Golden Heart

(20) A fresh new haircut and a ride back home

Warning: Mature Content for themes around self-harm, violence, strong language, drugs, alcohol and sex with be mentioned in the story. 

Golden Heart

Morning arrived fast. Both, Miles and Alice, got out of bed as soon as the sun had risen and was shining down at the ground, the snow glistening in the sunlight. Alice would've liked to stand in front of the window for a while and just look at the beautiful snow and the sunlight. But Miles interrupted her and told her they had to get ready. Soon, Jackson was going to be there to pick them up and he wasn't going to wait long for them. They didn't know how long until a cop would watch who entered and left the town again and if they took too long they weren't going to make it through. 

Alice still wasn't very excited to do this and felt more than nervous. But she trusted Miles and he had made her feel a lot better by assuring her everything was going to be alright over and over again. Though they didn't talk about last night and her sudden urge to wrap her arms around him and sleep on his chest, she knew he probably hadn't expected it and also didn't want to talk about it. And quite frankly she didn't either. It was hanging in the air, in both their heads, replaying over and over. But no one dared to say a word. Miles still felt weird. Though he had slept better than ever and had to say he hadn't hated it as much as he wanted to admit. 

Alice didn't eat breakfast. She was too nervous and scared she might throw up if she ate something. The four cans that were left inside the cabinet stayed there. Miles didn't feel like eating either, not because he was nervous but because he simply wasn't hungry. He knew he needed food to be stronger. But he didn't want to force it down his throat. 

He had sent Jackson the address and was now waiting for a response, sitting in front of his phone. There wasn't much to do on it, he only used it to call people and text them. He had never used it for anything else. He had about ten photos in his gallery, five of them being accidental screenshots and the other four being of drugs he had taken a picture of for his deals. But one picture, the only one left, was particularly sticking out like a sore thumb. A picture of him and a girl with brown hair and an infinity of black in her eyes, pulling you right in. A bright smile was spread across her face. Miles clicked on it, feeling as though he hadn't looked at this picture in months. 

"Who's that?" Alice asked, looking at his phone as she stood right next to him. He hadn't noticed her there and flinched a little, pulling the phone away from her sight. She widened her eyes, suddenly feeling bad for being so curious all the time. She always had to stick her nose into things that were none of her business. And she knew how much Miles hated that. "S-Sorry. I didn't mean to be so curious."

He looked at her, his eyes softening again. She knew his secret, there was no point in not telling her now. He didn't mind anymore. He slowly showed her the picture and she studied it curiously, feeling as though she ought to know who the girl was. She tried to think but nothing came. She looked up at Miles, confused and he laid the phone down on the kitchen counter, the screen still showing the picture. 

"It's my sister," he said, frowning a little. She widened her eyes again before taking another look at the picture, at the smiling, beautiful girl. She hadn't imagined her to look like this, she had imagined her to look a lot more like Miles. She did see a few similarities between the two but she had expected more. Still the girl on the screen was beautiful, had the same angel-like face as her brother. So perfectly shaped and everything the perfect size. Her lips not too big, her eyes puppy-like, the same puppy eyes Miles had. It was such a unique face, just like Miles'. It made her want to take out a sketchbook and try sketching again, something that surprised her since she hadn't thought about putting a pencil to paper in years.