Property Of a Millionaire

39. Property Of a Millionaire

"You never know how good holding hands with someone is until you get to hold their hands..."

Miles'  Point of View

"Miles, I'm going to need you to stay with him 24/7. His emotions are a bit unstable and need to be controlled or at least he needs to bring attention to the situation at hand." Dr. Theresa spoke as she wrote something down on her notepad. I took a hard swallow and looked back up to the camera, Max had already left the room and god knows where he went. I picked at my fingernails before responding to her.

"I'll try but he doesn't talk to me anymore. I know he says that it wasn't my fault but I do. I feel at fault for his father's death." I lower my voice as I speak just so Max doesn't hear me. He hates that I blame myself, talk down about myself, and or exclude myself from his family. I feel like I don't deserve that right anymore.

"Miles, stop. Remember what I told you during your first visit, it is none of your faults, he happened to cross your path and was destructive. There was a malicious event that caused the death of Max's father and you cannot blame yourselves. Use the strategies that I taught you both when grieving and try it out. It doesn't hurt to try." She's right. I try and deny the fact that it wasn't my fault but I can't help that the voices in my head are blaming me.

"Right, thank you, Dr. Theresa, I'll go find the hard-headed idiot now." We said our goodbyes before I was left in my thoughts, alone. I've been constantly texting in the group chat with Melanie, Zack, and Alana ever since they've been on my case because I haven't called them since the start of the month.

I left one of the offices, out of a million here in the mansion, and walked past the working men rebuilding the side of the home. Annabelle and Jacob played with Natasha and Tanya in the garden with Jasmine Lavender, Max's grandmother. I waved to them as they all either smiled or waved back to me. I looked at  Annabelle with sad eyes when she points to her pinky finger. I looked to my empty finger and noticed the small tan line that outlined where the ring used to be. I held my hand towards my chest and watched as her face changed.

Shit. Shit! She started to storm from the garden and straight towards me. I felt the anger from her as she grabbed my arm and tugged for me to go up the stairs. Stomping up the stairs and into the room that Max and I shared during the duration of our trip here, I could see his silhouette from under the covers as if he was asleep. Instead of doing this carefully, Anna decides to rip the blanket off of him and expose his body to the sunlight coming into the room.

"What the hell? What happened?" He started only to be cut off by his sister.

"You sit down. You sit up. We're going to work this thing out right now. It's been months! I know you need time but don't act like this." Max and I quickly followed her instructions before she started to lash out at us. As much as this would've been great to laugh at, I couldn't agree more with what she said.

"Max, your taking leadership of this family soon and I know dad wouldn't have wanted you to mope around like you're doing now. You're not only hurting yourself but your relationship too. Can y'all just fucking look at each other? I never wanted to come out and say it like this but you both need to hear it." She huffed out in one breath before Max looked towards me, I finally, after arguing with my inner conscious, glanced at him. His eyes, almost immediately, turned glossy when he noticed the sadness in my expression, "See? You're not listening to your therapist, your closing everyone out, and you're not forgiving yourself for what happened with that man."

"Don't fucking talk to me about that." I felt anger from that one statement. He was boarding up again and I felt like I was losing him in this one-sided war.

"I don't give one fuck about how I'm supposed to talk to you or not. I know my father never taught you to hold grudges." She started,

"Well, he was my father too goddammit! You're acting as if I didn't lose someone. Someone that I love. I want to protect Miles and keep him by me forever but don't you see the problem with that? I almost killed him! Fuck! I got the love of my life kidnapped, beaten, assaulted, and almost fucking killed! Do I not have the right to be angry too?" Their voice growing louder and their words stronger as they yelled at each other for what felt like hours.