"How do you...feel?"

I look at Worth as he seemed off. His arms were folded to his chest and he was very standoffish. Except I know no one has said anything about...the confession because I've been with him this whole time.

"I'm just wondering what Micah will do...how he'll react. There was a plan enacted, and you...got between that. Not that I'm saying it's a problem at this point because he fucked his own self up now." Worth shook his head, grinning down at me now.

I look away now because there was no point in saying anything. That is kind of true...he fucked his own self because he was going to get in here eventually. When the right person came into Worth's life, he was instantly doomed.

"Yeah...he ran his damn mouth and did this to himself. I...couldn't stand it."

Worth looks at me, grinning still as he shrugs.

"Whatever at this point. I'm really not mad at you. He was...still doing bad shit anyway. I went in there so that he could start over, and he hadn't changed. That dude we saw at that gas station who rushed off, he was a part of the horrible crimes Micah did. The main crimes he's in for, that dude was involved in. Instantly when I saw him, it was obvious Micah lied. He wasn't changing himself at all. My three years...wasted." Worth's lips tighten together and I saw his hands balled up in irritation.

I caress his arm, and he doesn't react. Except he soon was when Chief Michael began to walk towards us.

He looked irritated, but didn't hold all that hatred towards him in his eyes. Probably since he was being released and all of that animosity was...fading.

"Worth...congratulations on your release. Your record is clear...if any violence you have enacted against any officers. Also, compensation will be put towards you in exchange for you...not saying anything about what has happened here. And...because I'm sorry..." He apologizes to Worth.

Worth's eyes were wide on him at that moment. I don't say anything because I wasn't...all that surprised. It was obvious that Chief Michael was in love with Worth. His way of going about it was absolutely shit though.

Besides, Worth would never love him anyway.

I'm not just saying that to be spiteful or cruel. It's just a fact because Worth always hated them. He came to hate those that falsely imprisoned him, and that's to be understandable. I don't understand how anyone could grow love from that.

It's evident he hates them. So...why fall in love with him?

"You want to say sorry now?" Worth just says plainly, shaking his head and Chief Michael nods. "Well...I don't forgive you."

That instantly made Chief Michael's face become red. It looked like more with embarrassment than anything else.

I was a little surprised too because I thought he'd give him at least that. The look of hatred for him was so strong and I could tell that made him want to cry.

"You're...you're no longer a prisoner; so..." He croaks, clearing his throat as he opens the door. Only to reach around and grab a book bag.

That seemed to startle Worth as Chief Michael set it before him. I could tell it was his high school bag and he didn't even seem to want to touch it. My eyes go onto...Michael, seeing him still looking like he wanted to cry.

If anyone should've been on the verge of tears, it should've been Worth. Except he didn't look he was anywhere close to crying.

"How dare you bring this before me?"

"They're your possessions-."

"I can't use these!" He shouts in his face now, pushing his book bag onto the ground. I saw him look frustrated only to look at me suddenly. "You understand, right?"

I nod, looking back at Michael as he grins awkwardly.

"You turned yourself in and-."

"I know what I've done, but..." He drifts, soon smiling as he shook his head. "I don't need to be here anymore right?"

I shake my head, and with that he was shoving past Michael. He didn't even grab his book bag and I go ahead and grab it. When I stood back up, I look over at Michael who was actually crying.

He cried silently and I just shook my head.

Somehow, even despite all his wicked shit, I kinda felt a little bad.

Going towards him, I stood before him as my hand rests on his shoulder. He looks up at me and I sigh.

"You went about this wrong...you knows." I tell him softly, and he looked surprised by the way I said that. "I'm not trying to come at you mockingly, but just some future advice. When you like someone...don't use their circumstances against them to have them for yourself. It'll never work like that."

I saw him look at me in shock, but he just nodded in the end. I look away from him a little as I wondered if there was anything else I had to say.

I did originally come to just talk shit to him and bring up how horrible of a person he was, but he's just as messed up as Worth. Just in a different...much different aspect.

"Did you get Micah already?" I end up asking, and he nods. "Okay...how did that end up?"

Before he can respond we both began to hear shouting. The both of us knew why as we rushed out together.

Heading on, we saw Micah in handcuffs before Worth. Shouting at him as Worth shouted right back, the fury on his face was more poignant.

"You fucked your own self, I didn't do shit!"

"There's no other fucking reason why I'm here you dumbass! You ran your mouth to Nate, I already know! He's the fuckin' reason why I'm in here now-!"

"No, the reason why you're in jail! Not me, you made your mistake! I tried protecting you and have wasted my life in here! I didn't even have any charges on me, and I did this for what?! All for you to run your damn mouth and still do the same shit you claimed you wouldn't do anymore? What the fuck is wrong with you!" Worth shouts back, Micah falling silent as he looked like he was at a loss for words.

He looked over at me and I glared at him, but this time he didn't seem to have anything to do back. I could tell reality was beginning to set in, but he brought himself back quickly.

"I...shouldn't be here-."

"I shouldn't have been here!" Worth interrupts harshly, shoving Micah into the officers behind him. "I should've never come here...I should've never fended for you! You're my older brother, you should've protected me! You used me just like everyone else and you lied to me! I went in...so that you can change and better yourself. Only for me to see you still are around the same people that caused you to do these crimes! Those three years were to shit! I...I..."

I saw so much boiling up, and I began to go towards him. I saw Micah glaring at him in wait to say whatever he'd say. Somehow, I felt like I should stop him from saying what we all knew he'd say, except I stopped going towards them.

"No one told you to stay." Micah tells him, and I became disgusted.

Worth's whole face twisted up into pure hatred and that seemed to take Micah by surprise.

"I fucking hate you," Worth sneers in his face, and those words alone were what I knew he'd say, "I hate that I was born, I hate our parents, I hate what they did to us, I hate that they abandoned us; but what I hate most is that they abandoned me with you. I hate you...so much."

I saw Worth's eyes watering as I knew he was so angry. Micah looked...for the first time, actually hurt. This was the first emotion I've seen from him that wasn't angry or just bitchy.

He looked pained to hear those words.

"I wish you were never my-!"

I cover Worth's mouth, and he looked at me in shock. I shook my head now, because I know he was just angry. Looking over at Micah, he had a stray tear going down his face. My eyes move back onto Worth when I began to feel something wet go down the back of my fingers.

Seeing his tears, I saw his hand grip my wrist. His eyes closing as he cried before all of us. Michael looked hurt to see him like that too even though he took part in it as well.

"Don't say anything more you'll regret later..." I murmur now, looking over at Micah now who had more tears falling. "You owe him an apology."

Micah seemed to show contempt to my words, but I think it was just because I was the one who said such a thing. I pull my hand from Worth's mouth as he cried still.

I could see he regretted all the time he spent in there and now...I really wish I just told him it was his fault. Yet, it's not really his fault at all.

He was manipulated so much, he was a kid still when he was put in here. Seventeen is not an adult yet...and even when you turn eighteen, you're still not really an adult.

All his years he could've spent really living the best life, were wasted for someone selfish, like Micah. Micah took advantage of the fact that Worth wanted someone to truly love him. To not use him and to possibly...give him what he couldn't give himself.

Yet, he abused that and used that. How could he do such a thing?

"Ma-." Micah stopped, looking as if to see if anyone caught on; but no one here knew Worth's name. I'm surprised he even cared. "Worth, I am-."

"No." Worth interrupts him, wiping his tears that wouldn't stop. "I don't want a fake ass apology from you. It'll only make me hate you more because you don't meant it."

Micah looked hurt again and now Worth was rushing past us. His shoulder hurting Micah hard, causing him to stagger some.

I saw Micah looking forward without having them set on anything. His eyes were glazed over and I wondered if he was putting up a front.

I don't even know...

Seems more than one person didn't know how to show their love properly.

Going after Worth, I find him at my car. Sitting on the ground as he cried into his hands, I just stood before him. I had nothing to say...there was nothing to say.

He originally didn't want to leave, whatsoever. This whole idea of it being Micah's fault seemed to have been the last straw. Then to see him before him was probably it too.

All Micah could do was blame him. Even though it was never his fault to begin with. It was always Micah's own fault. He just wanted to put it upon himself to make himself feel better.

Why else?

I go before him, wrapping my arms around him. Sitting on my legs as I let his head lay on my shoulder, I felt him hug me back. He was crying so much and I could feel...myself wanting to cry. How couldn't I?

I didn't like hearing him this way. It was like I was hearing that seventeen year old cry out to all the time he wasted. The realization and the regret was so profound.

His grip on me was tight and he held onto me like a...broken child. My heart broke for him the longer we sat here. Because his crying didn't subside.

I felt some tears leave my eyes because I wish I never had to move. Because if I hadn't I feel like he wouldn't have done such a thing for love...for acceptance.

"I'm sorry Worth." I apologized to him...I felt like I needed to. "For...everything. I wish I didn't have to move back then. I feel like things would've been different had I stayed."

Worth doesn't say anything, his crying seeming to calm. I peer down at him and saw his eyes set on me. I didn't know what to say at the moment, but his eyes soon closed.

"I remember when I first...saw you." He croaks, and I grin down at him. "Remember that day when it was probably the first month of high school for me, about to be at least. It was when we were about to go home since it was the end of the day. Micah didn't come on time for me and...yeah."

I nod because I remembered a little bit. I don't really since I tended to see lots of kids wait for their parents sometimes. He, himself, I don't remember in particular. I remember a little bit, but not too much.

"You don't remember do you?" He chuckles, and I shook my head. "I'll tell you. It was...the best feeling in the world. It was like the first time ever that I felt genuine liking towards someone. So it hurt when I realized not everyone can be easily swayed by looks and other parts. It's about what you both see in each other, and back then, I knew you saw me as just some little kid...up until you learned of my feelings I believe."

That was true.

I saw him like a little brother for some time. Since I didn't have singling, I embraced him as one. Completely missing the fact that maybe there was a reason why he was the way he was with me.

So shy, easily flustered over certain things I'd do, like touching him for instance. I could hug him casually or put my arm around his shoulder. He'd be all stiff and awkward like he didn't know what to do. We were the same height for some time when he was a freshman, so it was easy to do these things.

It should've been obvious, but I also didn't allow myself to see it because he was a guy. I didn't think a guy would have a crush on someone like me back then.

"I wish I knew sooner than later." I tell him, and he nods. "But, we're both here now. That's enough, right?"

Worth's lips tighten together, seeing him hide his face from me in my neck.

"I wish I didn't waste my life in there. I could've done what I really wanted to do."

"And what was that? Who says you can't do what you wanted?" I question him curiously.

"It was to look for you when I came out. I was going to search for you again and confess my feelings once again," He confesses to me, "But destiny brought us here, together. So I have nothing to go after because I have you."

"What about dreams?"

"You were and are my dreams." Worth says so easily, and that instantly had me blushing. "I wanted nothing more...I just wanted to find you and actually have you be mine this time. Without leaving and even if you needed to leave, I'd come with you. I'd go anywhere with you, as long as I'm with you."

My heart beat heavily to those words. I was touched, absolutely touched by his words.

Who wouldn't be?

"Well...I'm not staying here." I tell him now.

I saw him look up at me, and I nod.

"I was never staying here. Remember, used to be called NBI? I want to be an investigator...and this was just something to add to my résumé-."

"Then you were really were my destiny. That out of all the prison systems, you chose mine... The one I was condemned to...yet that I condemned myself to as well. You came to save me...you came to love me." Worth clung to me, and I really wasn't expecting this...cute side.

Now that he was out...was this what he was holding in? This soft, gentle...cute side?

"That's a nice way of putting it...yeah." I smile, pressing a kiss to his temple.

I then help him onto his feet, and when I look I wasn't surprised that it seemed to be the evening now. We were there for some time, and he cried...for some time.

It didn't matter to me though. As long as he's okay or at least a little better, I'm fine. I would've been fine being out here until midnight! Actually...no, I wouldn't.

We finally get into the car, and I set his old book bag behind my seat. Now I look back at him as he wiped his tears away a bit more.

I grin at him, smiling surely.

"We won't be here anymore so...I hope that raises your spirits just a bit." I murmur to him.

He just smiles, shrugging as he looks over his shoulder at the prison.

"That was just...where I was for three years. Seventeen to now twenty! I can't go out there yet, I know nothing-."

"You think I am just going to drop you off somewhere and tell you to call me when set?" I tease, but he soon nods and I snort. "No. I wanted you to live with me. I don't mind you staying at my home. Especially with that payout Michael should be giving you...you might be set for some time."

"I don't want to depend on just that, I have worth too." Worth mumbles.

"I know...I just thought you'd want some time to just... You know, do what you couldn't. I would be willing to let you stay at my home and I'll buy you things. I want you to experience what you should have experienced as a kid and teenager, you know?"

Worth looks away awkwardly, only to look back at me fast.

"So...does that make you my sugar daddy for the time being?"

"Oh my." I cough, not able to catch my breath as I can't believe he just said that. Except he seemed to get amusement out of that so... "I guess I am."

"Ooh...how sexy of you." He but his lip, and I could feel myself blush. "You blush much more than usual. It...suits you, yet doesn't."

"Thanks?" I look at him in confusion because what kind of compliment was that.

As long as he was just better...I mean, he'll never truly be 'better' per say. Just better in a sense that he can at least live his life somewhat normal.

...whatever his new normal is.

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