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Kylie's world collapsed in a single moment. Sophia and Riley walked away with a flash drive that contained all of her secrets, and James sat there and reprimanded her like [i]everything was fucking okay.[/i] [sup][i]NOTHING WAS OKAY.[/i][/sup] Wes and Jenny just sat there and stared with no intention to step in. And to wrap this all up into a neat clusterfuck, Jerry hovered nearby, expecting answers from her. What the fuck was she supposed to say? The truth? 

[i]No...

[indent]No...[/indent]
[indent][indent]No...[/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][indent]No...[/indent][/indent][/indent][/i]
Her head spun through a million scenarios at once, the look of a grieving widow strewn across her face. None of the outcomes resulted in any of this going away. Jerry couldn't help. Nobody could... Kylie was alone in this battle.

[center][i]All...
Alone.[/i][/center]

She [i]WISHED[/i] she was a prostitute right now. There was more dignity in that than loving your brother [i]too[/i] much. Her [i]cruel, deceitful[/i] brother... How could Riley have done this to her?! He went through [i]her[/i] computer?! [b]HE...[/b] betrayed her trust... The one person she would do anything for, the one person that made life worth any single scrap of breath raped her and left her to waste away. She was so fucking stupid to believe in him, to fantasize about him as a lover, as a husband, as her soul mate. But... That's all she ever was: 

[i]Dumb.[/i]
[center][i]Dumb.[/i][/center]
[right][i]Dumb.[/i][/right]

Kylie was a laughing stock, and she knew it. It was so crystal clear that she was the failure of the Reese family, so inept at life that her brothers couldn't even fathom the possibility of her being a prostitute. That's what Riley had gone to do, right? To disprove everything she had just said so they could come back and laugh in her face? They would find worse than that though... [i]Pictures.[/i] Of him. Of Sophia. Her hard work had been so meticulous too... Long nights waiting for them to fall asleep while she slept next to them or barging into the bathroom at the most convenient time. Those had been the easiest pictures to get anyway. Then there was the artwork and the letters to her future husband: the husband that would never be. 

[color=salmon]"How could you do this to me...?"[/color] she whispered to herself, azure eyes wide in distress. Reluctantly, her feet shuffled slowly over to the cop, hanging her head in disgrace. [color=salmon]"There's just contact numbers and dirty pictures of me and my..."[/color] Kylie's breathy voice began to explain before she spotted the pistol at Jerry's side. 

[center][i]What do I have to lose?[/i][/center]

The woman knew she'd face charges for it, or hell, maybe he'd even pull it on her and she'd die right here, right now. But did it really matter? Her family was about to learn everything, so what difference did it make if she were alive or dead? She didn't want to face them after they [i]knew[/i], so it was to a jail cell or a grave she went. With a heavy heart and a death wish, her hand snapped out to grab the gun, doubting she'd even be able to pull it out of his holster. 

[sub][@Themerlinhawk][@Saint Girralo][@The Muse][@lovely complex][/sub]