Kelly’s POV
I was sitting beside the pool, feet dipped underwater, when someone sat beside me. About a meter distance between us, Klay settled himself and put two cans of beer.
“Can I offer you a drink?” He asked, not looking at me, but on the pool water.
I looked straight and pressed my lips together, not saying anything. I don’t know what to say. Truly, I was wrong when I told him to die and accused him of drowning himself just to manipulate me. I was wrong. My anger took over me. I feel so bad that I became like that and I said that. He’s evil but I’m not. And because of frustration, I don’t know how to react to what's happening anymore.
“How do I start this…” he whispered under his breath, just enough for me to hear, as he chuckled without humor.
“I was born…in a dangerous environment. Me and my twin…”
