Justice

Recovery

*Kayla's Pov*

Niko doesn't stop talking and I love it but I also know it's his way of coping when he's nervous. He talks a lot.

He's been here everyday.

Walker has visited when he can and sometimes brings his daughter with him because her and I are really close. She made an effort. She heard the news and she got on a plane from Bali just to come and visit me.

Hank usually sits in silence and sobs while apologies spill from his mouth. Walker blames him, I know that but I don't. Chris was mine to catch and I ran off, not caring about anything else but him.

Yeah, maybe it is daddy issues.

Or maybe it's the fact that I always wanted answers for why he left. Why he broke the bond between us and left his little girl in tears every night for three years. I would often question myself about why he left and what I must've done to cause him to leave. It's a lot to carry for a young girl but I soon realised that I can't control what someone else is feeling. Whether it's anger or happiness.

I can't control what Jay is feeling. I don't blame him for being angry but I never expected him not to visit me. If he has nothing to say, then that's fine but silence is better than losing a person you trusted.

I messed it up first, I know that and I never really did apologise but Kim seemed to forgive me. Not that she should. I said some horrible things and I hated every second of it but I had to. I had to push them away otherwise they would've followed me the second I left that house. More deaths would be on me and I can't deal with more guilt.

But hey, I got the justice I wanted. But at what cost?

I see the world very differently to how others see it. They think he deserves to rot in jail and think about what he's done because they believe that's gotta be hell. No, him choking to death on his own blood must've felt like hell as the light slowly faded from his eyes. That's justice in my eyes.

He didn't deserve to live when thirteen people died because of him. Five children, the youngest being six and the oldest being fifteen. Patrick, who has a 15 year old daughter that knows she won't have a dad to walk her down the aisle. She won't have her first dance with her father because Chris selfishly took that from her.

The door opened with it's usual squeak and someone let out a loud, heavy sigh before they dumped themselves down on the sofa. I couldn't feel their breath on my skin so I know they aren't sat near me.

Okay, I might like the silence but not this much. They haven't said a word. Normally, I at least know who is in the room.

"I...um...I'm sorry. You risked your life for all of us and got the guy away from us. What I said, was wrong of me." Said the person.

Jay.

"I was once told, revenge isn't sweet. I told Hank that Chris was your dad and maybe I thought he did know when he said he needed to talk to you, I was drunk at the time. But there's a chance I also said it because I was angry and wanted to get back at you. You were angry at Chris for shooting your team but revenge isn't sweet. Look where you've ended up. You're in the hospital because you couldn't let him go. Deep down, I knew something would happen eventually because you don't give up and that is one of the things I value about you but I didn't think it would be this soon. Yeah, I'm talking to you like you've died because a part of you has died. You don't have anything to fight for anything anymore because you killed him."