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I was so pissed off after reading Dominique's post that I grabbed my jacket and stormed out of the hotel before Dad could stop me. He probably was afraid I was going to go after Dom again, but how the fuck could I? She had basically guaranteed that if I did anything against her she would come after Kennedy again. The way she talked in her post, she had already did a number on Kennedy, and that made me want to scream.
So, we were cocky and tried to act like we hadn't been beat down good and proper, but deep down I knew we had been. The mere thought of Dominique coming after Kennedy again after she had already been hurt by her? Yeah that was hard to swallow. It was my fucking fault for involving Kennedy to begin with. I'd dragged her with me because I knew she was like Faith and me; she'd keep swinging until she was out for the count, but I never intended for her to be knocked out. I damn sure didn't intend for her to be targeted again.
That psychotic bitch from hell was going to pay for this. Maybe I couldn't come after her right now, but we would figure out how to bring her and her psychotic brothers down too. There had to be a way to stabilize them. I refused to believe this was as good as it gets. Maybe they had Harry by the balls and he thought playing nice for them was the way to go, but I couldn't agree to that.
Except I kind of was because I knew as long as she used Kennedy as her target for anything I chose to do against her, then I wouldn't risk taking another shot at her. How long before she decided to fuck with my dad again? My mother was already living in the fucking building. What if they went after Cordelia instead? I didn't want to take a chance with any of them. I needed to see Kennedy and make sure she was okay. There had to be something I could do for her.
The drive from the hotel to her place was made in record time. I wasn't sure, but I thought I might have saw Faith on my way. Pulling up to the driveway, I parked, and took a deep breath to prepare myself for what she may look like. What the fuck did Dominique do to her? I hated that bitch so much. Getting out of the car, I practically ran to the door and knocked, hoping Kennedy would be hope and awake.
[Kennedy]
So, we were cocky and tried to act like we hadn't been beat down good and proper, but deep down I knew we had been. The mere thought of Dominique coming after Kennedy again after she had already been hurt by her? Yeah that was hard to swallow. It was my fucking fault for involving Kennedy to begin with. I'd dragged her with me because I knew she was like Faith and me; she'd keep swinging until she was out for the count, but I never intended for her to be knocked out. I damn sure didn't intend for her to be targeted again.
That psychotic bitch from hell was going to pay for this. Maybe I couldn't come after her right now, but we would figure out how to bring her and her psychotic brothers down too. There had to be a way to stabilize them. I refused to believe this was as good as it gets. Maybe they had Harry by the balls and he thought playing nice for them was the way to go, but I couldn't agree to that.
Except I kind of was because I knew as long as she used Kennedy as her target for anything I chose to do against her, then I wouldn't risk taking another shot at her. How long before she decided to fuck with my dad again? My mother was already living in the fucking building. What if they went after Cordelia instead? I didn't want to take a chance with any of them. I needed to see Kennedy and make sure she was okay. There had to be something I could do for her.
The drive from the hotel to her place was made in record time. I wasn't sure, but I thought I might have saw Faith on my way. Pulling up to the driveway, I parked, and took a deep breath to prepare myself for what she may look like. What the fuck did Dominique do to her? I hated that bitch so much. Getting out of the car, I practically ran to the door and knocked, hoping Kennedy would be hope and awake.
[Kennedy]