KYL'S POV

I sat on the large red couch pressed against my king-sized bed in my room, everything was ready now, the house and everything she would ever need to be safe and comfortable.

Now I am faced with the hard part, how do I take her there without the use of force, ofcourse I could never do that to her; she is my baby, my kryptonite.

I stared at the Picasso on my wall, I stared intently hoping I get some inspiration from it, then it hit me.

I picked up my phone and dialed ...