It's the Little Things

Chapter 6

His Audi came into a halt as we've reached a tall, two-storey house. Kyle got off the car and opened the door for me. Such gentleman he is, indeed. 

"Thank you," I said to him. He nodded, and rang the doorbell. 

The door flew open and we found a tall, blonde woman. At first glance, the resemblance with Kyle  was startling. Their features were almost similar, except for her hair. She had waves flowing down until her shoulders, and she was wearing a green blouse and denim jeans. "Hello! Come inside, both of you." 

We entered the house. It was well-lit; there was a massive Swarovski chandelier that hung on the ceiling. 

The house was almost completely white; it was serene. 

"Who is this sweetheart, Kyle?" she asked him, and turned to face me. 

"She's Samantha Hiddleston, a great friend of mine. Brilliant girl." he introduced, and squeezed my hand. I didn't squeeze it back. 

"Hi, Samantha, it is truly a pleasure to meet you. I must compliment your hair, as I've always wanted to get curls. Where did you get that done, dear?" she asked me politely.

"It's a pleasure, too, Mrs. Kingsley. And I was born with curly hair." I replied.

"Please, Call me Susan. Now, why don't you wait here in the living room with Kyle, while we wait for Robert to come home." she announced. 

"Dad's coming home tonight?" Kyle exclaimed in an irritated tone.

"Why, yes, Kyle." she replied. It must be my imagination, but I spotted melanchony for a split second in her eyes. 

Kyle led me to the living room and switched the TV on. "Sorry that you still need to wait. You must be hungry." he apologized, and frowned.

"Please don't apologize. And not at all." I lied, despite the loud gurgling of my stomach. 

He scooted closer to me, and I could feel his warmth around me. "Is this okay?" he asked. His face was inches from mine, and I am nothing more but intoxicated by his manly scent. He smelled different as Jack. Jack smells like laundry detergent while Kyle smells of Armani. 

"Yes." I breathed. 

And we stayed like that for minutes. We were heedless of what was on TV. We just sat there, enjoying each other's company. 

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It must be Robert Kingsley. "I'll get it." Mrs. Kingsley called out. Kyle switched the TV off and stood up from the couch. "Let's go eat." he told me, and led me to the dining room. 

I sat beside Kyle in the vast dining room. Mrs. Kinglsey came back eventually. Behind her stood a tall, middle aged man, who looked like Kyle as well. Must be Mr. Kingsley. "Kyle." he called, and did not even meet my eyes, as if I wasn't in the same room. 

"Dad," Kyle started, gritting his teeth, "my friend is here, mind you."

"Oh," he exclaimed, and looked around for me. As he'd spotted me, he said, "Oh, hi there. You must be Kyle's girlfriend."

Kyle choked on his water. "Dad!" "Robert!" Susan and Kyle yelled at the same time.

"Is she not?" Mr. Kingsley retorted. I blushed.

"Can you not, Dad?" Kyle asked, clearly irritated. 

"Fine. Sorry, bud." he apologized half-heartedly. Then, his phone rang. Kyle glanced at Mr. Kingsley's phone. His face was plastered with anger. 

"I'll have to take this outside-" 

"So her name's Nikita, huh." Kyle snorted, and dropped his fork and knife against the table hard. 

"Nikita is my secretary-"

"NO! Enough!" Kyle yelled, and stood up from his seat. "Enough pretending. We know you're with someone else." 

"Kyle," Susan protested, "stop."

"No, Mom! This Nikita has been haunting us for months. We act as if everything's normal. This isn't right!" Kyle turned to face Mr. Kingsley, who's face is filled with guilt. "You, how dare you do this to Mom? She loved you. We loved you!"

"Kyle, calm down." I whispered to him, and lightly tapped his shoulder.

He shrugged my hand away from his shoulder. "No."

"There's nothing going on between Nikita and me-" 

"Don't even try, Dad. Do you think we're that foolish? Do you think we're foolish enough to think that you come home late all those nights because you claim to be at 'work'? Billy, Johnny, Kristine; all your officemates know and told us." Kyle spat.

Oh God. Kyle's gone in a rage. 

"Mother," Kyle started, and tears splotched down his cheek, "wept all evening while you, you, you're in bed with another woman." 

"Please stop, Kyle." Susan pleaded, her fingers trembling as she covered her mouth to prevent from crying out loud. 

"Kyle." I told him, and caressed his back. "Calm down." I tried again, in my smoothest tone. 

He reflexively turned to face me, eyes dark as knight. I flinched. He looked as if he could kill me with his bare hands. But his eyes softened as he relaxed. "I'm sorry." he said, and grasped my arm a little too tight. He ran outside the house and tugged me along. 

"Samantha, I'm so sorry. I lashed out. I didn't know what I was saying or doing." he said in a breath. 

"It's alright, Kyle. Don't apologize. You were basically going through hell back in there." I reassured him. 

"I trusted my father. I looked up to him. But all he did was lie to us." he whined, and squeezed my hand. "I wasn't able to control myself. I couldn't keep it all in anymore."

We ended up in the nearby park, and I motioned him to sit in one of the wooden benches. He slouched, and looked as if he was going to pass out. His face was tomato red. He was exhausted. "I can't go home. I can't go back in there." 

I retrieved a handkerchief from my purse and started patting it along his forehead. "What about your mom?" I asked him, and he rested his cheek against my palm as I dry his face. 

"I'm worried about her, Sam, but I really can't." he said. 

"Where will you stay?" I asked him.

"I don't know." he muttered. 

My phone then started ringing. It was playing 'Radioactive', by Imagine Dragons. I fumbled inside my pursed and saw Jack calling.

"Where the hell are you?" he demanded, concern in his voice.

"Shush, Jack. I'm fine. Something's happened."

"What happened? Are you alright? Sa-" 

I cut him off. "I'm fine, but Kyle's not. I need to help him. Could he crash at your place tonight?" 

"No. You know very well my mom doesn't allow guests except you. How about yours?" 

"My... house?" I asked.

"Of course." 

"We don't have a guest bedroom, Jack." I reminded him. 

"So someone has to sleep in the couch." he said, and chuckled. 

"I will." I decided.

"Great." he replied sarcastically.

"Oh, and Jack?" I asked one last time.

"Yeah?"

"We need a car. I can't drive."

This truly is one first date gone wrong.