Rolling with the punches

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Once we managed to get Harley and Terri ready to go, we walked out the door; Terri ran up and held my hand and Harley was in Mira's arms.

I quickly sent Dana a text telling her that I had a change of plans and would see her at the house later, since she was staying with us while our parents were gone.

We all followed as Kyler led the way across the street. He approached an old looking beat up car and pulled out the keys, unlocking the driver's side before unlocking the rest as well.

Mira opened one of the back doors to reveal a car seat and a booster seat. Terri let go of my hand and ran into the car, making her way over to the booster seat before sitting down and looking at Kyler expectantly. He chuckled and opened the other door, quickly buckling her up and closing it again.

I looked back at Mira to see that she had Harley strapped in, she glanced at me. "You can have the front Stella." she told me.

"Are you sure? Cause I have no problem sitting in the back," I said. She shook her head and hopped in, squeezing between the two children. I sighed and hopped in the front. Kyler started the car and I put on my seatbelt. He was about to start driving but I stopped him.

"Put your belt on," I ordered. He gave me a look. I raised an eyebrow. "Do you know how many people die because they weren't smart enough to simply put their seatbelt on?" I continued. He rolled his eyes but put it on anyway. I leaned back with a smug smile.

He started driving and I looked around the car. "Does the radio work?" I questioned curiously. He nodded. I mentally cheered and turned it on, quickly tuning it to my favourite station.

I heard Kyler laugh but when I looked at him all signs of emotion were gone from his face.

"What's so funny?" I demanded.

"You like country music?" he asked. I nodded my head.

"What's so wrong with that?" I insisted.

"Nothing you just don't seem like a country music kind of girl, I wouldn't have guessed it," he explained.

"Fair enough, but I like a lot of music, country is just my favourite," I said. "Turn right up here," I instructed, he did as I said. A new song came on and I squealed. "I LOVE THIS SONG!" I exclaimed loudly.

Kyler jumped at my outburst and I heard Mira laugh. I smiled and tapped my hand to the beat of the song.

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Let's say were sorry, before it's too late, give forgiveness a chance 

Turn the anger into water; let it slip through our hands 

We all bleed red, we all taste rain, all fall down, lose our way,  

We all say words we regret, we all cry tears, we all bleed red 

If we're fighting, we're both losing; we're just wasting our time 

Because my scars, they are your scars and your world is mine 

you and I, we all bleed red, we all taste rain, all fall down, lose our way 

We all say words, we regret, we all cry tears, we all bleed red 

Sometimes we're strong, sometimes we're weak, sometimes we're hurt and it cuts deep 

We live this life, breath to breath, we're all the same; we all bleed red 

Let's say we're sorry... 

Before it's too late... 

We all bleed red, all taste rain, all fall down, lose our way,