********************* Hi guys. This is the second part of chapter 15! This story is getting some major editing so the new chapters will be a bit on the short side until I can fix all the errors and inconsistencies. And plese check out my other two stories , if you dont mind. No pressure lol! Thanks again for reading! Peace and Love!***************************
She was so damn beautiful. Beau was lying on the couch wishing they hadn't let her leave 2 months ago. 9 hellish weeks later and this was the Khara they got back. Damn it all to hell. He wanted to punch something and cry at the same time. The past couple of weeks made him realize that Khara was IT. She was the glue that was going to hold him and Tristan together. No her, no them. Tristan wouldn't survive the heartbreak and Beau wasn't sure if he would either.
He vaguely heard the front door close but his gaze never moved. Tristan approached the reading nook and saw that Beau had apparently changed her clothes and finish bandaging Khara up. He sat down the bags and Ziggly's cage. He slowly walked over to where she sat and lowered himself next to her. She was laying on her side, facing Beau, hugging a pillow. He slowly eased the pillow from her grasp and pulled her into his arms. Beau watched the first tear side out of Tristan's eyes and felt his own eyes mist over.
Tristan finally let all the pent up emotions out and found himself crying in her hair. She was finally back in his arms. His body began to shake with sobs and Beau climbed in behind Tristan. Beau had never seen Trist cry. Not when he lost his bay sister, not when he was in physical therapy to repair his shattered legs. Never. And hear he was, crying his soul out. Beau hunched over Tristan's back and simply held him. He didn't know what else to do, so he was just there. For both of them. He could only hope Khara woke up soon. He knew they couldn't get her to talk about it right away, but he hoped they could at least make her comfortable enough to stay.
Khara slowly woke up more comfortable than she had been in months. She hoped it wasn't a dream. She couldn't deal with Jared smacking her awake again. Maybe if she was quiet, she could get downstairs before he woke up and make his favorite breakfast. Maybe then he would let her leave the house today. She needed to get back over to Beau and Trist. She missed them terribly and knew she should have never come back.
She first noticed she wasn't in her bed when her pillow moved. She was always a very light sleeper and whenever Jared tried to cuddle her in her sleep, she would instantly wake up and move out of his reach. She was currently lying on a very solid chest that was shaking slightly. Her eyes quickly popped open and she noticed she was staring at a very familiar bookcase. She was really here. She was at their house. In the chair. And one of them was holding her. She let out a small giggle. He was finally here. She didn't quite remember anything but Jared smacking her and then crawling out a window, but somehow, she made it.
Beau heard that sweet giggle and let out a deep sigh of relief. If she was giggling she was ok. He leaned down and whispered "She's awake baby, ease up please," to Trist. Tristan slowly eased back and allowed her some space to move. She turned towards him and gave him a huge grin. He was momentarily stunned. Fuck she was gorgeous. "Hi there, sweetie. How you feeling," Beau asked her with a hesitant smile. She turned to Beau and briefly met his gaze. We the cutest blush she turned back to Tristan and quietly asked, "Can you make me a BLT? I haven't had one since the last time you cooked for me." Tristan gave her a full blown grin and quickly jumped up. "Sure thing babe, anything you want." He said. Khara let out a tiny squeal but quickly reigned her excitement in. "What time is it Beau?" she asked while turning back towards him.
Beau had taken to wearing a watch just so he could always give her time. He figured, whenever she came back, he would never have to figure out the time. "7:42. Trist went and got a few of your things, and one thing that will hopefully make you very happy." Khara went to jump up only to have Tristan push her back down. She flinched and curled in on herself. Tristan ground his teeth thinking of that asshole hurting her. "Hey babe, relax. Trist just didn't want you to stand up and hurt your feet. You cut them up pretty bad walking over. Did you step on glass or something?" Beau asked gently. Khara peaked from behind her hands and slowly relaxed.
"I don't remember walking here. I just remember him throwing the pan and then stomping outside. he had done his daily checks of all the windows and doors and I climbed out the window. I don't remember much else until Tristan pulled me from under the table. Is that ok? I'm sorry I don't remember," she whispered. "Its fine babe, just try to relax. Do you need anything? Your medicine, a book, something to drink?" Beau asked. She shook her head and continued to gaze down. She noticed her wrists were void of the color beads she always had on and she looked incomplete. She wondered just how much work it was going to take to get her back whole. They had to let her get comfortable again before they could even dream of making any sort of relationship moves. Sexual or not.
Khara meanwhile was wondering if it would be ok to kiss Beau. He just sat there nibbling on his bottom lip and it made her feel warm. Her pussy was terribly sore from Jared last night but she knew she had missed Beau's touch. With a quiet sigh, she leaned further back into the car and attempted t process what had happened. She had left home, without her meds, no Ziggly, no books. Hell, not even her clothes. How was this supposed to work? She knew she couldn't go back but the mere thought f starting all over had her in an almost full blown panic attack. She squeezed her eyes shut and began to hum her favorite song. She focused on breathing and didn't even notice Beau get up.
After a few moments she felt calm enough to open her eyes and she found the chair across from her filled with familiar bags. With a sharp gasp she sat up and reached for the closet bag. It was her bright messenger bag. She quickly opened it to find her medicine and a few of her bracelets. She quickly slid them on and opened her meds and took two pills with no water. After struggling to swallow them, a glass of water suddenly appeared with a smiling Beau behind it. With a tiny smile she gave him a small thanks and took large gulps from the lemon flavored water.
"Tristan snuck in your old house and grabbed some of your stuff. Including the most important thing," he said as he pulled his hand from behind him to reveal Ziggly sitting in the palm of his hand. Khara let out an ear piercing scream and snatched Ziggly. The small creature squirmed in her hand before settling himself into a tiny ball. Khara began to cry and she clutched her bag and Ziggly. "Could this be real?" she thought. She never imagined getting him back but to have him was overwhelming. She knew she had to thank them somehow. She just didn't know how, yet.