Part 11: Recovery

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Chris POV

     All Kiiara did was go to the gym to use the punching bags and practice dance and lock herself her room. I'm pretty sure she's drawing and working on her songs. She hasn't been to either of her jobs or dance for a week. She doesn't want to call her siblings to talk about it because she thinks they'll blame them like they did with her mother. She won't even get out to play madden or watch avengers. That's when you know somethings wrong. *knock knock* 

"Yes?" I sigh

"Look, I know you don't want to come out but can you at least open the door?" She comes and opens the door

"There. Happy?"

"Kiiara, whatever it is it isn't your fault"

"Stop saying that. I told him not to go to Dorchester I told him no to take that goddam detail!" She slams the door. I sigh

"Kiiara-"

"Just go Chris"

"Are you sure you wanna act like that when you see Tom Brady?" She opens the door. Tears are coming down her face.

"I'm listening" her voice is breaking. I showed her the tickets 

"Fine you got me." She gives me a hug "thank you" she lets go and goes into her room. I her hear playing the guitar and piano. Probably making a song. I take a deep breath. "3 more days"


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