"Kira?" Lukas questions as I stand at his doorstep at almost 6:00 p.m.
"I need to talk to Jesse," I whisper out and his eyes heave a bit and a look of distress crosses his face.
"Uh, he's at practice but it should end in about," he glances at his watch, "Ten minutes so he should be here in 20, do you want to wait?" I swallow and rethink this through for the thousanth time. I slowly nod my head knowing that if I go back now there's no way I'll come back.

"Alright well you can come in," Lukas invites me into the monsterous house and leads me to a very large and modern kitchen.
"You want something to eat?" he asks lightly and I just shake my head no. Lukas then offers me a glass of water which I gladly take and we both sit down in a somewhat awkward silence.

"So I'm assuming Jesse told you why we were at the physciatrist office?" Lukas asks as the air around us grows thick.
"Yeah he did, and I'm here to tell him why I was there," I shake my head slightly as I think of ways to explain it all, I've only ever explained the Incident to one person and I ended up bursting into tears at the very start I don't even know what Jesse will think by the time I'm done.

"What was he like?" I ask after a moment and Lukas's head lifts and a small sad smile pulls at the corner's of his lips.
"What was Jasper like?" he asks and I nod slowly before Lukas takes in a deep breathe and looks at the ceiling.
"Well if I'm honest with myself he was exactly like me in almost every way, I mean we were at one point in time the same person due to us being identical twins and stuff," he laughs and bit and so do I.
"I even remember once he thought he was gay and I said that it was impossible because if he was gay then I would be too and I loved women way to much for that to be possible," he chuckles a bit.

"He sounds like an amazing person," I speak and Lukas's eyes dim a bit.
"Yes he was an amazing person in everyway," he whispers a bit lost in his own thought, "You know it's been five years and I still can't get my mind off of what I could've done to stop it from happening, if only I would've said no to the trip then he would've pulled out too."
"We all look back and regret things, who knew the smallest word could end someone's life," I breathe out and soon I can feel Lukas's eyes on me.

"You have dark story too don't you?" Lukas asks and I nod slowly.
"It is darker than most," I breathe, "I'm responsible for one of my family member's death and one of my best friends." Lukas is silent for a moment as I sit in shock that I actually just told him the truth, the very truth I've been hiding for so long but I don't regret saying it for a second.

"You're a good kid Kira, and I know that you'd never intentianally hurt anyone," Lukas speaks and my eyes meet his for a second. They're the exact same eyes as Jesse but Lukas's holds darker secrets and a dimmer color.
"There was one thing that made Jasper distinctly different from everyone else, even me," Lukas continues his discription of his brother, "Jasper wanted to help people, he wanted to help people so bad that that's what killed him."
"How come everyone who wants to help ends up dead? What does that say about our world?" I ask Lukas whose eyes hold a heavy burden as they look into my own.
"It tells us there are so many people out there who will die for what they believe in," Lukas nods and I let out a breath.

"You know Jesse isn't a bad guy," Lukas sighs after a long moment.
"Yeah well he is pretty invasive," I mutter under my breath remembering all the times he tried so hard to find out the truth about me.
"He's not invasive he's just," Lukas pauses for a moment before choosing his next words carefully, "He's perceptive, he notices things other don't and he likes to know everything."
"Hence being invasive," I comment.
"Listen, back in Freshmen year there was a kid being beat by his dad," Lukas starts off catching my attention immediately, "No one knew about it and the kid never uttered a word to anyone. Well Jesse would catch glimpses of him in the locker room, he'd question why he would always change in the bathroom. Heck Jesse even tested him by jerking towards him and seeing if he'd flinch, and sure enough he would. So after a supposed 'anonymous' tip to the police that the kid was being abused by the dad, the police found enough evidence and Jesse saved the kid."

I stare down at my feet as he tells me the story. I could see Jesse doing that, but the question is, did he really do it cause he cared for the kid, or cause he was looking for a good mystery.
"And then sophomore year there was a suicidal girl, he saved her too before she almost took her own life, he didn't tell anyone about it, word finally got out this year once she told a few of her friends what happened," Lukas explains softly. That should answer my question, that should prove that he's here to help, but something deep down just won't let me tell him, fear? Cowardice? Or maybe I'm just scared of the way he'll look at me. He won't look at me for me, but rather a pathetic little girl who needs saving.

The sound of a door opening causes both of our heads to snap upwards and my eyes meet the clock as it reads, 6:15. I never even realized how long we'd been talking until Jesse came into the kitchen, his shirt clinging to his chest from what I'm assuming to be his shower after practice and wet hair messily sitting on top of his head.
"Kira," he states as he suddenly appears to be in a haze.
"Uh yeah, can I talk to you?" I ask lightly and the chair beneath Lukas squeaks as he stands and leaves the room.

"Let's go into my room we'll probably have more privacy there," Jesse states quietly and I feel thick tension grow between us.
"What have I told you Wolf about your sexual innuendos?" I remark slyly and soon the tension between us is destroyed as quickly as it came as a small smile graces his lips and he leads me to his room.

We both take a quick seat next to each other on his bed and stare up at the white ceiling. Jesse's room is plainer than I'd thought it'd be, I was expecting posters of half naked women and clothes scattered across the floor but instead it's got a single poster of Messi and a sloppy signature on it on his gray walls and a perfectly made bed.
"So you wanted to talk?" he asks turning to me.
"Yeah I think I should tell you... about the Incident," I begin quietly and soon he's quiet as well.

"I'm hear to listen," is all he says before I take a deep breathe ready to begin.
"After the Accident my family walked away from my father, a simple divorce and a mental hospital. But after the Incident, we ran, we went under witness protection program and received fake names fake ID's, we even had to change our appearances. Well my mother fell in love again after the Accident with a man by the name of George Brand, he was the man in the picture you found. I was 10 when they got married and 11 when he legally adopted my brother and I, we loved him like the father we never had and he loved us like his own children. He was so kind, so fatherly and loving to us," I feel my throat swell up as tears begin to stream down my face, here it comes another meltdown.
"Well we received news that my father had been released and was healed, he wanted another chance with my mother he wanted to be our father again. I was thirteen at the time and George had been my dad for 2 years and was there for me more in that short time than my real father had ever been for me."

"After a couple of arguments with my mother my father had sworn that he would get us back, whether it was the stress or if he'd just stopped taking his medication, I don't really know but my father had become schizophrenic again, well mental I should say, and began to believe my mother and step father were going to kill my brother and I. So like any father would do he went after them. One night after I got into an argument with my mother about," I begin to choke out a sob, "I don't even know something stupid, I ran to my local dance studio, a place that I'd spend most my time and my step father went after me. I didn't..." I sob, "I didn't know my father was tracking us," I sob again and feel Jesse's arms wrap around me and soon bring me to his chest as he begins to mutter soothing words to me.

"It's my fault Jesse, it's my fault he's dead," I whimper into his chest and he only holds me tighter in his arms creating some sort of safe haven for me.
"It's not your fault Kira don't worry it's not your fault you didn't know," he strokes the back of me gently as I shake in his arms.
"But that's not the end of it," I hold my hands to my face as Jesse hoists me up in his lap.
"I told, someone, when I lived in Colorado one of the places they put us, her name was Riley and she was my best friend at the time. I was 14 and it had been a year since it all happened and despite my family's warnings I told her anyway. And her being the overprotective friend she was, she went to her father, the chief of police and told him everything. They put out posters with his face on it saying WANTED and it drew him there, it drew him to the city so they had us move again. A week later after we moved I found out my father had found her, tied her to a train track like in some horror movie and she was run over," I sob as more ugly tears stream down my face leaving me a sobbing mess as my hair becomes tangled beneath my hands and my face deformed by the sobs.

Jesse only pulls me back into his chest and I resort to screaming into him as the reality of death comes onto me and the fear I feel. After at least an hour of sobbing, crying, and screaming I finally calm down all dried up of tears. I pull away from his chest as my face begins to feel puffy and red blurs my vision but I still meet Jesse's gaze.
"Jesse, my name is Kira Brand, I was originally from Dallas, Texas, I've lived in 5 different cities, went under five different last names, and am responsible for the deaths of George Brand and Riley Butchers."