Kyle looks down at the broken girl on his lap.
While she told him a part of her life, he had kept running a hand up and down her back.
Although each time she mentioned something her awful ex-boyfriend did, he had stopped. He had never felt such kind of anger towards a person, other than his dad.
He understands that what Mila did was stupid, very stupid. But that doesn't make it right for him to harass and threaten her, plus stalking her.
Especially not starting a fire, which caused a human life.
"Then what happened?" He asks Mila, as her sobs have reduced.
She takes a deep breath before continuing. "Nick had felt that something wasn't right, so he had left his date with his girlfriend, and called my parents. I don't know how he knew, it must be the twin bond, but he was the one who ran upstairs, even though there were flames everywhere, and carried me out of there. He also tried running back inside to get our grandma, but our home was already crumbling. When I regained my conscious, I was about to sprint towards the house, but the second I neared the door, it collapsed. Neighbours were starting to notice the strange light. We quickly came, to the conclusion that this was our chance. My chance."
Mila takes another deep breath, "We would leave without any trace so Peter couldn't come near us again. That night broke my relationship with my mom. She hated me for what I brought into her life. She always wanted perfection, but when that crumbled under her nose, she blamed it all on me. And she is right! I am the reason my grandma is laying here underneath us like a skeleton." In the end, her sobs turned hysterical.
It felt good to let it all out to Kyle, but it also unravelled a wave of emotions she has been caging in. She has only allowed herself to cry so much one day, a year - on the anniversary.
But being here on the graveyard, coming face to face, with her doing, has broken that shell.
"Hey. Breath." Kyle says and tills her head up, so she can look him in the eyes when he talks. "You made a, really, shitty choice. But you were just a 15, year old, who wanted her parents to stay together. You are not the first one. Everyone is going to rebel at some point in their life, maybe not everyone gets the outcome you did, but we all must live with the choices we had made during our youth."
Mila wipes one of her tears away, and she directs a small smile towards Kyle. "It sounds like you aren't an 18 year old, yourself."
Kyle shrugs, "I must be an old man trapped in a young man's body."
She doesn't say anything in response. Instead, she rests her head on his chest and finds comfort in his presence.
"Plus, I'm 19." He says with a smile.
Mila lets out a quiet laugh, "Of course."
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After some time they left the cemetery and continued their way towards the hotel.
The car drive was quiet, but it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable.
Mila felt like a huge weight had been lifted, from her shoulders. She has never told anyone such a detailed story about that part of her life before, and she finally felt at ease. And it didn't seem like Kyle minded hearing her tell. Mila is glad she followed Tasha's advice.
"So, this is your hometown?" Kyle asks as they drive into the city.
"Yep," she answers while looking at the city; It holds many memories, both great and awful.
"Everything looks exactly like when we left it."
Kyle nods his head and leaves her to dwell on her past.
"Thank you." Mila suddenly says out of nowhere.
Kyle doesn't need to ask what she says thank you for, because he already knows. "You're welcome. I want you to know that even though we have only known each other for a month, that if you ever need to talk, or something, you can just come to me..."
"If you want to of course. I understand if you don't want to, I mean, we live under the same room, and I would understand if you would rather go to my mom, but if she isn't there..."
"Take a deep breath, Kyle." Mila finally cuts in, before he rambles any more. She can't suppress her smile, as he begins to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly.
She nudges him in the shoulder, "Take it easy, you don't have to be nervous. If anyone should be nervous it should be me; I just spilt my life out on you."
Kyle retreats his hand from his neck and plays it back on the steering wheel. "Besides, I appreciate your words," She throws him a sideways glance, "and I think I will hold you up to it if I need it."
He shows a toothy grin feeling satisfied with himself - he is beginning to break out of his shy shell.
Plus, Mila is starting to mean a lot to him. After she broke down in his lap, a new world opened up to him, and he saw the girl who used to always have a smile on her face, break down. He wanted nothing more than to take her pain away.
"We are here."
A 3 store hotel comes into view. Lights shine through the entry, which gives a cosy entry.
They walk inside, with their suitcases, and are met with a receptionist who smiles, and shows them their way towards their rooms for the next couple of days.
Mila looks over at Kyle, to see him already looking.
"The trial starts at 10, so do you want to eat breakfast with me at 8?" She asks him, with hope in her eyes. She doesn't want to start the day out alone, and she knows that Kyle will be able to cheer her up.
"Of course." He answers. "Goodnight, Mila."
"Goodnight, Kyle."
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"Visitor for Peter Horson!" A bored policeman calls out into the courtyard.
Peter looks up at the mention of his name, and he drops the weight he was holding and makes his way towards the visitor room.
When he sees who it is, he put on a confused face. He looks at the guard and whispers. "Who is that?"
The guard gives him the steal glare, and Peter rolls his eyes. "Idiot." He mutters.
Peter plants himself down into the steel chair and looks at the man in front of him.
He can't help but feel the power that radiates from his visitor. He even notices some of the convicts give him a second glance, and quickly averted their gazes.
"Who the hell are you?" Peter grunts out, as the man doesn't say anything other than stare.
"I am the one who has been paying you and your dad." He answers in a very professional voice.
Understanding floats through him, though he masks it with his normally impassive face. "What do you want?"
"I want you to finish what your father started."
Peter leans forward, curiosity getting the better of him. "I am listening."
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