Chapter 27

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Chapter 27

"Before I knew it I was in and out of Prison. My mother wouldn't talk to me, she'd come to my trials but she refused to speak or to even look at me. I missed my sisters own funeral... Only because they wouldn't let me out. It was like hell on earth. I only spent a few days in jail, but it felt like a whole year had passed."

"What were you accused of?" I asked in a low whisper, not wanting to sound nosy.

Mason paused and took a deep breath before he whispered back "Murder and assault. They accused me of murdering my own sister. I've never been more ashamed of anything in my life, even though I didn't do it."

I was at a loss of words, I didn't know how to reply or what to even say, so I was relieved when he continued talking.

"Anyways... My relationship with my parents were shattered after that accusation. When my father finally came back from a business trip to Japan, I looked him in the eyes for the first time in ten years. I told him I didn't do it..." Mason paused and looked out the Cafe window.

I hadn't realized that I had been holding my breath the whole time he had been talking, and I hadn't even felt the tears that had streamed down my cheek. "What did he say?" I asked in a low whisper.

"That he didn't believe me. But it looked bad for his business to have a daughter murdered and a son in jail. So he bailed me out then left me here with my uncle. Haven't talked to him since..."

"Your mother?" I asked.

"She's still here in New York. But she won't let me through her door, or even answer any of my calls." he whispered, staring down at his cup. "She's ashamed of me..."

My heart ached with guilt. Pure guilt. I've been so caught up in the smallest things, forgetting what matters most. "I'm so sorry Mason... I really am. " I whispered honestly, awaiting to see his face. Those beautiful blue eyes that he had been hiding the whole time he had been talking.

"For what?" he asked, still avoiding eye contact which, for some reason, made my heart ache even more.

"For making you bring all this up. It wasn't my business to ask, and to accuse." I spoke honestly. I was disgusted with myself for just sitting there; knowing nothing I said or did would take his pain away.

"Don't say that... If there was anyone on this earth that didn't accuse me... It was you." he assured, looking up at me for the first time since he'd started talking. He offered me a weak smile. "Please don't cry Lily," he whispered.

Embarrassed, I quickly wiped away my tears with my sleeve. "I-I wasn't crying." I objected, trying to keep myself together.

Mason stared at me amused. "You were so crying," he joked.

I frowned and looked away, "whatever..." I numbed.

"Do you want to know something else?" he asked, suddenly changing the subject.

"Yeah. Sure." I replied, squirming under his gaze.

"Do you remember the first day of school, when I asked you about the Spanish lesson?"

I flashed back to the memory and nodded at the sudden remembrance. "Sure. What about it?"

"Well that wasn't the first time we had seen each other."

I tried to recall if I had seen him before, but I couldn't remember. I would have clearly remember if I did; he was kind of hard to miss. "What do you mean?" I finally asked.

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