I don't know who you are but I'm with you
It was so weird. How everything you've ever known, everything that's made up who you are for almost as long as you can remember, how it all can just get stripped away so quickly. I used to know who I was and what I needed to do to survive. Little pieces of it kept chipping away though. First when Helena died and then when my foster parents did and
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"What the hell was I thinking? What the hell were you thinking?" I hissed out at her angrily. "This weird thing, Kennedy. I get a call tonight from my boyfriend because he had something important to tell me. Turns out what he had to tell me was that you had my sister holed up in your apartment." I was so angry I was glad that my hands weren't anywhere near the kitchen knives. I hadn't been this angry in a really long time.
"So yeah I left. I went to the airport just to make sure. I didn't want to go because either one of two things was happening. Either my boyfriend was lying to me, or my teacher was. Sucks either way. Because I trusted you both." I shrugged. "At least I can still trust him."
I knew that Kennedy had a serious mouth on her and when she opened it up I cut her off real fast. "Shut up." I warned her. "I've listened to you talk. I've done nothing but listen to you talk and now it's my turn. You were my teacher, and I was supposed to trust you. Good job. Consider the lesson learned."
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Oh. Helena.
Guess the big secret isn't so secret anymore. I mean, okay, I knew Molly knew, we'd already had words over it. But how the fuck did her boyfriend know? Oh...right. I think Molly did mention him being at my place during the blizzard too. Great.
When she finally stopped going off, I started to say something back. What? I have no clue. I was pissed she punched me, pissed that Ryan ran his mouth, pissed that she wouldn't shut the fuck up and give me a chance to explain. And I was also feeling kinda guilty about all of it too I guess.
"That wasn't the lesson I was trying to teach you." I finally said, letting my hand fall away from my face. It was still throbbing and I had no doubt it would bruise. Thanks Lucy. At least I taught her something right? "Look, I wasn't trying to..." I took a breath. "You're pissed, I get that. Kinda hard to miss with the right hook and all." I smirked, which only got me a meaner look from her. "I was just trying to help. You might not get it, but that's all I was trying to do. So if hitting me makes you feel better? Then here.." I held my arms out. "Take your best shot. Again."
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"I'm not gonna hit you again, Kennedy." I said to her calmly, at least a lot more calmly than I had a moment ago. "I'd heard that you were like the Queen of the Slayers when I moved out here, that you were the one to look for, to learn from. It never occurred to me that I've been a slayer just as long as you have been. You might be a couple years older than me but you are so far behind me."
I stared a hard line into her for a minute. "I came here to learn but I've already learned everything I can from you. I'm done with you."
With that I picked the sandwiches up from the table and headed back up the stairs.
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