Chapter 59: Saved Again!
No matter how many times Kylian had desperately wanted to erase the memories of last night from his mind, Marita’s answer riled up his frustration once again. His mind was in a dazed state from his first heat, remembering the blurred steamy moments that happened between him and Zenith, but he didn’t recall a single thing after he had passed out from exhaustion on his bed.
But even though he was unconscious, hearing that Zenith had spoken to his mother without his permission, not only that, he went as far as lying to her about his transition made Kylian furious. He gritted his jaws angrily while scowling over the call, "That darn bastard...what else did he tell you, Mom—"
"Kyle, I don’t remember raising you as an inconsiderate child." But Martha’s voice sounded a bit solemn from hearing his angry growl as if she was not very pleased by his reaction. "Why are you cussing at that boy who has helped you? It is the first time you are living in such a big city alone, of course, I was concerned when you weren’t answering my calls last night. I was almost about to call the administrative office but your friend thoughtfully picked it up to give me a heads up about you."
"H-He’s not my friend, Mom!" However, deliberately opposing her words, Kylian exhaled a big sigh while clenching his jaws, "Y-You shouldn’t assume everyone is a nice person, Mom, just because they seem that way from the outside. He’s a crazy punk...and also a bu..."
Kylian’s words trailed off before he could pronounce the whole word, labeling Zenith as a bully. But he was certain the second Marita would hear about it, she might go crazy from worrying about him, which might impact her own frail health too.
"And also what? Why would you pause, Kyle?"
As expected, Marita caught on his silence and when she urged again, Kylian narrowed his gaze towards the drifting blue waves and suppressed his words not to make her worry too much, "I meant to say, he’s not a nice person at all. And it annoyed me to think why would he answer my phone, without my permission!"
"Kyle," Marita took a big sigh off and softly smiled, while she conveyed in a very gentle voice, "Even if he’s really not a good guy, but still, he brought you to his room to let you some rest when you were exhausted. I have seen far worse people in my life who don’t bother to bat an eye at someone even if they’re dying...so in comparison to such people, that boy seemed like a good person to me, Kyle."
"But Mom—"