Rikki's point of view
"Zane," I said as I walked into the small room that was called the office. "Can we talk?" I asked. He looked up and stared at me. I could tell that he was shocked, seeing how last time he saw me I screamed that I hated him and was moving to France with my mom. And that was around four years ago. Since I had left I went to France with my mother for some modeling and then went back to my hometown in America to visit some graves and friends that are still alive. All at the same time I went back to Stanford for college.
All the while ignoring ever call, text, or even e-mail that anyone from Australia sent me. After I was told that my ex-boyfriend, Kyle, was killed and it was safe for me to go back home I was as happy as a clam that isn't being eaten that is. The hardest part was meeting my real mother for the first time though. All this time I thought that my mother was Brianna a deaf woman who my father had been married to at the time of their deaths. But I should have known that I couldn't have two deaf parents and not be deaf myself. It still hurt to go back but I did it. I had to see their graves; it was my fault that Stacy, Ella, Tommy, and Asher are dead. Kyle my boyfriend and best friend was the one who killed them. And he would have killed me too if it wasn't for my adoption dad setting the house on fire. And he had a permit to do it, too. He was a federal agent. Adopted me when he was looking into my parents murder when I was five. I had to watch it and it haunted me ever since.
He knew that I would die in the orphanage, the people who had killed my parents would kill me soon after. And he was right.
I felt a sudden urge of guilt as I stared at Zane. I mean I had left him, I had dumped him, I had gotten him in trouble with his dad and all so the he could be with me. And now he probably has a great girlfriend that his dad doesn't hate and I'm just gonna ruin everything. With that finally thought I turned to leave the same room when I felt his warm hand on my arm.
"Don't go, Rikki. Please." He said. I turned around and met his eyes. I felt guilt wash over me again as I remembered the look in his eyes the day that I left him.
"I'm sorry." I said, "I'm so sorry, Zane." I said and to my surprise he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest.
"You have nothing to be sorry about, Rikki." He said. I ripped away from him, immediately missing it.
"Nothing to be sorry about?" I screamed.
He put his hands up in self-defense. "Yes, Rikki. You had every right to get mad and leave, really you did." I looked at him, tears pricking my eyes a threating to spill out.
"So," I sniffed, "you don't hate me?" I asked. And truthfully I think I liked his way of answering it better than I would have liked it in words.
He pressed his soft lips to mine.