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Alva stood in front of the fridge later that evening and took a pack of beer. She had read through the note that Jackson left for Jaxon and knew that he was remorseful but why had he acted like a jerk that night? He had just been smug acting like he didn't care but she knew it was the alcohol.

He hadn't sounded like that when he told her that he wanted to apologize.

She took the pack of beer and went upstairs entering Jaxon's room. She had followed him back home hoping that she couldn't help him with the trauma but she didn't know if he would let her.

He hadn't said a word since she dragged him out of there and she wondered if he would say anything.

She passed him a beer and sat beside him drinking a beer herself, "You know you can let it outright, you don't need to bottle your feelings up..."

He sniffed and she noticed he was melancholic, "Jaxon?"

"He had killed my parents... I spent the past years trying to get past the fact that someone had tried to kill us, actually succeeded in k