The Outlaws

twenty three.

Picture: Random Girl as Alexis Dalcour

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CHRISTIAN

The 13th of November is the worst day of my life. That's the day my dad and step mum died in the car accident. I thought losing my birth mum was bad enough. But apparently, God, or life, or who or whatever the fuck is screwing me over, didn't think so.

After I lost all my parents, the twins and I went into foster care. I thought we were cursed. I thought we were unlucky that Mum and Dad were only childs, and that Victoria's sister, her only sibling, already had four kids and couldn't take three more. I thought we were unfortunate because our other relatives had either passed away, lived in another country, weren't close to us at all, or simply didn't want to or couldn't take us in.

I thought we were cursed.

Now? I think I'm the most blessed guy to walk the planet.

Of course, I feel broken. I never would have thought that someone could be so ill-fated as to lose so many people.

But what if I didn't lose them? I wouldn't have been adopted by Hannah. Would I still have gone to the same school as my friends? Would I still have known of Daniel's existence? Would I still have been able to look at this perfection of a girl beside me, and witness her utter beauty?

If I didn't lose them, I wouldn't be at this cemetery right now. I wouldn't have found my secret place. I wouldn't be here with this girl I like so much.

And this girl looks at me now-I see the turning of her head from the corner of my eye-while I'm staring straight, through the gates, where the physical parts of my parents now lie underground.

I'm wrenched away from my thoughts when her skin touches mine, after she takes me by surprise by drawing my hand out of the pocket of my hoodie, and putting her hand in mine.

This makes me realise that she knows where we are and what we're doing here. Clearly, my emotions are on full display.

I intertwine my fingers with hers and twist my head so I can look at her. She stares into my eyes like she's seeing right through me, and seeing the real me-the one who cares for her more than anyone else, and the one who has gone through a bit of hell.

I don't let people in like this-not even Daniel. He doesn't fully understand how I feel about Alexis, losing my parents, my new family and friends. No one understands. But Alexis is closer to understanding than anyone else, if she's seeing me like this.

"You sure you want to be here?" she asks softly.

"I want you to be here," I correct. "I want to show you something."

She nods then squeezes my hand, and I push open the gates and we slowly walk through.

I don't need a flashlight to navigate myself-I already have the route to the graves and my secret place burned in my mind.

At the three graves, I say, "Well, meet my parents."

I sit in front of the middle grave, where my dad is, but Alexis doesn't move even though I'm still holding on to her hand.

"Do you want me to give you some time alone?" she asks.

I shake my head. "Would you stay here, with me?"

She gives me a small smile and sits beside me. "Of course. Always."

She uses the connection in our hands to pull us closer, then she rests her head on my shoulder, making me giddy with happiness.