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Her mother walked with her into the living room, comforting her daughter as she cried. "What happened, honey?" she asked. Kylie shook her head, unable to explain. |
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"She had drove home from her dorm she got SA'd ..." He murmured, her father's face contoring to rage. "Why you lousy little--" He paused, heading straight towards Max. |
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"No! Dad! It wasn't his fault!" |
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Her father stopped, fist in the air as Max flinched back wide eyed. "Whatever you say.." He murmured, walking back to the table as Max cleared his throat. "It uh... kind've was. I wasn't there to prevent it," The man murmured, getting a glare from her father. |
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Kylie shook her head. "I told you I wanted to go alone though," |
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He just nodded, still seeing it as his fault. |
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Kylie shook her head. He wasn't listening. She just curled further into her mothers arms. |
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Max leaned against the doorframe, chewing the inside of his cheek to give him something to do as his thoughts ate him alive. |
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Later that night, once everyone had gotten to know each other, Kylie and Max were set up in her childhood room, laying in the same bed, but not touching. |
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Max thought of what to say, glancing around. "Nice house, parents were less annoyed then i'd expected." He murmured, offering his hand for her to hold if she wanted to. |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
