Chelsea and Blake walk into the hotel.
They greet the receptionist behind the desk. "A room for Chelsea Wilson,"
"How funny, a girl and a boy came in here for only 10 minutes ago, and she had the same last name as you." The woman was trying to make some small talk while she typed away on her computer, but she doesn't know they are related.
"A boy?" Chelsea asks, with curiosity. The woman merely nods her head and continues to type away. "Did he had brown hair, along with dark blue eyes?" Her words fall from her mouth before she can control herself, and the receptionist looks at her weird.
"How did you know that?"
Blake can see that Chelsea is about to explode, so he quickly cuts in. "Can we get our keys, please?"
The woman hands him the key. "Here you go. Enjoy your stay."
Blake takes hold, on Chelsea's hand, but before they near the elevator, Chelsea slams, a hand on the desk, startling the young woman. "Which number does the other Wilson live in?"
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Mila has just walked out of the shower when she hears a loud bang on the hotel door. She hurriedly puts on some sweats, with her hair still wrapped around in a towel.
When she opens the door, nothing could have prepared her for seeing her mom once again.
Chelsea pushes, the door wider so she can walk in, and Mila quietly closes it after her.
"Why the hell did you bring him here?" Chelsea hisses.
Mila crosses her arms over her chest and narrows her eyes, "Did you bring Blake?"
Chelsea too narrows her eyes and follows her daughters' movement, "Answer my question."
"How is it any different than I brought Kyle when you brought Blake?" Mila questions to her, now fuming mom.
"When did you get so disrespectful to me?" Chelsea answers, surprisingly sounding a little bit sad.
Mila is taken back by the vulnerability in her voice, but she doesn't show it - one of the abilities she had learned from her. "The moment you stopped caring about me." She snaps back.
Chelsea grimaces, which is very unlike her. All the anger she had shown has now faded, and all you can see on her face is regret.
Mila shakes her head as she notices her mom's heartbroken, expression and she takes a step back.
She raises her finger and notes that it is slightly shaking. "Y-You don't get to do this, not now. Not after 2, years." Tears are streaming down her face.
"You, really think I don't care about you?" Chelsea's voice is barely a whisper, but she gets it out.
Mila hurriedly wipes away the tears with shaking hands. "Of course you don't! Who could care about a murderer?"
Chelsea violently shakes her head and takes a step forward her daughter. "You are not a murderer!" Her voice holds determination - leaving no room for argument.
Mila looks at her with wide eyes. "W-What? I-I was the one who pulled Peter into our lives. I-I was the one who thought I could leave him without any complications. I-I was the one who didn't save grandma! You were the one who reminded me of that every single day."
Her mom too looks at her with wide eyes, "I did no such thing!"
Mila lets out a humourless chuckle, "Oh, no you didn't say anything, but I could see it in your eyes. Every time you looked at me, I could see the hatred."
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