The Boy Next Door// Kyle David Hall

26. Big News

After the wedding Kylie and myself went back to LA, where we live. We didn't tell my parents we are married and we didn't post it on YouTube considering my parents watch my videos. We kept the wedding a secret. We went back home and I had to break the news to her. I just did, I had to tell her about her parents, but I couldn't tell her just yet. We just got back.

We took a step into the house and she froze.

"It feels so good to be back home." She said and I smiled, she called my house her home. That's a start.

"Yes it does." I said and Kylie set her bags down in my room and laid on the bed.

"Can I take a nap?" She asked and I nodded my head.

"Yes." I said and she shut the door and went to sleep.

I watched a couple of movies during her nap. Frozen, and Big Hero Six. They're pretty good movies.

After I finished watching those two movies, I woke Kylie up and we went out to chipotle and ate dinner.

She was very tired and so was I, but I had to tell her about her parents.

After we ate chipotle, we went back home and we sat on the couch.

"Look Kylie." I said and she looked at me in a confused manor.

"Yes?" She asked.

"So I have to tell you something." I said and a worried expression crossed her face.

"Tell me." She said, so I did.

"Our wedding day. It was six in the morning and I was preparing for the day. Putting your dress in the room and calling Savannah to see if she can do your hair and makeup." I said and a smile appeared on her face, but I continued.

"I was getting dressed and your phone rang. I didn't want you to wake up and wonder what I was doing so I picked it up." I said and her smiled was a mere smirk, but I continued.

"It was the police station and they called to confirm that you were the parents of Kelly and Mark Rose." I said and she didn't have a smile on her face anymore, but I still continued.

"Kylie, I'm so sorry, but your parents are dead. They died in a plane crash on their way to their business trip. That's why you couldn't get in touch with them." I said and she started crying.

"My parents are dead?" She questioned and I nodded my head.

"When's the funeral? Who am I living with? What's going to happen to me? I'm not even eighteen yet." She shouted and I calmed her down.

"It's next Sunday. You're living with me because we're married. You're going to be alright. You just have to go over to your parents' house after the funeral to clean the house out and sell your parents' stuff." I said and she started crying harder.

I wrapped her in my arms and soothed her until she fell asleep in my arms. I promised I would protect her, but I can't do that when I'm the one who hurt her, can I?

The answer... Is yes.