"Deniz, do you know what you've done? Enea could go to jail because of you."

"As he should." He said.

We were playing cat and mouse in the night. I had hunted Deniz down for the stunt he pulled at the emergency room two days ago, we were arguing down the street to his house for his parents not to hear us. God knows what they already thought of me.

"Yesterday the police raided the boathouse and found the drugs Ellie, they had all right to arrest him."

"Yes, because you set him up! You told your dad about what we found in the fridge."

"It was the right thing to do." He insisted, a cynical look upon his lit up face. The street lights shed yellow light upon us, flies circling above our heads. Deniz had acted illvillingly when he told on Enea and we both knew it.

I shook my head. "This could ruin Enea's career, let alone his life." Enea wasn't feeling the drugs for some silly profit, he was selling it to fund his surfing career, his dream. How could someone as privileged as Deniz Öncu possibly understand?

"He should have thought about that before selling drugs."

"Deniz!" I shouted. "This is all your fault, how could you?"

"He has you under some delusional spell Ellie. Can't you see how he has put you and your brother in danger all this time. Who knows what kind of criminals he's had come around that surf shop."

"Don't..." I said, raising my hand. "Don't bring Kai into this." It was too soon, sure he was out of hospital heading for a full recovery, but the fact that I could have lost him that day at the cliffs weighed heavily on my conscience."

"I'm sorry." Deniz mumbled. Silence fell. "How is he doing?"

I wiped the tear escaping my eye. "He's fine."

"Deniz reached out to touch my arm, which I quickly yanked away.

"Don't think I'll ever forgive you for this." I spat on the ground near his feet. "Ever."

"Ellie please!" He shouted after me, too bad I was already making my way down the street.

Once at home, my parents didn't bother asking me where I've been and with whom, despite the late hours. They had a hard time looking me in the eye after what was said in the emergency room. I was as if their innocent daughter was now some stranger living under their roof. However It didn't matter. I made my way upstairs and into Kai's bedroom. All that mattered was that he was okay. He was still awake when I went to join him under the covers, it's where I've decided to sleep now, by his side, never letting him out of my sight again.

"Is Enea a bad person?" He whispered after some time of laying in silence. He had his back turned to me, my body cradling him like a spoon.

"Why would you say that?" I said, shrugging him slightly.

"Dad said only bad people go to jail."

A lump grew in my throat. I had no answer, other than that I wished for Deniz to have stayed in Greece, perhaps never having returned home again.

That night around midnight a stone would be thrown into the kitchen window of Deniz house. Wrongfully assuming that it had been I who did it, he would beg his parents not to press charges. Little did he know that it was the beginning of something bad, something really bad. For I hadn't been the only one out there yearingin for Enea's freedom, wishing that lightning struck whoever had taken it away from him.