So there I lay. Alone and completely beside myself with anger and sadness in my bed that no longer felt like home. I wanted to do so many things. Yelling at my mother and blaming her. Call my father and tell him everything. Write Juline and Micah my feelings. But I couldn't do anything. Just staring at my ceiling while my little night light dimly lit the room. The tears had stopped after an hour of incessant flow, but I felt like I could cry forever. I raised my upper body and looked across at my white room door, which I never wanted to go through again. Then my eyes fell on my small chest of drawers to the right, behind which was my mother's bedroom, which brought only bad memories to me. The last thing I looked at on the left was my messy desk, behind which was the guest room, or Kiyan's room from now on. Thinking of him gave me goosebumps. On the one hand because I really couldn't assess him at all, as if a stranger were living with me. On the other hand, I found him extremely attractive, which I didn't want to do, so I got up, overwhelmed, sat down at my desk and started drawing the outlines of a building. Drawing always distracted me and was my favorite hobby. I used to want to be an architect, but my mother said it was a male profession, so I gave up on that dream. A mistake, because their opinion doesn't interest me anymore these days. I would have loved to have drawn the whole evening, but a knock on the door pulled me out of my distraction. "What?" I snapped, not even bothering to unlock the door. "Dinner is ready," I heard my mother say, as if nothing had happened before. How could she be so normal after the shit she pulled? "You can shove your food up your ass," I whispered, taking a deep breath, then put my pencil down and headed for the door. "I'm not hungry," I gave her as an answer and luckily I heard her footsteps, which went away again. I looked around my room in frustration and without thinking grabbed my black jacket, then went to the window and opened it quietly. If they thought I was going to sit down and have dinner with these lunatics, they were wrong. I quickly climbed out, crept through the narrow garden and gasped in shock when I saw someone coming towards me in the dark. "What are you doing out here?" Kiyan asked me, stopping in front of me with a cigarette in his hand and staring me up and down. "I'm going for a walk," I replied and wanted to pass him, but once again he blocked my way. "Can I join?" "No," I said like a gun, seeing his grin even here in the dark. "Why?" he then asked, throwing his cigarette on the ground and then stubbing it out while looking at me. "I just want my peace." "I won't say anything," he then said, and slowly this discussion became too much for me. I walked past him and then looked aimlessly down the street. I couldn't see Juline because of her parents. I didn't want to see Micah because of the kiss. where should i go "I thought you wanted to go for a walk?", I heard Kiyan behind me after a while and immediately rolled my eyes in annoyance. I turned to him hesitantly, looked at him closely and again saw that coldness he always radiated. "I don't have anyone anymore," I suddenly whispered without meaning to and immediately covered my mouth in shock to hold back my tears. He was staring at me with an expression that was new to me and before I knew what was happening he had my hand in his and was dragging me behind him to his father's car. "Get in," he instructed, holding the passenger door of the black Mercedes open for me while I hesitated looking at the front door, but I couldn't help myself, so I just did what he asked. As soon as I was seated, he slammed the door and got in the other side to sit in the driver's seat. I studied his face curiously, but he just stared ahead and started the engine, then drove off. As the radio played soft music through the car, he turned on the heater and didn't speak to me, which was fine with me. I wouldn't have known what to say anyway, so I tilted my head back and watched the houses go by. It felt really good just enjoying the stillness and knowing that someone was with me, even if that someone was completely unknown to me. At least he didn't make me feel lonely. "We're here," he explained and I looked over at him questioningly. I didn't know this area but it looked really nice and then watched him get out and come to my side to hold the door for me. "Where are we?" I asked him curiously and took a closer look around. The villas that stood here only gave me an idea of what bigwigs lived here. Someone like him hardly knew anyone here, so where was he headed? He didn't answer me and walked ahead of me at the end of the cul-de-sac down a small path that was surrounded by trees and looked really spooky. Ten horses wouldn't have gotten me here alone, but something inside me allowed me to feel safe at his side. Then, when we got past the trees in front of a large square, I saw through the moonlight that it was a playground. I looked questioningly at Kiyan again, who suddenly seemed frozen. "I grew up here," he whispered, looking over at me before grabbing my hand.