Alas, he never did, and I went home feeling sorry for myself. I wasn’t sure why my obsession with him was growing. I guess for every little bit he gave me, I just wanted more.
    As I was musing, my mind registered something else. I had suspicions I was being followed, and when I turned around, I saw Kit watching me from the other side of the road.
    Trying not to make it look too obvious, I turned my head and couldn’t help the huge smile that crept up on my lips. Kit was following me, but instead of it creeping me out a little, it made me feel safe. I felt like he was watching out for me.
    With a sudden idea in my head, I stopped at the local fish and chip shop and placed my order. I paid, grabbed the bag, and made my way outside again. I walked the remaining ten minutes to my flat without looking back. I wanted to, I really did, but I didn’t want him knowing I knew he was there.
    Once I got to my flat, I opened the door, placed the bag on the side table, and walked back out. Kit was just walking away.
    “Kit!” He turned and looked my way. Suddenly, my mouth went dry. What do I say to him? How do I broach the subject? I had made a plan to get him here. Beyond that, I was completely lost. “Umm…” I fidgeted with my hands a little, desperately trying to get my brain to engage. “I need your help with something,” I breathed out, wondering how I managed to hold it in for so long.
    Kit tilted his head, but didn’t say anything. For a moment, I thought he was going to turn away, but he surprised me when he walked forward.
    With my brain quickly scrambling, I turned and walked back towards my door. When I turned back towards Kit, he was standing by the gate.
    “What do you need help with?”
    My heart hammered in my chest, wondering if I could go through with this. I pointed inside. “I need to speak with you about something, but I’m too cold out here.”
    Kit sighed, looked around, then stared back at me. It was almost as if he was battling with something. I wish I knew what.
    Time stood still for a while as he stood without a word. A part of me was wondering if this was a good idea. Kit did help me and he followed me, but it was obvious he felt uncomfortable around me.
    Eventually, he walked through, closing the gate behind him. “Okay…”
    My heart did a little merry dance as I walked through the door. I heard him shut it before I turned. The smell of the chips hit me and I’m sure it hit Kit, too, because I saw him stiffen.
    “What do you want?”
    His voice seemed a lot harsher than he probably intended. I was determined to ignore him, though, because I needed answers.
    Without saying a word, I picked up the bag and walked into the front room. Kit followed, probably out of sheer curiosity more than anything else. He had a visible frown on his face. I still ignored him as I went into the kitchen.
    Once all was set, I came in to the living room to find Kit