Kiara nodded. “I won’t...so give me freedom...take these invisible shackles off my hand. I want to go outside without having to worry that you’ll get mad. That’s all I’m asking for, I won’t run away...I promise.”

Zique shook his head. “That’s asking for too much...”

“Really? T-Too much?” Kiara shoved away from him, and instead of her face, he was now facing her back. “I wish...I wish I’d hate you.”

“Kiara...” Kiara didn’t answer, if she did he'd hear the break in her voice. “You can always tell me where you want to go... I’ll take you.”

“A-And what if you’re not here? Should I ask Damion? Should I ask Gabe?”

“Kiara you...”

“You know...” Kiara started, wiping her teary eyes. “As a child, I’ve always wanted to grow up...to be able to do the things that father told me I couldn’t. But even when I was five I was able to push my boundaries, but with you...I can’t...and I hate it...”

Zique sighed, shuffling closer to her. “What’s wrong with you now...? We were doing okay, it was working...”