<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn2.holytaco.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/emily_blunt_hot_girl_strip.jpg)</div><strong>Kelly with Wyatt in the Club carpark:</strong><br/><br/>Kelly took a deep breath, she didn't let her guard down often and yet time and again she almost did around Wyatt, as if he were the knight on that shining stead come to rescue her from all the crap. Day in day out, she put up a front to show she was coping; that she was strong and could handle the businesses and the crap that had happened to her family. Come night time she would lie awake in her bed, hoping for the will to get up the next morning, wishing that she could drag a new bout of strength from somewhere to get through another day. Somehow around Wyatt she always felt as if she didn't have to pretend, didn't have to be the 'strong' person because he was that in spades.<br/><br/>He spoke about the commissary account and she nodded her head in understanding, he had been decent enough to explain all of that to her not long after Michael had gone inside. Wyatt moved closer and laid a hand on her shoulder. She watched the movement closely, seeing him come nearer and telling herself that it was fine, this was Wyatt and he would never hurt her. She knew the hand on her shoulder was meant to be comforting but it felt like a weight pushing her down, taking control, taking her. Stifled she inhaled deeply and nodding her head hastily stepped away from him.<br/><br/><strong>"If you so say..."</strong>she stopped and looked at him curiously,<strong>"Segblock?"</strong><br/>She closed her eyes and stood still, her fingers moving to the bridge of her nose as if to still the headache that threatened. The last time he had been sent to Segblock he had attacked two rapists, one would never have the balls to rape again. Kelly knew why her brother was on this vendetta, he couldn't protect her out here on the outside so he was getting every one of those bastards before the justice system let them walk free.<br/><br/><strong>"Shit Mike!"</strong>she whispered beneath her breath, she loved him for it of course and felt saver because of it but also in her mind was the horrifying thought that one of those would get parole and would hunt Michael's family down and pay him back by messing them up instead.<br/><br/><strong>"Can you find out how long more he's got inside Segblock Wyatt?"</strong>she gazed up at him; if trust had a face, it was staring right at Wyatt Murphy with those baby blues.