WILD BUT NEVER FREE

Revelations

Hey everyone, hope you enjoy this update, it is one of my favourite chapters so far so hope you like it too! Also just incase anyone noticed, I changed the name of this story as I didn't really think the old title was fitting with where the story was headed, hope you like the new title! Elz

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York and I had most certainly had our fair share of foolish shenanigans across the years. My best friend was always the one to go one step too far to fulfil that desire for thrill that made him who he was. The two of us had never had much sense of authority to guide us in the right direction, so it wasn't a surprise that we swayed off the good boy tracks growing up. From all of the bouts of mischief, I had learnt one thing about York: that even when I was apprehensive about our plans, his eyes lit up with a thrill that brightened his whole face.

I hadn't seen that look on his face for an extremely long time, but as the defence attorney approached the witness stand, I glanced at York, and that mischievous look had returned. A look that told me they weren't playing any games, that they would fight a dirty battle until the end, when everyone in this room saw him as innocent.

Mrs Morris gave me a cold controlled smile, as she stopped dead in her tracks within a few metres of the podium. I sat nervously trying to decipher what that smile was trying to tell me.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Mr Wild. You seemed to have a very close bond with your sister." Mrs Morris sympathetically exclaimed, her politeness catching me off guard.

"Thanks," I replied colloquially, for a moment forgetting where we were. When my environment came flooding back into my consciousness I sat up straighter and removed the sadness from my face, setting my mouth into a thin unemotional line. "Yes, we were close."

"Would you say that perhaps you were closer to Cassi than you were to your other sibling?" Mrs Morris asked me in a tone that reminded me of the multiple therapists I had seen throughout my life; asking a question she already knew the answer to.

I looked to Iris and hated to answer the question truthfully because I knew it would hurt my little sister's feelings. It was just me and Iris now, and I didn't want her to feel inadequate because of me. "I suppose we were closer in age so we spent more time together growing up."

"So that's a yes then?" The stern lady looked up at me through her glasses, not appreciating the way I was trying to skirt answering her question directly.

"Yes." I sighed, not being able to look over at Iris.

"Do you think there was a reason why you confided so much in just two people, Atlas? It's evident that both Cassi and York had other friends outside of your little bubble, but it seems that your attention was undividedly focused on two people."

She waited for an answer, but I wasn't even sure how to answer a question like that. It was something I had never even thought about.

"I have never been the type to need a lot of friends." Was all I could think of on the spot. But Mrs Morris wasn't finished there.

"You just described Mr Yardley as erratic, intense and capable, in your eyes of murder." She said, briefly glancing down at a notebook so she made sure to get my use of vocabulary completely accurate.

"Yes I did."

"Then why were you friends with him all these years?" She asked bluntly, as though she couldn't comprehend what was going on in front of her. "You're closeness to Cassi and York must have meant that the two were bought together on more than one occasion, yet it still came as a surprise to you when they developed a relationship. Why?"