The car journey felt never-ending, golden hues staring out the window as the different scenery went by. She hadn't spoke for most of the drive, staying quiet and letting her thoughts run her mind. Ever since witnessing her mothers death she had kept to herself, isolating herself from everything and everyone. She hadn't shed a single tear, but that was bound to change soon, she couldn't stay strong for long. She was in shock, and soon it would finally hit her and she'd break like the fragile little girl she was, it was only a matter of time.
Finding your mother bleeding to death on the kitchen floor does that to you. Seeing somebody you thought cared about you-- somebody that's meant to be there for you and never let you down, doing exactly that. She was angry at her for leaving. She'd learnt the hard way that you couldn't trust anybody in life, not really -- they'll always let you down in the end. It makes you feel naive, vulnerable. But then there was Kyle, her brother, the one person in the world she knew would never let her down, at least that's what she hoped.
Slowly, she turned her gaze to look at the man next to her, tired eyes taking in her brothers appearance. "How long now?" she asked, her tone nonchalant.
She knew more than anything that Kyle was probably more angry than her about moving to their fathers. After all, the guy hadn't bothered to get to know them for all these years, and then suddenly their mother commits suicide and he wants to be apart of their life? Bullshit. He was only interested in finding out if their mother had left any money behind for them. He didn't care about them, he never had. She was willing to give him a chance, though. But the main question was, was her brother willing to do the same?