I Can't Let You Go

Storm

She opened the window a bit, but she had to close it back at the next moment. The air blast was so huge and grim. The wind was strong, and the rain was falling heavily. She tried to push back the window to its place, but it was not that easy. Kit suddenly appeared next to her and helped her then turned the handle. 
"I hope you did not plan to climb out of the window." He laughed at her a bit. 
"No. I just wanted to check is it better now or not." She sighed. 
"Isn't it obvious?" Kit frowned and placed his arms around her. Emilia took a deep breath and placed her hand in his arms. "I know we didn't exactly plan that night in this way." he put his chin to her shoulder.
"Wonder when will you father slam the door on us, and put us out from the house," Em stated sarcastically.
"He won't. My mom would kill him." Kit smiled a bit and turned her to him, facing her. He placed his hand to her cheek and caressed it with one finger. 
"I tried everything. I tried to be polite and kind and... " Em rolled her eyes "I ... they always loved me. Every time when I had a boyfriend... his parents... always loved me." she lowered her head. "Except yours of course." 
"My mother adores you, and my father... he just... needs time. And I don't care what he thinks." he placed his forehead to hers and slowly searched her lips with his. 

They slept in his old bedroom and Emilia was staring at his face. He slept so calmly and deeply. She caressed his little curls. She tried to sleep, but no matter how she did not want to be interested, what his dad thinks about her... it just irritated her. He never really wanted to know her. He just ... condemned her based on her family, and reputation... meanwhile she and even her mother were successful and build and achieved everything on their own. In her eyes, it was more than just being born into a rich family. She was tossing and turning a lot that night, and when she raised her eyes to the clock it was still just 1 am. That night will never end, and she was also very thirsty. She slowly stood up from the bed, and put Kit's shirt on with one of his shorts. Before she opened the room door she took a deep breath. Nothing could go wrong, it is the middle of the night. She knows where she finds the fridge. She was there in this house... at least fifteen million times earlier. Of course not as Kit's girlfriend but... that was different this time for sure. She walked down in the stairs, tried to remain quiet and turned to the kitchen. She tried to make some light with her phone. The silence was huge in the house, she only heard the wind blowing from outside. The rain was still falling. She just hoped, it will stop till the morning. She really did not want to spend another day or night there. She just wanted to spend some time with Kit. Alone. She opened the fridge door and searched for some bottled water in it. 

"Would you take the milk too?" The voice came from behind, and her heart immediately stopped and turned to the direction. It was David, Kit's father. He was sitting there in the dark. She did not even see him when she entered the kitchen. 
"Left. In the fridge door," he told her in a monotone voice. Emilia just nodded and took out the milk from the fridge and handed it to him, then without even drink anything she closed the fridge door and started to leave.
"Didn't you wanna drink or eat something? Or just some sleepwalk?" David asked her and poured some milk to his mug. 
"I was just... " she sighed and stared at him. That was the longest conversation between them in the past day. 
"Insomnia?" he raised his eyebrow. 
"Kinda." she still doesn't understand him. "And you?"
"There are many things in my mind." He drank into his mug. 
"Well... then I... let you think." Em stammered meanwhile she took some steps backward.
"I still don't think you are a good choice for my son." David continued. 
"We are on topic." she rolled her eyes. "Look, I don't want to be... irreverent, especially because it is your house, but would you please finally tell me, what the hell is your problem with me? My family? My political views? Or just my personality?" she spread her arms. 
"I want the best for my son." 
"No. You want the best for yourself. And for what? Why? No one cares about... bloodlines and family names anymore. We are not in the middle ages when it was relevant. No, my family is not wealthy, and we are not descendants of the royal family, but I went to an elite school just as your son and got the best education thanks to my parents. And we ... Me and my mother reached everything by our own." Emilia raised her voice a bit. "And yes, I am a liberal, all my friends are, even your son. And that is an unforgivable sin? Sorry, but you should just... live in the present." she stopped for a minute, but there was no answer. "If you... want me to leave I understand, I just... pack my stuff and... " she wanted to leave him there again.
"No. I would like to ask you to sit down. If you still don't want to sleep." he pointed towards the chair.