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 ( ... )
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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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