Involved with the Mafia

4.

  "My parents are sleeping. Be quiet on your way in."

  I turn my head and face Klara, who's driving. The only hints I get from her facial features is when we pass the bright lights of the street lamps. She's trying to be a good friend, even when I don't deserve it.
 
  "I'll stay somewhere else, Kara. It's no big deal," I turn away from her and get lost by the endless rows of unique houses and the late night runnings by the ever so groggy people.

  "Reece, I'm your friend. Let me do this for you. Please?" Her voice sounds stern but doubtful.

  If only I could see her face. Then I would know how she really feels. Is she just acting like this because she's expected to? Or is she doing this willingly?

  "Thanks," I mumble under my breath.

  "Listen, I'm doing this for you-"

  "I get it Klara, thank you."

  Everything goes silent. All we could here was the prevalent swishing of the winds and her turn signal. There's nobody on the road with us, and she still turns on her turn signal.

  I bite my lip from speaking a word. I could tell I passed the line, but it's the people like her that gets me annoyed. The ones who hold grudges against you even if you went down on your knees and begged for forgiveness like they're a king or a queen. It might seem like she's forgiven you, but she occasionally drops hints and takes you on a major guilt trip.

  She parks the car and we both get out. Grabbing the bags from the trunk, I see Klara quietly climbing the stairs and twisting the key in the lock. Once the door is ajar, she motions me to come.

  I jog across her lawn and enter the house behind her. Her house smells like Lavender, due to the lit candles sprawled around the tables and the bookshelves. It's extremely neat and precise, I admire that.

  She turns around and takes a bag from my shoulder gently. "Let's go downstairs. My parents could even hear a crumb falling down the stairs," she whispers.

  I nod and follow her down the stairs. She takes the other bag from my shoulder and throws them at the back of a closet.

  "This used to be my old bedroom. You could stay here."

  I smile at her once she flicks the lamplight on. Her face looks tired, her stance drawn out. I notice how much trouble I've put her through. An instant pang of guilt wrenches my chest.

  "Thank you, Klara," my legs on instinct walk over to her and hug her shoulders, "Thank you."

  I get a strong smell of lavender from her shiny hair. She has a crooked nose and rosy cheeks. All mixed together, I could see why Wilson chose her over me.

  We both let go after a while.

  "I'll be upstairs. Text me if anything, okay?" She smiles at me for the first time.

  Right after, I smile back. "Okay."

  She nods her head and walks up the stairs gently.

  I sigh and turn the nob of the bathroom door. I brush my teeth and get lost with myself in the mirror.

  I should really sleep.

  Spitting water in the sink, I place the toothbrush down and turn off the faucet. Picking my hair up in a ponytail, I lift the white covers and bury myself underneath it. I grab my cold phone and lay it right next to me. I'm not necessarily waiting for someone to call me. I just want it there. Just in case.

  Adjusting my head on the pillow, I drift off to sleep.

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