The Case (BWWM)

45.

Kylie ~

I fluttered my eyes, opening very slowly to see the room brighten up, which indicated that it was morning. I turned my head slowly in fright as I saw his blue sharp eyes staring continuously as a small neutral smile played upon his lips.

'H-How long have you been staring at me like this for?' I asked as I bought my hand to rub my eyes for a better visible view

'I couldn't sleep, so I waited until you woke up' he spoke through his raspy voice

'So telling by your voice, not too long ago then' I assumed as he nodded his head

We both stared at each other in silence, wondering who was going to speak first and I'm not going to lie, I liked this kind of silent treatment we were both having. It gave me time to analyse him really well from his dark blonde highlights in his scruffy brown hair, to his blue like sapphire eyes that glistened. The sunlight that blared through the curtains giving his skin a beautiful tanned highlight from his exposed areas which was his shoulders. I was distracted by his perfectly pink lips that urged me to kiss them over and over again.

Realising he was probably doing the same with me, I automatically became shy as I shifted down further into the covers.

'Stop looking at me, all that crying I did probably made me look even more uglier' I said

'No amount of tear stains can turn a beautiful girl like you ugly' he told me but I still hid myself under the covers

'Um......I'm sorry about yesterday, I hate crying, it makes me look weak' I admitted

'We can't help what we feel Ky, that's just how humans are' he took out his hand to caress my tear stain cheek, bringing me a little bit closer to him

'I'm not a family person, I don't really talk about my family that much, or even at all' I randomly started confessing as Carter raised a brow in confusion 'remember when we went out and I must've been talking about our families-' I let out a little chuckle 'yeah my ass should've known better not to do that knowing I would be clearly upset if I even dared to touch on such a sensitive subject'

''If you don't mind me asking, what happened?' He asked

'My family has been broken since the day I was fucking born' I started off 'my moms sperm donor wasn't ever around for me or my brother. My mom on the other hand was always there, but she had her moments where I just wanted her to rid out my life and still to this day I feel like that- I know, what a horrible thing to ever think, but that's just how I feel. Finally thinking me, my mother and Kayden were actually bonding, several days later I found out he was shot, I didn't understand a thing even though I was of 11/12 at the time to know what shot meant. I didn't get a chance to see him after he died, my mom wouldn't allow me to see my brother in such a horrible state as it would haunt me for the rest of my life and that shitty advice she gave me didn't help whatsoever-'

'I'm sorry to hear that Kylie-'

'It's fine, I can't blame every white man for my brother's death' I sighed 'I know they staged that whole death, they blamed his Bestfriend and he's doing time for shit I know he didn't even do. I blame the police, I blame the justice system, I blame my fucking father for not being their to drill him in to what's wrong or right, he could be alive right now'

'I now this might sound strange to you, I never really talk about my brother to you or Terry to be honest. I even try not to think about him which I shouldn't but if I did, I'll probably drive myself to an early death as well. He was the closest I had to a father, a best friend and he was just suppose to be my brother. Hakeem was also like a father to me as well. He was my brother's bestfriend and he would come home often more than the other boys they were friends with- he's probably cursing every single word just thinking about me in those jail cells because I never wrote or came to visit him. None of us did to be honest, no one was there to tell him everything is going to be okay' I began to slowly think back to the mini flashbacks I was having in my head

'But you couldn't possibly go there by yourself to visit him, weren't you only twelve at the time?' Carter asked trying to find a solution

'My moms could've went to visit him, she never did because she believed he killed her son when she knew deep down he didn't' I sighed 'and I could've visited him as I got older, but I was moving about- it doesn't excuse it though because I could've wrote letters or even gave him a call..........'

'Wait!' I rose up from laying down on my side to sit up on the bed

'What?' Carter's blue eyes were staring up at me sharply

'I can go and visit him, maybe I can get him exonerated if I found new evidence, and there should be because he didn't kill my brother- I know he didn't kill Kayden' I kept on saying to myself

'And how exactly are you going to do that?' He asked

'Well I'm going to ask Collins to let me re-open the Case and he'll allow me to' I was confident

'You can't possible go and do that and you've got Issabella's case to tackle first' he reminded me

'Oh shit!' I cursed to myself 'oh well, I have a whole week before I get back to Issabella's court cases, I can start looking for new evidence for my brothers case'