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Kittrina Del

"A horse is poetry in motion."

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a character in “All Or Nothing”, as played by desire99600

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❝The purpose of art is to wash the dust of daily life from our souls.❞ - Pablo Picaso



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❝The Basics❞


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| Full Name |
"Hey, we don't pick our names." Kittrina Aliss Del [ Kih-tree-nuh | Uh-lyss | Del ]

| Nickname |
"I don't care, call me what you want." Kittrina has many nicknames, because her name can be shortened a lot of different ways. The most popular are Kitty or Kat, but others call her Kit, Trina, or even Katie or Kate. He calls her his Kitten, something that really gets on her nerves sometimes, but she has to admit she secretly likes it and never let's anyone else call her that unless she's looking to make him jealous. She doesn't mind what you call her though, as long as it's not rude or stupid, and she actually really likes pet names like baby or babe, even though she'll pretend they piss her off. Her baby sister used to call her Kita, so this is the only name no one else may ever use. Ever. She refuses to let anyone use the name, and, if they do, she'll easily punch the person hard enough to knock out a tooth. If someone makes the mistake of using this name on their first time meeting her, she let's it slide, seeing as they were unaware, but if they continue to do this, she gets angry quickly.

| Age |
"Too young to do anything fun. Legally, anyway." Seventeen years-old.

| Gender |
"Asshole." Female, obviously.

| Role |
"Trapped on this stupid ranch." Girl 2



❝The Disguise❞


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| Eye color |
"Everyone says they're amazing. I don't really care." Kitty's eyes are a bright, stunning shade of aqua. They stand out sharply against her tanned skin and caramel hair. They tend to capture people, and she gets a lot of comments on them so she typically wears shades to hide them. Another reason for her shades is, if you know anything about Kitty, you'll know that the best way to find out what she's truly feeling or thinking is by looking into her eyes. They're a dead giveaway, and as easy to read as a book, so she hides them.

| Hair Color |
"Don't feel bad, it confuses a lot of people." Kitty's hair is hard to place. It's directly between blond and brown. In some lights, you can see her highlights and it looks like blonde with streaks of darker color in it, but in other lights it looks like the lightest of browns possible. It mostly depends on the light, but also the season, as the summer sun tends to bleach her hair and make it much lighter than usual, and in the winter, the lack of constant sunshine makes the highlights fade and makes it seem darker. Kitty's hair is very long as she's never cut it, and she loves it. It hangs all the way down to her hips in soft slight waves. When she straightens it, it's even longer. Sometimes, she likes to add bright colors to her hair and currently, has a few streaks of hot pink mixed in.

| Skin Tone |
"I'm always out in the sun." Kit's skin tone is lightly tanned, almost the same shade of her hair in the winter. Her skin is naturally like this, so she remains tanned all year round, even in the dead of winter. In summer, she tans easily and can get quite dark. She always has tan lines in the summer, seeing as she spends almost all of her time outside.

| Height & Weight |
"I may be small, but I pack a punch." Kitty is rather petite, standing at a height of only 5'4" and weighing only 103 lbs. She may be small, but don't underestimate her. She's a little spitfire and can pack a huge punch.

| Distinct Markings |
"Most of my scars are internal." Kittrina has a love for tattoos as well as various scars and piercings. She's an artistic person, and as such, she thoroughly believes in decorating her body, but only if they hold meaning.
Piercings
First, she has her belly button pierced. On her right ear she has a triple helix with it also pierced all the way up. Her left ear has one lobe piercing, a single helix, and five cartilage piercings. She also has her her left collarbone pierced.
Scars
When it comes to scars, she has a few noticeable ones, and some that are not as noticeable. First of all, from working on the ranch and riding all the time, her hands are slightly scared. Not ugly, noticeable scars, but thin white lines. She also has a small burn scar on each of her palms. She has three scars that are somehwhat noticeable, which she always does her best to hide. One is small, and on her right temple. She hides it with her hair, but if you were to move her hair, it could easily be seen. This she got from her birth father. Another of her scars is somewhat large and runs up her left thigh. Not all the way, but big enough to be seen. This she got from Jay J. They had a huge fight, and her shoved her, causing her to crash into a glass coffee table, shattering it, and lodging a large shard in her thigh. That night he rushed her to the hospital and stayed there with her the entire night apologizing over and over again. She lost a lot of blood and had to get quite a few stitches. She knows he didn't intend to hurt her, but when they argue she likes throwing it in his face. Her third scar is a burn scar behind her right ear. Other than this, she has various small scars, but nothing horrible or noticeable.
Tattoos
When it comes to tattoos, she has quite a few. Her first sits between her shoulder blades and reads: I am the hero of this story. I don't need to be saved. Just under this, in the same print is a small date. The date her family died. No one knows what this means besides her. Her second tattoo is actually a double tattoo and they sit on the insides of her wrists reading, on the left: Soul of a Lion. Because lions are strong and fearless, on the right wrist it reads: Heart of a panther because panthers are mysterious ad aloof. Her third tattoo is a paintbrush on the side of her middle finger. Her third tattoo is a quote that sits on her left ribs in a curled font, reading: "This world is the canvas to our imagination." Her fourth tattoo is another quote that sits along the waistline of her jeans and reads: "Dance is the gateway to the soul." In a straight line, in the same font as the one between her shoulders. Kitty's fifth and final tattoo sits on the back of her neck, under her hair and is a black image of a horse.



❝Getting to know me❞


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| Likes |
"I may seem like a confident bitch, but at the end of the day, the thing I like most is solitude."
♥ Painting/Drawing/Art
♥ Fast cars
♥ Being rebellious
♥ Bad boys
♥ Nature
♥ Being left alone when she wants
♥ Creativity
♥ Free-spirited people
♥ Drugs
♥ Attention
♥ Cigarettes
♥ Feeling need/important
♥ Her horses/riding
♥ Warmth/safety
♥ Dancing
♥ Parties
♥ Breaking the rules
♥ Jesse
♥ Watching horror/scary movies with someone
♥ Crowds
♥ Drinking

| Dislikes |
"How much time do you have?"
✘ Being told what to do
✘ Being used
✘ Whiny/Annoying people
✘ Clingy people
✘ Feeling restrained
✘ Being tied down
✘ Losing
✘ People who ask too many questions
✘ Being looked down on
✘ Loneliness, she craves the attention of others
✘ Pain
✘ Her past
✘ Memories
✘ Science/math
✘ Cold
✘ Wide open, empty spaces

| Fears |
"I fear myself."
Being alone - The idea of being alone frightens Kitty. It's not so much that she gets lonely, it's more that she doesn't like to be left to nothing but her own thoughts, memories, and emotions. This is why she's always surrounding herself with people. She craves attention, but she also needs people to be there as a sort of distraction.
Losing herself - Kittrina has various mental illnesses, and she greatly fears losing herself to them. That they'll consume her, and she won't be able to make it back to the surface.
Love - Kitty has serious commitment issues. This is one of the reasons her and Jessie always argued. Neither of them were very good at relationships, and she's afraid that love means she'd have to depend on someone else. The only person she truly trusts is herself.
Fire - She lost her whole family to fire
Thunderstorms - Something about them frightens her to death.



❝Delve a little deeper❞


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| Personality |
Misunderstood
[ mis-uhn-der-stood ]
Adjective

1. Improperly understood or interpreted.
2. Unappreciated
3. Misinterpreted or mistaken


"Sure I like to be left alone sometimes, but ask anyone, I'm the most confident person you'll meet." Kittrina is quite a complicated person. She's got layers to her that go deep. The best way to describe her is to describe the girl on the outside, the one everyone around her sees, and the girl on the inside. The one she keeps to herself and herself only.

On the outside, Kitty is wild and rebellious. She's a free spirit and does what she wants to, when she wants to, no questions asked. She doesn't take orders well, and is always looking for ways to defy authority, as she has serious problems with others being able to control her. She once told a cop to choke on his donuts. When someone tells her she can't do something, she does it. It's as though she's always trying to prove that she can't be controlled. That she refuses to be tamed.

Her friend's call her crazy, because she's fearless. She's absolutely willing to do anything. She has no boundaries. This can often be a bad thing, for it gets her into trouble. A lot. But it also makes for some fun times, as she's virtually inable to turn down any form of dare, bet, or challenge.

Kitty is also well-liked. She's quite a popular girl. She's rich, is a local, and worldwide celebrity, not only for her riding, but her dancing as well, and she's rather charming. She knows how to charm people. Knows how to make them like her. And people tend to be attracted to her confident, fearless attitude. She's the kind of girl who lights up a party, and people generally want to be around her.

One thing that others don't necessarily like about her is her mouth though, for it often gets her in trouble. Seeing as she's so fearless, she possesses virtually no filter whatsoever. She's absolutely unafraid to tell it how it is, and often, this can come across as bitchy. She'll tell you if you're ugly, to your face. She won't hide it. She speaks her mind, saying whatever comes to it. The good thing about this though is, you know, with her, there's no bullshit. She won't pretend to like you. If she doesn't like you, you'll know.

Kitty likes her popularity in school, because it keeps her surrounded by people at all times. She craves attention and affections as, most of her life, she's gone without it. This makes her willing to do nearly anything to get it, though she's no idiot. If a guy is trying to take advantage of her need for love, she'll know. She may not stop it, but she's no fool. She knows he doesn't really love her. When it comes to love, Kitty isn't exactly sure if she's capable of it at all. Sure, she loves her mother, and she loves her step-sister, and she used to love her siblings, but that's different. That sort of love is easy. It's the romantic type that she has troubles with. The closest she ever came to love was Jessie, and that ended up a disaster. At every turn, love ends up disappointing her.

Kit is also a notorious party animal. She's the life of the party nearly everytime, and is always looking for more parties to attend. She used to simply indulge herself in her art when she was feeling emotional, but Jessie's habits have rubbed off on her and so now, she's an avid smoker, drinker, partier, and drug user. Sometimes, she's ashamed of herself for, she knows that, even though he did all the same things, Jessie would be upset to find out she's fallen onto the same track. When he left, it hurt her terribly. She'll never admit it, and claims she hates him with every ounce of her being, but she misses him terribly. He was the only person who ever understood her, and, now that he's gone, she is forced to turn to other forms of distraction, love, and escape.

All of this wild, rebellious, confidence, however, is only the beginning of Kitty. It goes much deeper than that.

Underneath, she is deeply troubled. Her past was harsh, and she walked away with more than just phsyical scars. When she was fifteen, just after her mother married D'Angelo, before she met Jessie, she attempted suicide. Her parents rushed her to the hospital, and there, they found out she has depression, anxiety, and paranoia. She was put on multiple medications for it.

She likes to keep this part of her to herself, but the therapist she used to go to claimed that her wild-child attitude was all a way of her screaming for someone to notice. For someone to realize there was something deeply wrong. Her partying, drugs, and constant boyfriends are all a form of escape for her. If she's always high, she won't feel anything, if she always has people around her, she won't have time to think about her problems, and if there's always loud music pounding in her ears, she can't concentrate on life.

Kitty also has other, less destructive escapes though. She used to rely on these and these only before Jessie left, but afterwards, they just didn't seem to cut it. She's extremely artistic. In school, she was always horrible at grades. She failed almost every math class she's ever taken, and was even in the special classes. She's only 17, and has dropped out of school, deciding to fall back on her riding career instead.

Her other forms of freedom are art, dance, and riding. If you can't find her, your best bet is either her studio, or the stables. Her studio is a building behind the barn her step-father built specifically for her. The whole bottom floor is a dance studio, and the walls are covered in mirrors. The top floor is all sliding glass, ceiling to floor windows, save for one wall, which she painted her self. It's a huge collage of small pictures. The top floor is her art studio. It has a blacony running all the way around it so she can paint or draw outside if she'd like, or she could work inside.

When she starts to feel upset, this is where she retreats. This is her private place, and she very rarely let's people in, as it's like walking straight into her heart. Her dancing is an expression of emotion, just as her artwork is. It's like getting a front row seat to the inside of Kitty, and she usually tries to hide this, as she's very locked-down. She refuses to show any real emotion to anyone around her. If they know her, they know to look at her eyes, but if not, all you see is a highly sassy, rebellious rich girl.



❝Welcome to my life❞


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| History |
"Fuck off, asshole." Kittrina hasn't always had it as easy as she does now. She wasn't always a rich girl and she wasn't always popular. One thing has remained consistent though. Her love for horses. She learned to ride her first horse at the age of 3 and ever since then, she's been completely attached to the animals.

Kitty's mother's name is Missy Del, and her birth father's was Greg Del. She was not the only child of the Del family, however. In fact, she had a baby sister, an older brother, and a twin. They had a full household.

However, not a very happy one. Kitty's father was a cruel man, and very abusive to everyone in the family. One of the things that drew Kitty to Jessie at first was their common background, for they'd both had abusive fathers. The man was horrible, and was both mentally and physically abusive. Kitty grew up believing that she was a worthless piece of shit, nothing better than a punching bag. When her older brother got old enough, he started to protect the younger ones from their father, but it wasn't always effective, and they still had to sit through the trauma of their brother telling off and beating up their father.

When she was eleven, her father beat her on the side of the head with a fire poker for standing up for her twin, and it split her head open. The doctors told them that she was lucky no to have permanent brain damage. Or worse. If she hadn't have been rushed to the hospital at that instant, she would have died. The incident left a scar on her temple.

Next door to them, lived an old woman who owned a ranch. Kit's family was poor, so she couldn't afford a horse, but, to escape her rough household, she would often go over to the woman's house and ask to ride the horses. The lady saw the bruises on the young girl, and heard the nightly screaming and fighting from the house. She knew everything, and the least she could do was allow the girl an escape. So she did. Horses became Kitty's safe haven, and she went over to her neighbors more and more frequently.

She was there when it happened.

Her home caught on fire, and Kit immediately rushed home. She was twelve at the time, and didn't even think. She rushed straight into the fire. She grabbed a burning piece of wood, giving her burn scars on her palms, and another fell on her head and almost killed her, giving her the burn scar behind her ear. She managed to find her mother and drag her from the house, but that was all. The rest of her family had died in the inferno.

The next year of her life was tragic as well, for Kit and her mother bounced from town to town, her mother constantly dating abusive assholes, but that first home of hers had left her with more emotional scars than she could count, and she came away with depression, anxiety, and paranoia.

Only nobody knew she was battling these things.

Then her mother married. It was a very fast wedding. It seemed that her mother was so happy that she'd finally found a good man, she was refusing to let him go this time. Shortly after the marriage, when she was fifteen years-old, Kitty attempted suicide by swallowing a handful of pills. Her step-sister was the one who found her, delirious and puking her guts up, and her parents instantly rushed her to the hospital.

They were able to save her, but the doctors had said it was an extremely close call, and they put her on several medications, forced her through multiple in-patient and out-patient therapies, and watched her like a hawk for months. This whole episode is one of the reasons her step-sister is protective of her. She may be a year younger than her, but she knows how Kit really is, and so she's always trying to protect her from destroying herself. Her parents and Nikota are the only ones who know that this happened. She hasn't even told Jessie, for she's afraid of what he might think of her.

When she finally came home was when she met him. Jessie.

Maybe she was attracted to bad boys because of her mother, or maybe she was just really love-starved, but she fell hard. It was near the end of her fifteenth year, and throughout her sixteenth. They were explosive, and fought often, but their make-ups were even more explosive, and worth 20 of their fights. She hated everything about him, but loved everything about him at the same time. She'd never experienced anything like it, and she was willing to do anything he wanted her to. Not because she was stupid, but because she found him exciting and dangerous. So she started getting into some of the bad habits he was into.

And then he just vanished.

Just after her seventeenth birthday, he disappeared out of no where, leaving her nothing but memories. At first, she cried, then she got extremely pissed, and now, she claims she hates him, but apart of her knows that all her acting out is because she misses him so much. She hasn't seen him in a year and a lot about her has changed since then, now her father insists on letting him work on the ranch, and she's dreading it more than anything, but she has to say that part of her is a little excited to see him again. If not to make up, then to beat the shit out of him for leaving her with no explanation whatsoever.



❝Closer than close❞


| Horse(s) |
"They are my life. And the main subject of my artwork." Kitty's horses (all but one) came from the same place. The lady who used to live next door to her. After her family died, the woman felt so unbearably bad for her, that she all but gave Kit three of her horses. Her and her mother always had a hard time paying for the animals, and her abusive boyfriends weren't always nice to them, but they managed, and Kit literally grew up with her horses.

Velvet Mascarade
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Velvet, Kit's first horse, is the closest to her heart, and her favorite of the four. He is kind and gentle with her, but has a wild, untamable side. He won't let anyone else but her ride him, and has the heart of a wild horse. He's run away from the barn many times, and the ranch workers have come to her many times with the idea of finding a new home for him, but she refuses. He's her wild beast, and she'll keep him where she wants. She finds him perfect in every way, and connects with him better than she's connected with any human. He is loyal to her, and loves her back just as much as she loves him. He's kind to her when she's hurt, and seems to understand when she's upset, always willing to comfort her. The only other person he actually likes is Niki. While he wont let her ride him, he does trust her, because he seems to be able to understand that Kit trusts her. A lot of people call Velvet a dumb horse, because that's how he acts sometimes, but she doesn't think he is. She thinks he's the smartest horse she's ever known.

Weeping Willow

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Willow is Kittrina's sweetheart. This mare is the kindest creature you will ever know. Kit calls her the Gentle Giant, because she has a big heart. She's very fond of the barn animals and other horses. There's not much to say about her, but that she's extremely sweet and trusts everyone. She was rescued from a terrible family who neglected and abused her, so she's also very shy and sensitive to loud noises and sudden movements, but one thing you can always be sure of, is that, if you're kind to her, she'll return the favor. Her favorite snack is sugar cubes, and Kitty often jokes that she is what she eats.

King Lionheart
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Lion is one of Kitty's favorite horses. He's strong, and capable, and very brave. He's much like Velvet, though a little wiser, and more tame. He's good with children and other animals, and will let others ride him, though he obviously still prefers Kitty over anyone else. He's the horse she picks when she just wants to ride and get lost because he's sturdy and brave beneath her, and when she's feeling lost and frightened, he's always reassuring to have around. She loves him dearly just as he loves her.

Salt and Pepper
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Pepper, Kitty's pony, is her baby. He's a troublemaker, and kind of dimwitted, but he can do no wrong in her eyes. He's always getting into the food and eating extra, and causing trouble with horses twice his size. He's kind of goofy, and wild, but he's sweet to people, and curious about everything, excited to explore the world. When he first arrived, he followed each horse around for a week, trying to figure them out. He's Kit's adorable ball of energy.



❝Themesong❞


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Brick by Boring Brick
By Paramore
She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies

Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba ha

So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
But it was a trick
And the clock struck twelve
Well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick
Or the wolf's gonna blow it down

Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
We'll bury the castle, bury the castle

Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah you built up a world of magic
If it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh, even in the dark
And that's where I want to be, yeah

Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

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Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
Ba da ba ba ba da ba ba
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba ba

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For Love:
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Save Yourself
By My Darkest Days
I’m the devil’s son straight out of hell
And you’re an angel with a haunted heart
If you’re smart you’d run and protect yourself
From the demon living in the dark
There’s nothing to be gained cause I can never change
And you can never understand my sickness
(I’ll never understand my sickness)

Save yourself
From a life full of lies and a heart full of pain and sorrow
Save yourself
From the choices I make cause nothing but failure follows me
Save yourself

You’re the perfect drug when it hurts like hell
I've never needed anyone so much
There’s no-one else I love and I curse myself
Cause the right thing is to give you up

I’m overcome by shame cause I can never change
And you can never understand my sickness
(I’ll never understand my sickness)

Save yourself
From a life full of lies and a heart full of pain and sorrow
Save yourself
From the choices I make cause nothing but failure follows me
Save yourself
From a life full of lies and a heart full of pain and sorrow
Save yourself
From the choices I make cause nothing but failure follows me
Save yourself

You'll never understand my sickness
(I’ll never understand my sickness)
Cause i don’t understand my sickness
(I’ll never understand my sickness)

Save yourself
From a life full of lies and a heart full of pain and sorrow
Save yourself
From the choices I make cause nothing but failure follows me
Save yourself
From a life full of lies and a heart full of pain and sorrow
Save yourself
From the choices I make cause nothing but failure follows me

Save yourself


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So begins...

Kittrina Del's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kittrina Del Character Portrait: Nikota D'Angelo Character Portrait: Jessie Blackburn

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Nikota sat comfortably cradled a few feet of the ground in her favorite tree. Midnight grazed on the grass below her. Her eyes dancing from line to line on the pages of her favorite book. The complete works of Edgar Allen Poe she had read the book countless times from start to finish, so much so the pages were worn. The sound of the creek that ran through the 40 acres of the D’ Angelo’s property keeping her company, one leg dangling from the branch. The sky was a depressing gray and dark black clouds plagued the sky. The usual summer storm was approaching quickly, setting the perfect mood for Nikota’s reading.

Niki shouldn’t we get going? the voice drifted through Nikota’s head like a soft melody, as Midnight lifted his head to look at his owner. She ignored as if she hadn’t heard. Midnight returned to his grass, knowing she was too enticed by her book to answer. A loud rumble echoed in the distance, followed by the angry streak of lighting across the sky behind Nikota and Midnight. Only moments passed before drops of water stared to fall from the darkened sky, though despite the light show in the sky and the rain, the weather remained warm.

“Now we should get going.” Niki said aloud, jumping from the tree like an adventurous little boy would. She wrapped her arms around her book protecting it from the soft flow of rain, shoving it into her backpack, before throwing it over one shoulder and climbing onto the bare back of her large black horse. “Midnight, my love, let’s ride” she spoke a loud and with those words the black stallion bolted, straight for the stables, she knew she’d be soaked by the time they got their but she didn’t mind in the slightest. Weather like this is what she lived for. The wind whipped through her long hair, she gripped her horses raven main as he raced through the tall grassed fields. Moments like this really made Nikota feel infinite.

When they finally reached the stables , midnight came to a slow halt out front. Midnight let out a loud snarl-like huff, stomping his front hoof obviously irritated at something. It was then Niki’s gaze meet the silver range rover parked in front of the house. She rolled her eyes “Doesn’t he have somewhere else to be.” She huffed. Apparently not, when are you going to tell that pompous prick to find someone else to stalk? Midnight huffed. Niki couldn’t help but giggle “He’s not so bad I guess.” She sighed knowing how much her father liked him. She kissed Midnights nose gently, before clicking to him, a signal for him to walk himself inside the barn.
Nikota watched as Midnight pranced into the barn and one of the ranch hands lead him into his stall. She half-ass jogged up to the house, soaking wet, she looked like drowned rat. Her drenched hair clinging to her face. The house was silent, with only the distant ticking of the grandfather clock.

“Daddy…Missy?” she paused waiting for a response “Trina…Jamie?” she paused once again. She bit her lip wondering where everyone was, shrugging she made her way up stairs, towards her room. “None of the above.” She heard a familiar voice call from the bottom of the staircase. She turned seeing Dustin in his normal, dressy attire, hair slicked back. “Decide to take a shower with your close on, love?” he smirked looking over her “Why don’t you get cleaned up, I’m taking you to dinner.” He said placing his hands on his sips. “Jamie’s making spaghetti, my favorite.” She lied as she continued up the stairs “Lair.” He chuckled following after her. Nikota stripped her clinging close from her body, reveling her badly scared torso and back, leaving the door open. Dustin leaned in the door way, he was the only person besides her father and sister who had ever seen her scars and lasting burns, not even Damien had ever seen them he had possibly caught glimpses but that was about it. He watched as she slipped on a hoodie and a pair of jean shorts, once they had been close…once she had been in love with him, but that seemed like ages ago now. “Listen Dusty, it’s a sweet gesture.” She said flipping her hair over crimping it so that when it dried she’d have soft beach curls. Then rearing her head back up shaking her hair out she flashed him her famous, pearly smile. “but, I’m just not feeling it tonight.” She said walking past him and making her way back down the stairs, taking them two steps at a time. He followed after her like a puppy. He had been trying to win her over since they broke up last summer, convinced they could pick up where they left off. She popped a cup of instant hot chocolate into the microwave, turning back around to face him. “Nik come on, please.” He begged She pretended to think about it for a second tapping her index finger against her lips. “Were home.” She heard her father’s thick Italian accent coming from the entry way. Nikota was grateful for the interruption.

She skip walked her way to where her father’s voice was coming from, looking very similar to the way a fairy would move, light and flowy. “Daddy, where did…” she stopped mid-sentence realizing who was standing behind her father, duffel bag, duchy sun glasses and all. Her eyes widening a bit. “Well look what the cat dragged in.” she heard Dustin say from behind before she had the chance to say anything.

“Yeah missed you to pretty boy.” Jessie teased. “What’s wrong baby doll, cat got your tongue.” He said almost darkly as he glanced to Nikota. “Feels good to be back.” He added staring right at Niki. Nikota’s realized how shocked she must have looked and quickly replaced the look with a slightly irritated look. “Wow dad, I thought we were always taught to take the trash out, not give it a home.” She growled before pushing past them back outside into the rain making her way to find her sister, wanting to warn her that he was back.


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Jessie rolled his eyes as he felt Nikota push past him “Drama Queen.” He said under his breath. “I suggest if you have anything bad to say about my daughters, you keep it to yourself.” Mr. D’ Angelo warned in a very fatherly tone. “Yeah, whatever.” he breathed. “What are you doing here rich boy, stalking Drama Queen I assume.” Jessie smirked. He liked to push peoples buttons and although he respected Mr. D’ Angelo, he still couldn’t help be test the waters. “Jessie, I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that. You can head up stairs and get settled in. Leave your bag here. I’ll make sure and go through it.” He said in a strict tone, though his voice smooth and calm. Mr. D’ Angelo was a very kind and generous man. Having been an orphan himself, he had quite a lot of patients when it came to trouble makers like Jessie.

“Yeah, Yeah. You got it warden. I’ll just go upstairs and wait for you to take the imaginary handcuffs off.” He said dropping his duffel bag right where he stood, before giving the two men in the room a lazy two finger salute before jogging up the stairs. He opened the door to a bedroom he was quite familiar with, it was exactly the same as the day he’d walked out without a word. Nothing had been moved. He shut the door behind him, closing himself off from the outside world. His eyes drifting over the room, before his blue eyes feel upon a photo that nearly shattered his already broken heart. He could remember taking the picture like it was yesterday, it was taken the night he left. A photo of them kissing, they had actually been quite happy in that very moment. He haven’t realized he had been tracing his lips as if trying to feel where her lips had been. “Why the fuck’d I come back here.” He whispered breaking the silence. He rubbed the back of his head, before locking the door and making his way to the window.

He watched as Nikota headed straight for Kit’s dance studio. He despised that girl, the way she pranced like a little doe, the way she acted like she owned the world. He could see right through her. He wondered how her and Kittrina got a long, they were so different. He snuck his hands under the window pushing it up, allowing the rain drops to fall on the window sill. He cupped his hands around his mouth so that the next thing he yelled would be more audible.

“Hey Niki, why don’t you stop being such a bitch, don’t you think tattle telling is a bit below you.” He smirked when she flipped him off, letting him know she had heard him. He flopped down on his bed, sinking into the soft comforter. He really did love it here and he really did appreciate Mr. D’ Angelo, but he was already used to being so disrespectful to everyone, he wasn’t sure he could change for anyone. He pulled a small baggie from his pocket, smirking a bit seeing five joints, holding them up as if he’d won some kind of contest. He sat up pulling one from the baggie before stuffing the remaining joints between the two mattresses. He stood making his way to his old desk, pulling out the top drawer. “Hello old friend.” He said grabbing the lighter, he struck the back watching the flame dance to life as he lit the joint, taking a long drag, coughing harshly as he let the smoke out.

“Here’s to the beginning of hell.” He glanced out the window, taking another drag, letting the flavor of the marijuana stain his mouth before blowing the smoke out again.

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Character Portrait: Kittrina Del Character Portrait: Nikota D'Angelo Character Portrait: Jessie Blackburn Character Portrait: Damien Fox

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Kitty's studio was her ultimate escape. When she wasn't competing, or training hard, when she wasn't riding bare-back and free on Lion or Velvet, or when she wasn't drunk or high at some party, Kitty was in her studio. It was a beautiful building that she'd designed herself. The bottom floor was one enormous dace studio, mirrors all around and a kick ass speaker system, and the top floor was all ceiling-to-floor sliding-glass doors, save for one wall. Her painting wall, which she added to everytime she was feeling inspired. Surrounding the entire top floor of the building was a large balcony. This balcony, on one side, stretched out over the pastures. That way, if she wanted to, she could sit outside to paint, right over her where her horses were grazing.

This studio was where Kitty went when she wanted to be alone, but not plagued by fear. This studio was the only place she allowed herself to feel. Anywhere else, it was too dangerous. With a pencil or brush in her hand, or with music moving her body, her emotions made sense, and they didn't destroy. They allowed her to create.

No one was allowed in her studio save for her, and no one had ever seen the inside but her. Should she let someone in to see it's contents, it would be like looking into her soul, and seeing everything she'd ever felt. They'd see her paintings, and her drawings, and they'd pass judgement on her.

So there was one key, and one way in. One time, a ranch-hand had broken into her studio out of curiosity, and he was fired on the spot.

Kitty! A scream in her head broke Kittrina from her deep concentration. Emotions instantly went back in their vault, and she dropped her paintbrush, panting rapidly.

Realizing where she was, she picked her brush back up, and set it on her easel, standing, she walked to the railing of the balcony and looked over. There, below her, was her horse King Lionheart. Fuck Lion! She shot back angrily. You trying to kill me?

I just thought I'd let you know that it's about to rain. He said with a casual toss of his mane before going back to his grazing, as though her rudeness hadn't fazed him. Kitty looked up at the sky above her and, for the first time, noticed it's color. She'd been in her studio literally all day that day, as she'd woken up in a horrible mood, and she'd started a painting. Once she started, there was no pulling her out of her work. There could be a tornado whirling around her, and she probably wouldn't even notice.

Kitty raised her hand to her face. Her cheeks were wet. She sighed and went back to her painting, pulling up her paint-flecked t-shirt to wipe her cheeks. It wasn't uncommon for her to cry while she painted. She usually did it without even noticing.

Kit looked at the painting for a moment. It was a black and white depiction of a skull. Melting as though it was on fire. She tilted her head to one side, than the other, and finally decided she liked it before picking it up gently off the easel.

She went back over to the side of the railing and spotted Damien below, in the pastures. "D!" She shouted down to him. "Put my horses away!" He nodded and started to herd her four horses back towards the barn, just as it started to rain, causing her to duck quickly inside.

She placed her painting against the right wall of her studio, in front of a ton of other paintings, before heading down to the lower level of the building. It was pouring, so she couldn't paint outside anymore, but she could still dance.

Kitty walked over to her stereo and flicked on her music, taking a second to listen to it's slow, sad, but beautiful rhythm before she moved, allowing her body to follow the song. She moved across the floor with slow, fluid movements, and when the song ended, she dropped to the wooden floor, panting.

After a second, she stood and walked over to the stereo, about to start more music when she saw something out the sliding glass door and turned around, walking over to it.

Not really caring about the rain, she threw the door open and stepped out, watching her step-sister bounce across the yard towards her. Kitty smiled. It shocked her how much she liked her step-sister, but the something about her just clicked with Kit and they were the best of friends.

"“Hey Niki, why don’t you stop being such a bitch, don’t you think tattle telling is a bit below you?” A shout froze her voice in her throat from where she was going to call out to Niki. She'd know that voice anywhere, but here, it didn't make any sense. Was she seeing things again? Oh dear god, please not that again. When she was fifteen, she'd been in the hospital for a while, and they had her so doped up on meds, she was always seeing and hearing things. Even for a week after she got out. But that had been two years ago.

She looked up at the house, catching his face in one of the windows, just before it disappeared. His old window. Maybe she was hallucinating then? But... If she was going to hallucinate about him, why would she imagine him yelling at Niki? It made no sense.

Her attention turned back to her step-sister when the girl finally reached her, and one look at her face told her all she needed to know. Kittrina's heart filled with fire. So she wasn't hallucinating. She'd really seen him.

"Fuck!" She cursed, gripping her sister's shoulder for a second while she balanced herself. She couldn't believe it. Who brought him back? Niki would never do that to her, and her mother sure as hell wouldn't... It had to be her step-father. She liked him, but he'd also always liked Jessie and he seemed to be the only one, so he was the only one who could have done it.

Kitty looked at Niki briefly, well aware of the fact that she was getting wet, before stalking back into her studio, and grabbing her cigarettes, sunglasses, and studio key. She shoved the glasses on top of her wet head, tossed the cigarettes in her back pocket, and stalked back out into the rain, slamming the door hard behind her and locking it with the key before putting it in her pocket with the cigarettes. She had thought about what she'd say to him if she ever saw him again maybe a thousand times, but now that she was faced with it... She wasn't sure, however, she wasn't about to hide herself away. No, she was going to go in there and raise some serious hell.

"May not want to go in for a bit." She said as she walked briskly past her step-sister. "Damien's in the barn if you want to go talk to him or something." She shouted over her shoulder, before she slammed the door to the house as hard as she could behind her.

She was dripping wet, her long hair clinging to her, wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt she only wore when she painted because of the fact that they were so paint-covered, and yet, she didn't care. All that mattered was that Jessie was back, and, that she hated him. Hopefully. She'd spent a year getting her hatred together for this, she wasn't about to let her knees go weak at the sight of him now.

Kitty walked right into the center of the house where Dustin, her step-father, and her mother were standing. "What the Hell guys?!" She hissed before marching up the stairs hand kicking his door open violently. Smoke hit her in the face and she coughed once. He was sitting there, smoking a joint.

She rolled her eyes and pulled it out of his fingers, taking a drag before throwing it out the window. "What the fuck are you doing here?" She hissed, her voice dangerously low.




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Damien had always felt the best when he worked. One reason was because it was nice to know you earned what you had. A concept he'd never had growing up. A concept Mr. D'Angelo had taught him. Another reason was that he was able to blow off steam, and think rationally. Able to keep himself from doing something stupid.

Now, he was working for the second reason. Because he'd had a huge fight with Jamie that morning. He'd woken up to a sunny morning, rolled over, and seen her lying there. She'd been perfect. The sun hit her just right so that her blond hair glowed like a halo on the pillow and her wedding ring on her finger glared in his vision.

He'd smiled and rolled over on top of her kissing her once gently on the neck, and once on the lips. "Morning baby." He grinned, and she grinned back, pushing him off gently and sliding out of the bed.

It all went down hill the moment she'd opened her mouth. Because she started talking about kids. Again. For the millionth time that week. He'd groaned and tossed himself back, but listened to her long list of: "good reasons to have kids", before he rolled his eyes ans started arguing.

He didn't want kids just yet. They'd only been married for a year, and he wanted to be in a nicer home of his own before he worried about raising a child, not living on Mr. D'Angelo's land. As nice as it was, he still felt bad sometimes. As though he was taking advantage of the D'Angelo family.

Their debate quickly heated up. Things were said that really shouldn't have been said, and he'd stalked out of the house feeling as though he needed to punch his fist through a wall.

Instead, he set off to work, so now, he was diligently working at repainting the barn, as he'd been doing so all day, thinking about the fight and feeling that familiar pang of guilt mixed with anger, deep in his stomach. He loved her, really, he did, but sometimes he felt like she was asking too much, too fast. It was her that had proposed to him. Not the other way around. And they'd hardly known each other three months before they got married. Most couples waited at least two or three years.

A raindrop broke Damien's concentration, landing on his cheek and making him look up at the sky. "Fuck." He cursed. He'd painted for nothing. It was about to start pouring, judging by the sky, and in a moment, all his hard work would be washed away.

He rolled his eyes and climbed down from the roof, taking a drink from the beer on the ground before throwing it out and walking away, cutting through the pastures towards the house. Jamie cooked for the family, so, not all the farm-hands ate dinner with them, but Damien and her did.

"D!" A shout from above made him look up to see Kittrina, standing on the balcony of her art studio, so he stopped. "Put my horses away!" Damien looked around to see that Kitty had every single one of her horses out and groaned quietly, but nodded before heading towards the closest one, Lion.

One by one, he coaxed them all in until it came to her horse Velvet Masquerade. The horse was always a stubborn shit head, but this time, he actually went in without too much kicking and rearing.

Damien was soaking wet by time he was done, and it was coming down hard. Outside, he heard door slamming and brief shouting, so he went to the door to see Kitty dashing into the house, leaving Niki outside. He wondered if they'd had a fight, though it was unlikely.

From what he could tell, since he'd come back, the two were pretty much best friends, and had yet to fight.

Damien looked at the sky. The rain was coming down hard on the roof, so he decided he'd just hang out in the barn with the horses for a little, hoping maybe it would let up just enough for him to make a run for the house to get dinner, and see what was going on.

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Character Portrait: Kittrina Del Character Portrait: Nikota D'Angelo Character Portrait: Jessie Blackburn Character Portrait: Damien Fox

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Nikota didn’t have to warn her sister, Jessie had done that himself when he’d yelled after her. She watched her sister’s face and the anger behind her eyes. She took her sister’s warning and normally she would have followed her regardless, but this wasn’t her fight. This was something Nikota couldn’t protect her from, even though something inside her desperately wanted to. She let out a small sigh as her sister walked past her and she was too caught up in her own thoughts to her what her sister had said before slamming the door shut.

A small rumble finally brought the realization to Niki that once again she was becoming soaked. She let out a frustrated groan. Before deciding to head into the barn, more or less because she was to lazy to walk all the way back up to the house and secondly because she didn’t really feel like hearing the screaming match that was inevitable. Once she was inside the large indoor barn she let out a breath of relief. She headed straight for the office, flipping on the music and letting it drift through the barns high tech sound system, it was just loud enough to drown out the world that lay just outside. She had been the last one to listen to music in the barn and she smiled when one of her favorite slow jams started slowly. She pulled a pack of cigarettes, from her father’s drawer lighting it and taking a drag. Her father would kill her if he knew she’d picked up the nasty habit of smoking.

She left the office and made her way down one of the isle, stalls lined on either side. not this damn song again, fuck Nik it gets old. she heard Macho Man growl as she walked past his stall. “Love you to Macho.” She blew him a kiss at which he shook his head as if disgusted. She did this quite often. Much like how Kitty would disappear into her art studio she would disappear into the stables late at night after all the stable hands had gone home and listen to her music, while she smoked and was left alone with her thoughts. It was safe to say she had become quite the insomniac since her mother had passed and the nightmares started.

She took another long drag from her cigarette, before freezing spotting Damien. “Shit” she mumbled flicking the half burned cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with the toe of her black converse. busted Macho snickered.


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Mr. D’ Angelo sighed when his daughter came bursting through the door, she could hat him all she wanted, but when it came to someone he cared about needing him the circumstances didn’t matter. He still wasn’t exactly happy about what Jessie had done to Kitty, but that was beside the point. He had expected her to explode. Dustin sighed shaking his head a bit “Well, I guess that’s my cue.” He said shaking hands politely with Mr. D’Angelo before making a B line for the door. “Kittrina, please calm down.” Her mother called after her. “Just let them work it out.” Mr. D’ Angelo said kissing his wife gently as they made their way to their bedroom.
Jessie laid on the bed enjoying his joint, before hearing the door bust open causing him to jump up, not in fear but more in defiance. Before he had the chance to react or say anything, his ex had snatched his joint and thrown it out the window. “Wow, Kitten real mature.” He said irritated, he shook his head pushing her from his view a little rougher then he meant almost causing her to fall on the bed. He made his way to close the door, slamming it shut before turning back around to face her.

H lead against the wall in his cool, careless way. Like he had no one to answer to, nothing to worry about. His dark hair falling just slightly in his. He glared her through his hair, remaining silent for a moment as if waiting for her to make the next move, but it was no surprise that he grew impatient.

“What the fuck am I doing here?” he repeated quietly, he could feel his anger rising, something about the two being together was just a bad combination of rage and hormones. “Fuck you.” He said harshly. He knew she was upset, he could see it even though she was doing her best to hide it, it shown through. He could still read her like an open book, maybe the only person in the world that could. “I told you Kitten, I told you not to fall for me.” He said as if that was going to mend what was broken, he was making an excuse for his leave of absence, without so much as a goodbye. The room went silent again and a loud clash of thunder rumbled the windows. The thunder outside matched the anger between the two.

“I’m not here to mend your broken heart. I’m here cause I have no other choice. You really think I would have come back if I had another fucking choice. When I left…I thought I left for good.” He wanted to take back the words almost as soon as he’d said them, they sounded so cruel even in his own ears. But, he didn’t show a single ounce of remorse. “Grow up Kitty, move on.” He added in a hush tone, trying to calm himself.

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Character Portrait: Kittrina Del Character Portrait: Nikota D'Angelo Character Portrait: Jessie Blackburn Character Portrait: Damien Fox

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“Wow, Kitten real mature.” He said as he stood, shoving her out of his way. She stumbled back slightly, but caught herself before she hit the bed. Her eyes narrowed when he called her Kitten. As far as he knew, she hated that name. It made her sound like a possession. A pet. Which, no doubt he liked, but she had always made a big deal out of it, even though a part of her secretly liked that he though of her as his. Her eyes followed him as he slammed the door shut, then turned to face her.

He leaned back cooly on the wall, which infuriated her, though she remained the same on the outside. She wished it was sunny out so she could have an excuse to wear her sunglasses. She didn't want him to see her eyes. She smirked at him, standing there so casually as though he was waiting for her to talk, but she only raised an eyebrow, knowing he was impatient and give up.

“What the fuck am I doing here?” He repeated quietly, but she had caught it, and she leaned back slightly, waiting for him to answer her question. “Fuck you.” He shot back at her. It was harsh, but she was ready for it. It was like they were dating again, and she was prepared for all his blows because she knew it wouldn't mean anything later. Only this time... it would. There were no sorrys this time. No make ups. Only what they said to eachother now.

“I told you Kitten, I told you not to fall for me.” He said, and let it hang there between them while thunder rattled the windows. As though God himself was cheering them on, planning the angry weather to match their angry voices. “I’m not here to mend your broken heart. I’m here cause I have no other choice. You really think I would have come back if I had another fucking choice. When I left…I thought I left for good.” She had to admit. That one hurt her, and for a brief second, she allowed herself to feel that hurt, before, just as quickly as it had come, she replaced it with anger again. “Grow up Kitty, move on.”

She could tell he was done, so she glanced at the window, trying to come up with something to say back. A perfect way to express what she was feeling. "You know..." She said, taking out a cigarette and lighting up, a nasty habit she'd picked up since he'd left. She'd picked up a lot of those lately. "You're a lying asshole Jessie, and you've got it wrong." She laughed lightly, her anger rising. "What is it you think I've been doing since you left? Sitting curled up in my room sobbing over you?" She rolled her eyes and took a drag off her cigarette, not even bothering to stand by the window to hide the smoke like she normally would. Her step-father or mother wouldn't think anything of it, seeing as this was Jessie's room.

"And don't pretend you didn't fucking feel anything!" She hissed, stepping closer, watching his eyes. He wasn't the only one who could read emotions. She'd felt everything there was to feel, and she knew how to see them in others. Especially Jessie. "I'm over you Jessie. Yeah. It hurt at first, but I'm done with you. You're a dick. Nothing more." She knew the words were rough, but she didn't care. He'd done the same thing to her.

"I'm not here so you can kiss me and take me back, and tell me why you left and that you're sorry." She stepped closer again, this time, merely inches apart. She wanted him to feel that, for her, there was nothing between them anymore but anger, so she pushed back all of her doubts, stood straight, and let her hatred for him show clearly. "I'm here because I want to know why the fuck you came back?"




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Music started playing in the barn, and Damien turned to see who was there, though he already knew. It was Nikota, judging by the music. At night, sometimes he'd work late and he'd be outside, listening to her music play as he worked. He knew she came out here late to just be with the horses.

He could no longer hear the rain on the barn roof, but he knew it was there. He turned, watching silently as she wandered down the stalls. She said something to one of her horses, and blew it a kiss, though he couldn't hear what. She was holding a cigarette in her hand, and that made him raise his eyebrows. He'd known Nikota since she was four. He'd been there when her family had been destroyed, but he never knew she smoked, and wondered when she'd started.

He had left just after that, taking the death and tragedy hard, and he'd regretted it ever since. He should have stayed to help the family through it. Not let the Paul's move in on his place and do it for him. He couldn't exactly put a finger on what it was, but he hated that boy Dustin. He was always bothering Niki, and he acted to much like a lonely puppy dog.

A man should find a way to let the women come to him. Not clamber after them like a love-starved pet.

He smiled she she spotted him and froze. "Shit." She whispered and stamped out the cigarette quickly. He laughed slightly. "Relax Nik, I'm not gonna tell on you." He liked to be honest with Mr. D'Angelo, but he also knew how to keep a secret. They didn't know it, but he'd been keeping the D'Angelo girl's secrets for a while now.

He knew about Kitty's new founded bad habits, and Niki's mother's death. He wasn't a rat. Their business was their business. He smiled and pulled out two cigarettes, handing one to her and lighting it for her, and taking one for himself. "Not hungry?" He asked, gesturing to the house. "Jamie's probably making diner in there."

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Character Portrait: Kittrina Del Character Portrait: Nikota D'Angelo Character Portrait: Jessie Blackburn Character Portrait: Damien Fox

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The song ended and the next song started, yet another one of Niki’s favorite slow jams. She knew the lyrics by heart and sang along in her head. "Relax Nik, I'm not gonna tell on you." she heard Damien say and she raised a brow deciding whether or not to trust him. He pulled out two cigarettes offering her one. She hesitated but took it “I’ll kill you if you tell, you know that right.” She teased, though there was a touch of seriousness to her voice. She used to know Damien, before he’d left after her mother had passed, he used to be like a big brother to her. But, when he’d come back, he was different, she was different and their relationship was nothing but business, at this point she could guarantee Kit and Damien had a closer relationship.

"Not hungry?" she heard him ask "Jamie's probably making diner in there." She rolled her eyes, she’d never been to found of Jamie, she tried acting way to much like her mother. She was to sweet, too happy all the time. “No offence, but Jamie can’t cook.” She said in an honest tone. “I feel bad for you.” She smirked, taking a drag from the cigarette. She leaned against an empty stall. “Just between you and I…” she paused debating whether or not she should say what she was thinking “you could do better than her, don’t you get tired of Holly Homemaker.” She asked genuinely curious. She knew she’d probably crossed the line, but she wasn’t exactly the type of girl to think before speaking.

“You guys make me want to throw up sometimes.” She admitted and that was partly because, deep down she had been crushing on Damien since he’d come back. She was pissed off when he left and came back married and in all honesty this was probably the first time she’d carried on more than two words with him in over a year. “What the hell happened to you DJ?” the words escaped in a whisper though loud enough for him to hear, she hadn’t called him DJ in years and she wondered if he’d even remember that’s what she use to call him when she was little. She knew that question definitely crossed the line, but she didn't feel the need to apologize, it was the truth, just just wondered why she cared so much to ask. She let her ears tune back into the music that she had forgot was playing. She didn't bother to look at him as she took another drag from her cigarette.



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He stood their unwavering from his cool, collected posture, letting her lash out just like he had. He wasn’t mad at her he had nothing to be mad at her about, to be completely honest looking at her now, how beautiful she was, he hated himself for leaving, but it was all he knew how to do. This fight brought back memories, he let his mind wonder for only a moment. He smirked as she spoke mocking her, it was something they did to each other often it was safe to they loved to piss each other off. Her words hurt, because he could her the torment in her voice. "I'm here because I want to know why the fuck you came back?" he heard her finally say and he hadn’t realized how close she had gotten.

The room went silent after her question and as if ashamed he let his head hang. Taking a breath. Then letting it back out. He owed her that much…didn’t he? He was always fighting an inner battle with his self, whether or not to be bad or good, more often than not bad was his finally decision. He lifted his eyes till they meet hers, he reached down lifting up his pant leg to revel the house arrest device around his ankle, once he saw her eyes glance down to it he dropped the leg and crossed his arms in front of him. “Drug Possession, Assault, Theft, Attempted murder…” he spoke not explaining himself simply reading off a list. “That’s why.” He ended a dark cloud hung over the room, silence overtook once more.

A cocky, taunting smile played on his lip, which meant one thin, he wanted to prove something. He reached out grabbing her wrist and pulling her to him, gripping her tightly around the waist. The heat rose from the back of his neck to his cheeks and for a moment them being this close again he decided wasn’t exactly the best idea he’d ever had. He fumbled for the door knob, finally throwing the door open and pushing her out the door. In all honesty if he had let her stay there any longer he would have been the one to crack and kiss her. He wasn’t ready for that, he didn’t want her to put up with his shit anymore then he already had. For once in his life he was putting her before his own selfish wants, but of course she wouldn’t know that, she would just think he was being an asshole, like normal. He stood blocking the door way. “You got your answer princess, scram.” He winked.

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The room was quiet for a moment, and he hung his head. She almost stepped back in shock, wondering if she'd gotten to him. He never gave up first. It was always her giving up when they fought. He was the only person in the world that could win a fight with her. Then his eyes met hers and she realized, he hadn't given up, he was just thinking over whether or not he wanted to tell her.

He lifted the leg of his jeans just enough to reveal the little house arrest anklet he had on before dropping it again and looking at her, crossing his arms. “Drug Possession, Assault, Theft, Attempted murder…” He listed, and it suddenly made sense to her. Of course he came back because he was in trouble. And of course her step-father let her. He was always taking in charity cases, trying to turn assholes into good men. He'd done that with Damien, it seemed Jessie was his latest little project. “That’s why.”

It was quiet again as she couldn't think of something she wanted to say, and honestly, didn't really want to. She was feeling the urge to just drop the fight again, just as she always did.

Then she looked at him and caught the taunting look on his face and her anger flared up again. What was it about him that always made her so angry? He'd been able to do the same thing back when they were dating. Give her a single look that both excited her, and pissed her off. Was this the way her mother had felt with all the assholes she'd dated?

No. That was different. Her mother never fought back, and Jessie had never truly hurt her, save for one time when he'd accidentally shoved her into a coffee table. Other than that though, shoving was as far as it went. He'd never punch her or anything.

The next thing she knew, his hand was around her wrist and he yanked her forward. She was startled, and he took her by surprise, so she didn't have time to stop her heart from racing, and her cheeks from blushing as he wrapped his arm around her waist and closed the distance between them.

He was doing it again. It infuriated her that he could make her feel so weak in the knees, and make her stumble over her words sometimes.

Then, just as quickly as he'd grabbed her, he threw the door open and pushed her out, and she had to admit that she felt a little disappointment that he hadn't kissed her. It took all her strength to keep herself from bringing her fingers to her lips. He stood in front of her, blocking the doorway. “You got your answer princess, scram,” he said, winking at her.

She raised her hand and slapped him as hard as she could, before pulling it back with a grin. "I've been waiting a long time to do that you know." She said with a smirk. "Life here is going to be Hell for you Jessie. You're not going to be able to just sit around and get high all the time. You'll have to actually work." She smirked, knowing he'd hate the idea of having to be around the horses. He'd always hated them. All animals for that matter.




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"I’ll kill you if you tell, you know that right?” She teased, but he just chuckled. He had no doubt in his mind that she would. He watched as she rolled her eyes in response to his question. He'd had his suspicions about her feelings on Jamie, but they'd never really been confirmed until now.

“No offence, but Jamie can’t cook.” He chuckled and shrugged. “I feel bad for you.” True, Jamie wasn't the best cook ever, but her food was decent. Mrs. D'Angelo was an even worse cook, so Jamie was all they had, and Mr. D'Angelo refused to hire a real cook for reasons that most didn't know, but Damien suspected it was because of him. So he would have to eat dinner with them like part of the family. Mr. D'Angelo had always considered him apart of their family, and so he insisted on treating him like one, no matter how much Damien resisted.

It's not that he didn't want to be part of their family, or that he didn't consider Mr. D'Angelo to be like a father, it's more that he was uncomfortable with people just handing him things. That was why him and Jamie had gotten married in secret. They knew Mr. D'Angelo would want to throw a big, expensive event.

"Just between you and I…” She continued, and he waited as she paused. “You could do better than her, don’t you get tired of Holly Homemaker?” The question took him kind of by surprise, so he didn't answer right away, allowing her time to go on. “You guys make me want to throw up sometimes.” He sighed, about to answer when he heard her whisper. “What the hell happened to you DJ?” That shocked him. That she'd called him by her old nickname for him. Ever since he'd come back, she'd pretty much avoided him at every turn. And now he knew why. She was hurt by the fact that he'd left, and upset that he'd come back and married right away.

He let out a sigh of smoke as he though over her questions, taking the last one kind of personally. He'd always regretted leaving her and her family, and now she'd tossed it in his face. He deserved it though. "I don't know." He shrugged. "I guess I took your mother's death pretty hard." He said honestly, looking at her. He'd never really talked about his disappearance with anyone. "She was like a mother to me too Nik. And I got into a lot of drinking because of it, and I didn't want you guys to see me that way. You had your own problems to fix. You didn't need to worry about trying to fix me too." He shrugged and thought for a second about her other words. About Jamie. "And yeah, I guess I get kind of exhausted by Jamie sometimes, but being in love isn't easy. You'll understand when you get there." He said, looking at her.

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”I don’t know” his answer pissed her off, but she stayed calm on the outside biting the inside of her cheek. "I guess I took your mother's death pretty hard.” She heard him say “She was like a mother to me too Nik. And I got into a lot of drinking because of it, and I didn't want you guys to see me that way. You had your own problems to fix. You didn't need to worry about trying to fix me too." this only mad her anger rise, she wasn’t the type to lose her cool so easy, maybe it was the combination of the weather and seeing Jessie, that was making her so irritable. She clinched her fist and jaw almost at the same time. She shook her head not wanting to hear anything else he had to say “but being in love isn't easy. You'll understand when you get there." but those words pushed her over the edge.

“Don’t treat me like I’m some little kid who doesn’t understand love.” Her voice raised a little louder than normal. “Firstly, running off to Vegas to tie the knot after only a few months of knowing someone doesn’t exactly spell out love.” She knew that was harsh and she felt bad, but she was already mad and once she was mad it was just an avalanche of hurtful words and phrases. “And, secondly you want to give me the excuse that you left because she was like a mother to you…she WAS my mother and your forgetting one small fact D, I was there. If you or anyone only knew what they did too me that night...” She stopped breathing heavily, the memories creeping back on her. She hadn’t realized she had started crying and she wiped her tears with her sweater sleeve. Taking a slow drag from her cigarette.

“You just don’t get it do you. You have a family who loves you, my dad might as well be you biological father. He talks about you like you’re a saint.” She said almost envious “Stop running, you have nothing to run from.” She chocked back ears “Your scars are internal, be thankful.” She breathed. The music the only sound breaking the silence and that she was grateful for. She was right about the fact that she wasn’t a child, she may be only sixteen, but she was wiser than most her age.


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He barely showed any expression when she slapped him, his face burned and stung, but he smirked as if he had enjoyed the pain. "I've been waiting a long time to do that you know." her words only turned his smirk into a full smile. “Glad I could help you fulfill your dreams” he said leaning with his arm in the door way leaving the tattoo of her nickname completely visible on the side of his hand as if showing it of purposely wanting her to see it, but he had forgotten it was even there. "Life here is going to be Hell for you Jessie. You're not going to be able to just sit around and get high all the time. You'll have to actually work."

“I can’t wait, as long as you’re there to keep me company hell sounds like a dream.” He said kissing at her lazily. “Actually working, ha, doubt it. D’s got my back. You seem to be the only one who doesn’t like me, well you and drama queen, but she doesn’t count.” He teased. It was obvious the tone between them had lightened, at least for the moment. This was how they functioned, possibly the only way they knew how. His attrition was diverted when he heard someone coming up the stairs, his eyes falling behind a peppy blonde, who appeared behind Kit.

“Hiya…er sorry for interrupting.” She quickly corrected herself. “Jamie told me to come upstairs and grab you two love birds, dinners ready.” Olive smiled at the both of them. Jessie smirked glancing back down to Kittrina, then back to Olive “Hey cupcake, aren’t you a pretty thing.” He said winking at the girl. She bit her lip giggling a bit. “Love birds, ha, that’s funny.” He said as he closed the door behind him making his way passed Kittrina down the stairs. He stopped half way looking back up at Kit “Hey babe, you coming or what.” His tone was taunting, before he made his way down the rest of the stairs and rounded into the kitchen.

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“Don’t treat me like I’m some little kid who doesn't understand love.” She said, obviously irritated by what he'd said. “Firstly, running off to Vegas to tie the knot after only a few months of knowing someone doesn't exactly spell out love.” He winced a little on that one. He loved Jamie... Or at least he'd thought he had at the time. Lately, with all her baby talk, he just wasn't sure. It's like she'd changed after they'd married. “And, secondly you want to give me the excuse that you left because she was like a mother to you…she WAS my mother and your forgetting one small fact D, I was there. If you or anyone only knew what they did too me that night...” He looked over at her, catching the tears on her cheeks, and was hit harshly by them more than her words. She was there that night, and they'd scared her internally, and externally, then he'd just left her. He should have stayed behind for her and her father.

“You just don’t get it do you. You have a family who loves you, my dad might as well be you biological father. He talks about you like you’re a saint.” He caught a hint of envy in her voice. “Stop running, you have nothing to run from. Your scars are internal, be thankful.”

The music filled the silence for a moment, and he turned to face her, gently wiping the tears from her cheeks. "I know you're not a little kid Nikota, but from what I can tell, you haven't been in love yet. That kid Dustin doesn't count." He shook his head. "Maybe you're right, maybe I haven't been in love yet either. And I should have stayed for you guys. I've regretted leaving every day of my life." He sighed softly, knowing that his words wouldn't make up for what he'd done, but hoping maybe they would help. At least a little.

"And I respect your father more than anyone. I'd die for him. He changed my life Kota," he said, using his old nickname for her. "I'm not running from him, I'm..." He hesitated. What was it he was doing? "I'm trying to find out a way to pay him back. For everything he's done for me."

The sound of someone clearing their throat behind him, made Damien turn. Instantly, he took Niki's cigarette from her hand and threw his on the ground so it would look like he was the one smoking. Not her. It was Jamie.

"Diner's ready baby." She said with a smile, coming over and kissing him right on the lips. He felt a little bad, though he wasn't sure why. She was his wife right? He should be able to kiss her when he wanted and not feel guilty. Nevertheless, he did for some reason. "I knew you'd be out here." She said when she pulled away. "I'm so sorry for fighting earlier, but I have some big news, and I want to announce it to everyone at diner." She then looked at Nikota as though realizing she was there for the first time. "Come one honey, let's eat." She said turning away, tugging at Damien's hand, so he followed her into the house.

At the table were Mr. & Mrs. D'Angelo, Olive, Kitty coming down the stairs, and... Jessie? He couldn't keep the shocked expression from his face. Why was he back? Damien had never totally hated the kid. He'd actually kind of like him, he'd reminded him somewhat of himself when he was younger, but he hadn't like what he'd done to Kit. "Well that explains the yelling." He said as he sat in his seat next to his wife.




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“I can’t wait, as long as you’re there to keep me company hell sounds like a dream.” He said, shooting her a lazy kiss. She simply rolled her eyes. “Actually working, ha, doubt it. D’s got my back. You seem to be the only one who doesn't like me, well you and drama queen, but she doesn't count.”

She actually smiled at that one. He'd never really liked Niki, and he was always making fun of her. When it got really bad, Kit would step up and shut him up, but him standing here making fun of his step-sister reminded her so much of how they used to be, she couldn't help but chuckle a little bit, ignoring that part of her that was irritated at his cockiness, and giving into the part that liked his sarcasm.

She looked him over for things that were different since she'd lest seen him, and that was when she saw it. The tattoo on his hand reading: Kitten. She let her eyes glaze past it as though she hadn't seen it, but she was startled. That wasn't there when they were dating, meaning he had to have gotten it after he left. She struggled between happiness and fear. What if he still had feelings for her?

“Hiya…er sorry for interrupting.” A voice behind her made her cringe. She knew who it belonged to. Olive. The bimbo her mother had hired. “Jamie told me to come upstairs and grab you two love birds, dinners ready.” Kitty turned and glared at Olive's all-too-kind smile. She hated the girl. Stupid people who couldn't think for themselves and were too dense to recognize sarcasm annoyed the living hell out of her.

“Hey cupcake, aren't you a pretty thing?” Jessie said from behind her, making Kitty hate her all the more. “Love birds, ha, that’s funny.” He closed the door and pushed past her, heading down the stairs after Olive before stopping to look at her again. “Hey babe, you coming or what?”

Her eyes flashed angrliy, and she was about to yell at him for calling her babe when he turned away and continued down the stairs so she just groaned and followed after him, taking a seat aggressively at the table, glaring at Jessie and Olive as Jamie passed out food and said that she and Damien had a big announcement to make once everyone started eating.

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She had nearly stopped breathing when he’d reached up and whipped her reaming tears. His touch was soft and genuine. She hated herself for having broken down in front of him, she had been doing so good. She watched as he took the cigarette from her, to hide the fact that she was smoking. She smiled a little at the gesture. She glanced to Jamie who wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him right in front of her. Jealousy, rose in her and she really wanted to punch Jamie in the face after she pulled away and called her honey, and just like that she was dragging Damien away. Leaving her there, she could see the rain had let up outside.

Kota huh, how sweet. she heard Macho Man tease
“Shut it Macho” she yelled. Making her way into the office flipping off the music before heading up to the house. Just in time to catch her sister coming down the stairs, she followed behind her sitting at her normal spot across from Damien, never in her life had she wanted to sit somewhere else so badly. Her father sat at the head of the table, Jamie passing out food, ruffling Niki’s hair like she was a little kid as she walked by. It took everything in Nikota not to break her wrist, she shot Damien a look, rolling her eyes before glancing around the table. “This ought to be interesting.” She whispered more to herself.

Once everyone was sat at the table Mr. D’ Angelo, smiled as he started to speak. “Friday is the 7th annual Summer party” he began, his accent thick. “I expect everyone to help in finishing the preparations.” He shot a look to Jessie who simply rolled his eyes. The Annual summer party was something Nikot’s mother had started and her father had continued, it was to raise money for local charities and for the community to get together. There was always lots of dancing, alcohol, and drama.


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Jessie sat comfortably with his arm lazily rested on the back of Olive’s chair. “Great, the annual hillbilly bash, was hopping I’d miss it this year.” He teased “I guess it won’t be too bad, lots of girls so I guess that’s a plus.” He said taking a drink of his coke. Not waiting for anyone else, digging into the food as if he’d hadn’t had a meal in years.

“So what’s the big news, Jamie?” he glanced over to the blonde, not really caring but not wanting there to be any kind of awkward pauses he was good for situations like that. “You and Foxy finally going to have a real wedding? Maybe moving out, please oh please don’t take Foxy away.” He laughed at his own sarcasm. He acted as though he’d never left falling back into his normal routine, Jessie was that way, he always made it seem like the past was no big deal. “Whatever it is just spit it out you been bragging about it for the past ten minutes.” He said shoveling food into his mouth.
“Yes, please do share the news.” Mr. D’ Angelo cut in tired of hearing Jessie’s mouth full of food language.

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“Friday is the 7th annual Summer party” Her step-father said, and Kitty smiled. She loved parties. “I expect everyone to help in finishing the preparations.” She hadn't missed his pointed look at Jessie, and laughed lightly, giving him and "i told you so" look.

“Great, the annual hillbilly bash, was hopping I’d miss it this year.” He said teasingly. She looked at her step-father, windering how much of Jessie's shit he'd put up with before finally kicking him to the curb. “I guess it won’t be too bad, lots of girls so I guess that’s a plus.” That made Kitty's eyes shoot back to him, and narrow dangerously, watching the way he sat, with his arm drapped across the back of Olive's chair. She hated it, only she couldn't say anything to him, for fear of appearing jealous.

However, she could take it out on Olive, so she looked at the girl. "Don't worry Olive," she said in a falsly sweet tone. "We'll find a job so easy even you could do it." She smirked, and her mother shot her a dangerous look, but Kit didn't care. The look on Olive's face was worth it, so she went back to focusing on her diner again, until Jessie once again started his rambling.

“So what’s the big news, Jamie? You and Foxy finally going to have a real wedding? Maybe moving out, please oh please don’t take Foxy away.” She rolled her eyes, irritated by the way the others chuckled. Especially Olive. Irritated by the way everyone was just letting him fit right back into the picture. As if he hadn't hurt her. She was one more sarcastic comment from taking her diner out to her studio. Or the stables. “Whatever it is just spit it out you been bragging about it for the past ten minutes.”

Again, everyone chuckled at Jessie, and that was it. Kitty nudged her step-sister next to her. "Let me know whatever it is Jamie says later." She said so only she could hear as she grabbed her plate and stood swiftly, leaving the room without a word.

Outside, she covered her plate from the rain and ran out to the stables where she sat pushed open the door to Velvet's stall and layed out a blanket before sitting on it and setting her plate down, staring at her food. What's up Kitty-Kat? Velvet asked and nudged her shoulder gently with his nose. She smiled softly at his kindness and scratched between his ears like he'd always liked. Jessie's back. And as much of an asshole as ever. She said back and leaned back against the stall, letting out a shuttering sigh.

They were creeping up on her again. Those stupid emotions she always tried to choke down everytime the topic turned to Jessie. Fear, longing, pain, abandonment, regret, and worst of all... Love. She still loved him, as much as she hated to admit it. Kitty closed her eyes and opened her mind to Velvet, allowing him to feel what was coursing through her. Oh crap. He said and she nodded.

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Damien smiled as Jamie settled into the seat next to him and he leaned over and kissed her cheek slightly. He caught Niki's look and shrugged back at her in a "what can ya do?" kind of way.

Mr. D'Angelo started talking about the party, and Jessie made a few jokes, making everyone laugh, and Kitty stood and stomped off. Besides Kit's exit, it felt like a real family diner, and it was nice.

He smiled and turned to Jamie, their fight earlier that morning forgotten as he squeezed her hand. "Yeah, what's this big news you have for us?" He asked, excited to know what she had to tell him.

"Remember our discussion this morning?" She said with a wide grin, and Damien's smile disappeared and his heart sunk. Argument was more like it. "Discussion" was not the right word to explain it, but he just shrugged it off. That meant this news was going to have something to do with children. Hopefully it was one of her friends having a child... Not her as he now feared.

He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly nervous. "Uh, yeah, annnnnd...?" He asked, looking into her eyes, mentally willing her not to say what he guessed was coming next.

She grinned, a beaming, dazzling grin and looked around the table at everyone. "I'm pregnant!" She squealed, and Damien groaned, dropping his face into his hands briefly before grabbing her hand and yanking her from the table.

"Excuse us a moment." He said as he dragged her from the room.

Out in the hall, he threw his hands up. "What the fuck Jamie?!"

"What?" She pouted. "You're... Not excited?"

He rolled his eyes. "Was excited the tone you got from our argument this morning?!" He shouted and paced a small circle, his anger rising dangerously. "Anyway, that's not the point. I can't be angry at you for getting pregnant, nature does that. But I can be angry about the fact that you just dropped the bomb on me in front of everyone!" He shouted at her. "You should have told me first!" His anger had risen so high, he didn't even realize she was crying and he punched the wall next to her, making her dash back into the dinging room, leaving him alone and bitter in the hall.

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She had willed herself to stay as Kitty left the room, fighting everything in her to follow her sister out. She had all but lost interest in the topics, replaying the words she’d said to Damien. She had drown out Jamie’s annoying excitement until she heard ”I’m Pregnant” her eyes widened and she looked straight at Damien who was already pulling Jamie with him out of the room. The group stayed quit as they heard Damien’s yells and Jamie coming back to the kitchen collecting her stuff, balling her eyes out.

“Olive, go after Jamie.” Mr. D’ Angelo ordered “Now.” He raised his voice, something he didn’t do often. There wasn’t a lot that set Damien off, but when something did set him off it was like trying to tame a wild horse. Mr. D’ Angelo stood up “dinner’s going to be cut short.” He sighed making his way to where Damien was. Nikota stood up “Dad, I got it. He’s going to be hell on wheels right now, no offense but I think that person he wants to face is you.” She spoke truth, her father thought for a moment knowing that when he was pissed he could be quite violent, but nothing Nikota couldn’t handle, he nodded, he knew she was right and if anyone could calm him down it was oddly enough going to be Niki.

She rounded the corner, staring at him for a moment. She hadn’t seen him this angry in years, she blamed Jamie. Ever since they’d been together he’d seem to loses his temper more often. “Dad huh, Congrats.” She said sarcastically which probably wasn’t the best thing to start with. “Dad says I have to get you out of the house, before you do anymore damage, care to join me for a walk?” it wasn’t exactly a question. She turned on her heel and made her way towards the nearest exit. When she got outside the rain had all but stopped, what was left of the late afternoon sun played hide and seek with the remaining clouds. She waited, almost as if she knew he’d follow.


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Jessie sighed at what had just happened he wasn’t exactly one to involve himself in others business, so he took Mr. D’ Angelo’s “Dinner’s going to be cut short” as a warning and made his way out he debated on heading back up stairs and crashing for the rest of the evening, but he couldn’t help but wonder where Kit had gone off to, he wanted to see her, he wanted to be near her. He couldn’t think of a reasonable excuse to go find her, then of course there was all the drama that had just taken place. He shrugged it was good enough reason for him to hunt her down and break the happy or not so happy news to her.

He made his way on to the front porch, glancing around a bit pulling the pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and lighting one. Before crossing the lawn, then the drive way to the stables, he pulled the barn door open quietly sneaking in. The barn was exactly the same, in fact not much had changed since he’d been her last. He took a long drag off his cigarette. He smirked a bit “Some mood music wouldn’t hurt.” He said to himself, the office was left open and he smirked slipping in, flipping through the CD case that was left in there. Deciding on a purple, burned CD with nothing written on it, popping it in.

The song started to play over the speakers, he let out a slightly irritated groan. “How fitting. Thanks for rubbing it in.” he said talking to himself. Shrugging he threw the CD case onto the desk, before exiting the office in search of Kittrina. “Hey Kitten, guess who’s pregnant.” He yelled throughout the barn, too lazy to search for her any longer. Leaning up against one of the empty stables.

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Music started playing in the stables, and Kitty sighed, listening to the words, and the beat. Music was always comforting to her. It spoke to her in a way people never could.

“Hey Kitten, guess who’s pregnant.” Jessie's voice made her roll her eyes and stand, brushing herself off. She gave Velvet a kiss on the nose. Good luck. He said to her, and she smiled, stepping out of his stall and closing the door behind her a little roughly.

Silently, she crossed her arms in front of her and leaned against the wall next to the stable. She watched him, not saying anything for a moment. "Well let's hope it's not Olive. I feel bad for her kid if it is." She scoffed and rolled her eyes, already figuring it was probably Jamie, seeing as Olive wasn't seeing anyone, though it's not like that really mattered. Olive would do anything that smiled at her or called her pretty.

She watched Jessie, wondering what exactly had landed him here. He'd told her what he'd been charged with, but she wanted to know the whole story. And most of all, she wanted to know what he was thinking. She wanted to know if he was just as hurt and confused to see her as she was or if all his bullshit was true, and he was really done with her.

She wanted to know why he'd left her. Secretly, she'd blamed herself. She'd tried to change him too much maybe. They were always arguing, and he was always high or drunk, or in the panties of some other girl. Maybe she'd just pushed him too hard. Asked too much of him.

She sighed and took out a cigarette, getting angry again. Why had no one even warned her he was coming? If someone had warned her, she'd have made sure to make plans with some friends or go to a party, or something. So she wasn't here where all these feelings could get her. "Why don't you just leave again?" She said cruely, and regretted it as soon as she had. It would just be easier, that's why she'd said it. Not because she'd really felt it. Hopefully he would pick up the half-hearted way she'd said it and it wouldn't hurt him too much. If it did hurt him. Maybe he didn't even care anymore, like he'd said in his room.




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Damien heard footsteps and whirled. It better not be Jamie, or he feared he may kill her. “Dad huh, Congrats.” It was Nikota, and Damien rolled his eyes. He wasn't exactly in the mood for sarcastic bullshit.

"Not in the mood Kota." He snarled, ready to punch something.

“Dad says I have to get you out of the house, before you do anymore damage, care to join me for a walk?” He could tell by the way she turned and walked off that she wasn't really asking. She was telling.

So he took a deep, calming breath and followed her out, walking slowly alongside her.

"Why wouldn't she tell me first?" He asked looking at her, shaking his head. He couldn't wrap his head around it. She was pregnant? He was going to be a father? He wasn't ready for that. No where near ready. He was just getting used to being married, let alone having a kid. He wasn't even sure he ever wanted kids.

He sighed and looked at Nikota, rubbing his hand over his eyes briefly. "Was I too hard on her?" He asked, figuring her brutally honest reply would do him some good. He needed to hear the truth, even though she'd probably just say no, seeing as she didn't really like Jamie anyway.

"I mean, she just dropped it on me. Right in front of everyone. Gave me no warning." He shook his head. Maybe he was being too hard on her. Judging by his reaction, she was probably afraid to tell him in private. Maybe she figured she was safer if she told him with people around, and that frightened Damien. She should feel safe around him. He was her husband. He was supposed to protect her, not frighten her.

"I feel like I've been making all the wrong moves since the day my mother died." He said shaking his head, exhausted. He wasn't sure why he was telling this to Niki. Afterall, they'd hardly spoken in the past year, but for some reason he felt like he needed to.

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She let him vent she knew it was what he needed. They walk along the pasture walking quite a ways from the house. "Was I too hard on her?" he asked but still she remained quiet, and just like she’d assumed he’d continued. Then when he was finished, for once she thought about her words carefully. “When I was a kid, I use to know this really great guy.” She started “He wasn’t scared of anything and he told me once…that the worst mistake anyone can make is being afraid to make them.” She gave him a genuine cheer up smile “You also told, Mistakes were proof that we were trying.” She said as they continued their slow pace.

“Were you too hard on her?” she repeated his question “Yeah, but in all honesty she obviously doesn’t know you that well, or she would have known that you hate surprises.” She nudged him playfully. “and wasn’t it you who just told me love isn’t easy?” she stopped no longer wanting to walk walking over to one of the big willow trees, she turned back to him using her head gesturing for him to follow.

She lend against the large trunk of the willow tree, now hidden by the curtain of long tangled branches. It was where her mother used to read to her, it was beautiful, behind the curtain of long vine like branches. “Maybe, you and Jamie were doomed from the start. Kind of like Me and Dusty or Kitty and Jessie.” She sighed as she watched him come through drapes of tree vines. “Did you really mean it?” she started, almost in a taunting tone of voice “When you said you hadn’t been in love.” She paused for a moment, night had already fallen faster than normal due to the weather. It was hard to see his expression in the darkness. “You don’t love her do you?” she didn’t realize she had said the words aloud, she was thinking it, but she certainly didn’t meant to say it, but now that she had said it she was curious.


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“You see I would leave, but” he gestured down to his ankle “Kind of can’t the big man’s my warden.” He teased. He watched her lift the cigarette to her lips and he honestly didn’t know who much more of this he could take, he’d give anything to have her again. “You know it wasn’t you.” He spoke softer than his normal cocky tone of voice, something he only did when they were alone. “It was never you Kitty, you gotta know that. I owe you that much.” As if he knew what she was thinking, it was his way of apologizing for leaving her. Although it was nowhere near close to an I’m sorry, he hoped that, that would at least make him feel better about what he done to her if nothing else.

He moved closer, quietly. He knew her well enough to know she wanted to know everything. Every damn detail of how he had gotten himself in so much trouble. A smile crept on to his lips at the thought. He flicked his cigarette having finished it. He debating spilling everything that had happened over the past year to her, but that would probably only worry her to know that he was a target of a rival gang or that he had seen his younger brother for the first time in three years and he was sure his dad was going to come looking for him. Death was going to have a field day when everything caught up with him. Just as the smile appeared it was gone as the bad thoughts replaced the good ones.

“Don’t worry Kittrina.” Her full name tasted bad his mouth, he rarely used it “I’ll be out of you perfect life as soon as this thing is taken off my ankle.” He said not in a mean way, but almost as a promise, not to hurt her anymore then he already had. “I’ll help you count down the days” he teased.

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“You see I would leave, but, Kind of can’t the big man’s my warden.” Kit rolled her eyes and took a drag from her cigarette, not looking at him. She didn't want his stupid jokes. Or maybe she did. She didn't know anymore. She'd thought she'd hated him. After he'd left she hadn't eaten for almost three weeks. Cried herself to sleep for two, until she was so dehydrated she literally had no tears left. She'd almost starved to death.

Then, on the fourth week, Niki had come and talked to her, and made her realize that it was all his fault. And she'd gotten pissed. She'd broken Niki's window, and Damien had to fix it. After that, she told herself she was done feeling. The only things she let herself feel was anger and hatred. She didn't want to feel anything else.

So she picked up smoking, drinking, drugs, parties, boys. Everything. The whole nine yards. Now he was back and she'd lost the one thing she'd been sure of. That she hated him. Sure, part of her still did, but there was a very small part of her that wanted to feel again. And that annoyed her and only made her more angry. It was an irritating cycle.

“You know it wasn't you.” He said softly. His tone alone made her want to cry. It was rare that he was gentle and kind to her, and she didn't think she could handle that right now. So she kept her eyes on the floor, the ceiling, the horses. Anywhere but him, refusing to meet his eyes, and fidgeting. “It was never you Kitty, you gotta know that. I owe you that much.”

Of course. The whole: "it's not you, it's me" break up line. Only it was a little late for that. He'd missed his chance to break up with her nicely. His disappearance had shot that one right out of the water.

“Don’t worry Kittrina.” That made her look at him, and she'd been so lost in her thoughts, she hadn't realized he's moved closer. She shifted a little uncomfortably. Why had he used her full name? Why did that hurt? “I’ll be out of your perfect life as soon as this thing is taken off my ankle.” He said, as though making her a promise. “I’ll help you count down the days.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head again, bringing the cigarette to her lips and puffing a breath of smoke in his face with a smirk. "You don't get it do you?" She laughed harshly. "Nothing about my life is perfect." She shook her head, and her blue eyes locked on his. "How dare you assume it is." She glanced away, throwing her finished cigarette in the dirt. He was driving her crazy.




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“When I was a kid, I use to know this really great guy.” She started, and he listened. “He wasn't scared of anything and he told me once…that the worst mistake anyone can make is being afraid to make them.” She gave him a smile that seemed to light up the crappy night. “You also told me, Mistakes were proof that we were trying.”

“Were you too hard on her?” He awaited her answer. “Yeah, but in all honesty she obviously doesn't know you that well, or she would have known that you hate surprises.” He smiled, glad that she'd given him a real answer and not just bashed Jamie because she hated her. “And wasn't it you who just told me love isn't easy?” He laughed lightly at the way she tossed his own words back at him and followed her under the willow tree.

“Maybe, you and Jamie were doomed from the start. Kind of like Me and Dusty or Kitty and Jessie.” There was a pause as they both thought about that. “Did you really mean it?” She asked, and he glanced at her, wondering what she meant. “When you said you hadn’t been in love?” There was another moment of hesitation before she finally said it. “You don’t love her do you?”

Damien thought for a moment. He'd thought he'd loved her, and he certainly didn't hate her, or even dislike her, but... Maybe it wasn't love. And... If it was, wouldn't he just know? Maybe he'd made a huge mistake, agreeing to marry her. Maybe they both had. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and sucked in a breath of air.

"I'm not sure. I used to." He shook his head and walked a little closer to her. "Or at least I thought I did. Now I just don't think so." He looked at her, a small sad smile on his face. "But it doesn't matter now anyway." He said with a shrug. "I can't leave her now that she's pregnant. Her baby would grow up without a father, and I know how that feels. I couldn't do that." He shook his head and balled his fists.

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She watched him fight whether or not he was actually in love with this girl. She didn’t know what to say, there was only so much she could say. "I can't leave her now that she's pregnant. Her baby would grow up without a father, and I know how that feels. I couldn't do that." she could hear the pain in his voice and it killed her. She couldn’t say I know how you feel, because she didn’t. She didn’t know what it was like without a father, she had only recently lost her mother three years ago and she wasn’t sure she had completely come to terms with that.

He had stepped close enough know she could make out his features in the dim moonlight that peeked through the vines. She saw the veins in his arm tighten, as his fist balled up. She knew well enough his anger was coming back, but unlike everyone who had ever seen him when he was angry, she wasn’t scared of what he’d do to her, cause she wasn’t afraid to beat the shit out of him if he did do anything and maybe that’s why he father let her go. She gently wrapped her fingers around his balled up fist stepping in front of him.

With her free hand she grabbed his face between her fingers, forcing him to look at her. “DJ.” she spoke in a stern voice “Anger is not going to make the situation any better what’s done is done, it can’t be fixed.” Her voice was strained almost as if she could feel his anger, his pain. “Punching things, yelling at people…it’s stupid.” she said staring straight into his eyes.


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"You don't get it do you?" She laughed harshly. "Nothing about my life is perfect." She shook her head, and her blue eyes locked on his. "How dare you assume it is." this pissed him off. He closed his eyes taking a breath but it. He threw his hands up as if giving up “What the fuck do you want from me Kit.” He yelled loud enough to startle some of the horses. He slicked his hair back, he could feel himself coming down from the high he’d been on. “You life isn’t perfect no one’s is I get that. I didn’t mean for you to take offence, figures I says something meaningless and that’s what set’s you off.” he continued “Fuck, I can’t do anything right can I” this was more him talking to himself.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to restrain the oncoming head ach. “I get it I royally fucked up when I left okay” his voice grew even louder, the fight from early collapsing on top this argument. “The world doesn’t revolve around this ranch. I didn’t leave because I thought I’d be fun to break your heart Kat.” He said matter of fact-ly closing the space between them. Any other girl would be scared of his unpredictable rage, but he knew Kittrina would stand her ground and he loved that about her. He knew then he’d said too much, he admitted to still having feelings for her, he’d cracked but only slightly.

“I need a drink” he breathed, looking her in the eyes before turning away before he could cause any damage to her of the surroundings. He walked back up the way he’d came, but he paused turning back to her, letting out a weak, strained laugh “I have to live with the choices I’ve made. Don’t think leaving you isn’t one I regret.” There he had said it, he figured why not he had just about said everything else. “Have a nice night Kitten.” He said truing back, heading for the door once again.

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“What the fuck do you want from me Kit?” He yelled, startling Lion from his sleep, and a few other horses. Tell him to be quiet Kitty. Her pony Pepper moaned. Shhh. She shushed him. She was a little startled by his anger, but not afraid. She wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Your life isn’t perfect no one’s is I get that. I didn’t mean for you to take offense, figures I say something meaningless and that’s what set’s you off.” She listened to his rage, staying perfectly still. “Fuck, I can’t do anything right can I?”

“I get it. I royally fucked up when I left okay?” She smirked slightly, watching him. It was rare he spoke so openly, and she wasn't missing any bit of it. “The world doesn’t revolve around this ranch. I didn’t leave because I thought I’d be fun to break your heart Kat.” She bit her lip, longing to ask the question: then why did you do it? But she didn't want him to shut down again. He was admitting to her that he'd still had feelings for her when he left, and possibly still did now.

She held her breath when he closed the space between them, and sighed softly. He was standing so close she could feel his breath on her cheek, and she wanted to kiss him so bad it hurt. She stood, perfectly still. Waiting. Wondering if he'd do it. “I need a drink." He breathed, and she bit her lip, knowing the moment had passed.

He turned and left her standing there in the dark, but he wasn't done just yet because he glanced back at her. “I have to live with the choices I’ve made. Don’t think leaving you isn’t one I regret. Have a nice night Kitten.”

Kitty stood there, watching him go. Watching his figure walk away from her. Her knees were weak, and she slid down the wall to sit on the ground, dropping her face in her hands. She moaned miserably, and let the tears come. She couldn't help it anymore. What was she supposed to do? Both of them wanted each other, and yet neither one of them could stand the other. It was like they were broken, and couldn't function like a normal couple.

She looked up again, tears rolling down her cheeks as he neared the door, and Olive opened it just before he did. Of course. Fucking Olive. She was probably throwing herself at him while she sat in a barn crying over him. Kitty rolled her eyes and wiped her cheeks. She was sick of crying. She wanted to do something. Something stupid and destructive.

She glanced towards her step-father's office, knowing he kept liquor in there. Maybe get roaring drunk? Who gave a fuck? Kit stood and walked into the office, grabbing the first bottle she saw, she popped the top and took a long swig, smiling as the warm liquid set fire to her insides. She'd drink until she passed out and they'd find her here in the morning. Hungover, but utterly unable to feel a thing. Kitty grinned and sat in her father's desk chair, kicking her feet up on his desk and taking another swig, letting her pain and emotions wash away with each drink.




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Damien looked up as she stepped in front of him and wrapped her small fingers around his fist. He looked at it for a moment in confusion. Why was her hand there? And why did it make his grip loosen and his heart beat?

She then grabbed his face with her other hand and turned it to look right at her. “DJ.” she spoke sternly, but gently. “Anger is not going to make the situation any better what’s done is done, it can’t be fixed.” He breathed deeply, listening to her voice, feeling his anger seep slowly... slowly away with every word she spoke. “Punching things, yelling at people…it’s stupid.” Finally, he was calm.

Damien smiled at her, standing there before him, utterly unafraid of his anger. Somehow she'd managed to calm him. Something Jamie, or anyone for that matter had never been able to do. He looked her in the eyes, and without realizing it, one arm slid around her waist, pulling her tightly to him.

He looked down at her, his heart pounding, knowing what he was doing was utterly stupid, but he had to do it. He lifted his other hand and slid it under her hair, to the back of her neck, pulling her face to his, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her.

Her lips on his were soft and warm. It was unlike anything he'd felt before. And certainly nothing like Jamie's kisses. It was what a kiss should feel like. He smiled against her lips and pushed her gently backwards, against the willow, kissing her deeper, gripping her tighter.

And then he pulled away, looking down at her in shock. "I'm..." He muttered, unable to speak. "I'm sorry... I.."

He looked away as though ashamed, and took a few steps back from her. He shouldn't have done that. She was so young. Only 16! Her father would kill him if he knew, and Jamie... Oh God, why was he always such an idiot?!

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Kittrina drank. And drank. And drank. Until she could no longer feel. Until she was blissfully unaware of anything. Dull. Dumb. Numb. The music in her ears kept fading between blaringly clear, and nothing but soft, repeating thuds.

When she finished the first bottle, she threw it down, letting it smash. She grabbed a second, even though she'd told herself she would only drink one. When she'd finished that one, she grabbed a third and stood. She didn't want to just sit like she though she was going to. She wanted to do something. She grinned and stumbled out into the stables, taking a sloppy swig as she made her way to Velvet's stall.

Kitty! Get to bed now! He yelled at her, and it made her head hurt. Horribly. She gripped her head and moan. "Oh shut up." She slurred. "Just be a horse for a few moments." She stumbled forward and climbed up onto his back with effort.

Once on him, she grinned and took another swig. She had to get away. Had to get somewhere they couldn't find her. Somewhere she could sleep and wake up with no worries.

The beach. It was perfect.

She smiled and leaned forward, so far she was almost laying on Velvet's back. She gripped his mane tightly, almost cursing herself for drinking so much, for she'd need balance, but that was why she'd picked Velvet. His ride was the smoothest, and he was wild. He wouldn't refuse her like she knew Lion would. "Go!" She barked at him a little roughly, and took another drink as he bolted off through the night.

The beach. She directed him with her mind, using all her concentration to keep herself balanced, laughing wildly at the way the wind hit her face, and Velvet thundered along beneath her. The ultimate adrenaline rush.

She raised up and took another drink just as Velvet's hooves hit the sand, and the impact of the much softer sand threw her from his back violently. She threw the bottle in her fall, and hit her head on a rock, effectively knocking her out.

She always had the most vivid dreams when she was drunk. And they never made sense. They were just a wild flashing collage of frightening colors, pictures, and sounds that made her wake up screaming and crying.

Kitty jolted awake and instantly regretted it. Her head pounded, and she was wet for some reason. Slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements, she sat up. The air smelled like salt, and she discovered that the reason she was wet was because she was on the beach, and laying half in the water. It was a wonder she didn't drown in her sleep. With an agonizing moan, she lifted her fingers to her head. Something was crusty, and she pulled her fingers back to look at them. They were red. Blood.

Kitty moaned miserably and dragged herself from the water, but that was as far as she could go. She collapsed on the warm, soft sand, and closed her eyes, smiling when Velvet trotted over and lay next to her. She curled herself up against him and let herself sob into the sand. About what, she wasn't totally sure, but one thing was clear. It felt so fucking good to cry.




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Damien looked down at Nikota and instantly regretted his words. She was hurt. That wasn't what he'd intended. He was just... Shocked. And emotional. And tired. He wasn't apologizing because he regretted kissing her. He was apologizing because he wasn't sure she'd wanted it. “Don’t worry Damien, I won’t tell.” He could tell from her voice that she was going to cry. He'd hurt her. And that hurt him. “Dustin’s a better kisser if that makes you feel any better,” He shook his head, wanting to explain, but she went on. “Don’t apologize, you know what? I should get to bed.” She then turned away from him, and he wanted to reach for her. “I’ll be the one to run this time.” That made him stumble back, a little hurt, and he groaned when he realized he'd lost his opportunity to explain. She was gone.

He stood there for a moment after she'd gone, remembering her lips, and the way he'd felt when he'd kissed her, and trying to sort it all out. But he eventually just gave up and turned away. It was time he got to bed too. He was exhausted, and doing stupid shit because of it.

He turned, leaving the spot and heading back to the house. Once there, he walked around the front and hopped in his pickup truck, starting the engine and driving off, towards the house him and Jamie shared at the edge of the D'Angelo property.

Once there, he hopped down from the car and headed up the front steps. He didn't want to go inside. She would be there, waiting for him. Waiting to yell at him, and he'd have to apologize. He wanted to be with Niki, not Jamie.

But he had to be here. It was his job. As a husband. As a father.

He sighed deeply and went into the house, walking down the hall. The living room light was on, and she was there, just as he'd expected, sitting in an armchair waiting on him. Only she wasn't awake. She was sleeping, with a box of tissues and their wedding photo on the floor. Her eyes were red, and she had mascara streaks down her cheeks. He sighed, feeling horrible.

Gently, he lifted the sleeping Jamie in his arms. She moan and curled into him. "Baby?" She asked sleepily, and he nodded.

"Yeah, I'm here hun." He reassured her as he carried her down the hall to their room and layed her on the bed. "Just go to sleep. I'm sorry about earlier. I'm excited. I really am." He lied. She smiled at him sleepily and kissed him slightly before falling instantly back asleep. He stood there, looking at her for a moment before sliding into the bed beside her and falling asleep.

"Damien. Damien wake up." Jamie's voice drifted through his dreams, and he woke with a start. "Relax honey." She said with a chuckle. "The girls are missing. Mr. D'Angelo's here. Get dressed and come out for some coffee."


Damien nodded lazily and stood, throwing on a pair of jeans and grabbing a t-shirt. He finished yanking it down over him as he walked into the kitchen, finding Mr. D'Angelo sitting at the counter with Jamie, drinking a cup of coffee. "What's going on?" He asked, voice thick with sleep as he poured himself a mug and sat down.

"My daughters are missing." Mr D'Angelo said, striking sudden fear into his heart.

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Character Portrait: Kittrina Del Character Portrait: Jessie Blackburn Character Portrait: Damien Fox

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Kitty cried and cried and cried. And when she finally stopped crying, it wasn't because she wanted to, but because she was dried up. There were no tears left, so she just heaved. Kitty.. Calm down. Velvet said gently. He was wild, and pretty dangerous, but when it came to Kitty, he was the most gentle creature on God's earth.

She moaned and sat up slowly, daggers stabbing her in the eyes, the temples, all the way down her back. Her head spun and she looked at her horse. Any idea how to get home maybe? She asked and he shook his head, standing to held her do the same.

I'm sorry Kitty. You made me run. I was confused. It was dark... I-

"Shut it." Kitty cut him off, though not trying to be rude, he was just making her head hurt. "It's okay," she mumbled, looking along the beach. On the sand was the bottle of vodka she'd dropped when Velvet had thrown her. It wasn't completely empty.

She smiled and used Velvet as support to stumble over and pick up the bottle before falling to her hands and knees again, puking violently. "Fuck." She hissed and sat back in the sand.

Kitty, please don't. Velvet begged and knocked the bottle from her hand, and she just rolled her eyes and picked it back up.

"Don't tell me what to do Velvet." She hissed. "There's no way home, and nothing to do, and I have a headache the size of Texas. I'll do what I want." To anyone else, she would look absolutely crazy, sitting on the beach with a bloody head, sandy, and wet clothes, and, above all... arguing with a horse.

Fine then I'll find my own way home. Velvet snapped back, obviously hurt by her cruelty.

Kitty didn't care. She didn't even turn around, simply listened to the sound of his retreating hooves as she knocked back more of the vodka, feeling the pressure on her head instantly lessen, she glared out at the waves. No one could find her here, and she didn't know how to get home. To most girls, that would be scary, but to Kitty, it was thrilling. She was all alone. No one expecting anything from her.

She stood and half-walked, half-stumbled to the water, wading in waist deep, allowing the waves to rock her back and forth, back and forth. Moving her body like the beat of a song, taking her where it wanted her to go, and she, too weak to refuse. She smiled slightly, taking another drink from the bottle and another step into the water, half hopping the waves would just whisk her away and she'd be free of this nonsense. Lost forever in the ocean.

Her thoughts were grave and dark, but Kitty didn't care. Instead of popping back one of her pills like she usually did, trying to numb them, she just let them wash over her. Like the waves of the ocean.




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Damien stood instantly. "They're missing?!" He yelled. "What the hell are we doing sitting around?!"

"Calm down honey. Finish your coffee, then we'll go get them. They were emotional last night, That's all. I'm sure they're fine." Jamie said, and that pissed him off.

He shook his head, biting back his anger, remembering what Kota had said. Now was not the time to punch something, or yell at Jamie. Now was the time to find those girls. "You don't understand." He said, shaking his head. She wouldn't, and that wasn't her fault. She hadn't been at the ranch long enough. "Both those girls are unstable. Emotional is not something to be taken lightly with them." He said, looking right at Mr. D'Angelo.

"We have to go now."

Without waiting for a response, Damien dashed from the house and hopped in his car. Mr. D'Agelo's car was there too, so him and Jamie would have a ride, but he wasn't waiting for them. He revved the engine and took off towards the main house.

He didn't get there though. He was stopped by the sight of Dustin and Jessie, so he stopped his truck and hopped down, making his way towards them. He shot an angry look at Dustin, wanting him out of there. Who even called him anyway?

He shook it off. That wasn't important now. Without saying anything, he pushed past them to where Niki's horse was, yanking wildly at his restraint.

As he approached him, Macho kicked, but Damien spoke shoothingly to him. He was a trainer. He'd worked with these horses every single day since he was fifteen, so finally the horse calmed enough to let him close. Damien inspected his fur and hooves and found multiple dirt clods, twigs, and leaves.

"She's in the forest somewhere." He said, as he approached the boys again, holding up a rather large twig with a leaf attached to it. He was about to hop in his car again when the sound of thundering hooves stopped him. He turned, seeing Kitty's horse bolting towards them through the field. It looked like Velvet.

He rolled his eyes. "Of. Fucking. Course." He hissed, shaking his head. Both girls had picked their craziest horses to runaway with. "Why couldn't they go for the mares?" He chuckled, as he trotted over to Velvet and struggled with him for a while before finally tying him up next to Macho.

"He's covered in sand!" He shouted to Dustin and Jessie. "The beach." He looked at Dustin. "You. With me in the truck. Jessie, he gestured to his ankle. Hopefully that thing will let you go a little ways. If you can, find Kitty. If not, send Mr. D'Angelo."

With that, he hopped in the truck and waited for Dustin before taking off towards the forest.

As he pulled up, he hopped out again, followed by Dustin, and headed into the thick trees, calling her name. Hopefully they'd find her before something serious happened.

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“Kitten!” She heard his frantic yell, but chose to ignore it. She might as well have been alone. Drunk and delirious. Completely oblivious to the fact that she was wading into extremely dangerous water. Or maybe she wasn't oblivious? Maybe her mind was purposely leading her to danger. Who really cared?

Suddenly, there were hands on her waist, and she was pulled from her thoughts as she was whirled around to face Jessie. She tried to fight him, but it didn't work. She was too weak, so she just gave in as he carried her back to the beach and set her down, soaking wet and shaking from the cold.

He pulled her to him and kissed her head, whispering sweetly to her.

She moaned in his chest and dropped the bottle to the sand. He was wet too, so he wasn't much warmth, but she didn't care. It felt good to be held by him.

Then his words registered. If your dead…I have nothing to live for...

Dead? She looked at the water, realizing it was high-tide. Noticing the way the waves slammed into the rocks violently, and winced. That could have been her. Thrown onto one of those rocks. Had she just tried to kill herself?

Again?

She started shaking again. Not from cold this time though, only Jessie wouldn't know that. He didn't know about her first suicide attempt. She'd made sure not to tell him, as she was afraid of what he'd think of her. How he'd judge her. "Don't let them put me in the hospital again..." She muttered, knowing it made no sense to him, but not caring. She remembered being in the hospital, forced to talk about her problems and swallow pill after pill. It was awful. "I'm not crazy."

Kitty pulled him tighter and looked down at the sand. At their feet, then she remembered something. "Shit!" She yelled, pushing him away from her. "Jessie! Your ankle thing! You'll go to jail you crazy bastard!" She shook her head and picked up her bottle again, taking a drink. "If I'm what you live for, why did you leave, you liar?" She asked, suddenly irritated again. She was irritated that he'd found her. That he'd ricked jail to find her. And now she wanted answers. She was sick of him keeping her on edge all the time, though she was sure that, once he got her back and she was sober again, the cycle would repeat itself.

It was never-ending, their cycle of love and hate.




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They drove in silence. For the most part. Until Dustin decided to open his mouth. “What the hell did you do to her? Jessie told me, she came in last night in tears after having left with you.” Dustin asked accusingly, and Damien gripped the steering wheel dangerously tight. He deserved it, he had been the one to make Niki cry, but coming from Dustin, he didn't feel shamed, he just felt pissed. “Don’t act like you know her D.” Damien stopped the car suddenly and turned towards Dustin.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll shut up now." He barked at the boy. "And you sure as Hell won't call me D again. You're not my 'homie' okay. You're a child. I was there before you ever were, so I'll act like I know her all I fucking want." He raised his hand, cutting Dustin off. "And don't even bring up the fact that I left. It was one year out of how many? Now. If you cared about her so much, your number one priority would be finding her. Not accusing or threatening me." He barked, starting the car again and taking off.

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After wandering around the forest for a while, Dustin found her and called out to him. Damien was irritated. Irritated that Dustin was the one who found her, and now Dustin was the one carrying her back to the car. He shook it off though. Kota looked sick, and all that mattered was getting her help.

He drove towards the house much too fast, and, when they arrived, Damien hopped down from the truck, went around the side, and took Niki from Dustin, carrying her quickly into the house.

He set her gently on the couch and hovered over her. Jamie, Olive, Mr. D'Angelo, and Mrs. D'Angelo were all in the kitchen, and her parents rushed in at the sight of him carrying her.

"Is she alright?" Mrs. D'Angelo asked, clearly concerned.

Damien looked her over. She smelled like liqour, and he pulled her empty pill bottle from his pocket and tossed it to Mr. D'Angelo. "Those dangerous?" He asked, watching the man. "Looked like she took a whole bottle. She puked most of it up, judging by where we found her, but if they're really dangerous, she needs medical attention now. If not, we can fix up her leg and she can stay here."

"They're dangerous." Mr. D'Angelo confirmed his fear.

"Fuck!" Damien cursed, throwing his hands in the air and looking down at Kota, lifting her gently again. "I'm so sorry." He whispered to her, so that no one else could hear. "This is all my fault."

He carried her back out to his truck and yanked Dustin out before setting her inside and walking around to the other side, hopping in, taking off at top speed towards the hospital.

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Character Portrait: Kittrina Del Character Portrait: Nikota D'Angelo Character Portrait: Jessie Blackburn Character Portrait: Damien Fox

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The ride to the hospital was less then miserable, she wasn’t even sure if it was real. Then her eyes fluttered shut the darkness overtook her, she fell into a deep sleep, much like the one she had before. Then once asleep she began to panic, of course no one could her hear from inside her own mind. All she knew is that the nightmares where coming, violent, vivid nightmares.

After a good hour or so of nothing from the doctors, despite both Dustin and Damien’s threats, a women emerged from Nikota’s room. “Mr. D’ Angelo.” She spoke calmly “May I have a word with you?” he nodded bracing himself for the worst. He heard the two boys trailing behind him. “Mr. Paul, Mr. Fox” she known the D’ Angelo family for years, she was their personal doctor and happened to be a close friend with Dustin’s mother. She glanced up to the two boys “Seeing as this is a personal matter.” She began “Unless Mr. D’ Angelo gives me the okay, you boys I’m afraid I cannot share this information with.” She glanced to Mr. D’ Angelo “It’s alright, there just as worried.” He said nodding gently. “There is good news and bad news which do you want first?” she said staring at Mr. D’ Angelo there was a unanimous vote for good.

“The good news is that she’s stable…for the moment. She’s awake, the wound on her leg was pretty deep but nothing to worry about, it Nothing a few stitches couldn’t fix.” She said calmly though her face turning into more of a frown at this point “The bad news is whatever triggered all this, cause her to back pedal. She’s more than likely going to have to go back to her therapy sessions and whether she likes it or not, she’s going to have to start her medication again.” She informed them. “She won’t take the medication, she’d stubborn like her mother.” Mr. D’ Angelo frowned gently “Let me put it to you this way, she glanced between all three of the men who stood in front of her, her tone lowering becoming even more serious “She either takes that medication or she’s going to end up killing herself.”

“Damn it.” Dustin breathed, shooting Damien a dirty look. “When can we see her?” Dustin said running a hand threw his hair.
The doctor smiled “Whenever you’re ready, but know that she is weak and I’m not sure how much she’ll want to talk. So were only allowing once visitor at a time.” She and with that the doctor turned making her way back down the hall.



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"Don't let them put me in the hospital again..." he heard her say, he was a little confused by this but he ignored it "I'm not crazy." she continued. “I know.” He said simply as if he knew what she was talking about, but he was a little more than confused. He felt her push away from him followed by her yelling about his ankle bracelet "If I'm what you live for, why did you leave, you liar?" that hurt, he knew she wasn’t in the right mind, but still the words hurt. He clinched his fists, trying his best to control his anger, there was no use in fighting with her, he needed to get her home, possibly to the hospital, judging by the blood he spotted on the back of her head. So sitting here and arguing wasn’t what he had in mind. Her question had confirmed the fact that she was still bothered by the fact he’d left as much as she tried to mask it, she couldn’t forget about it. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to come up with something to say that wouldn’t completely piss her off.

She was going to be the death of him, he sighed, he was going to have to break this time, for the first time. He’d have to be the mature one and actually open up. He feared if he didn’t she’d do something drastic and if something happened to her right in front of him he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. He knew she was unstable, they both were and he blamed that for the reason they couldn’t have a healthy relationship. Without realizing it he’d started to trace the tattoo of her name with his fingers. He wasn’t sure what to do, he couldn’t exactly run this time and more than anything he hated not having an exit.

“I’m sorry…” his whisper was lost in the loud clash of the waves crashing into the rocks and he knew she hadn’t heard, he’d barely head it. “I’m sorry Kittrina.” He said louder and he meant it. He wasn’t sure if he’d actually ever apologized to anyone. He grabbed her arm pulling her back to him, wrapping an arm around her waist, tightly as if she was going to disappear into thin air. He gently moved a few strands of her hair from her face. Gently placing his lips to her forehead, then unwrapping his arm from her waist placing his hands on either side of her face, locking his deep blue eyes with her. In one swift movement he brought their lips together, his heartbeat fastened and he kissed her hard, but somehow it was still tender. He felt the heat in his body rise, when he kissed her it was like everything around him ceased to exist, like they were the only two people in the whole word. No other girl could make him feel the way he did when he was kissing her. He pulled his lips away, pulling her into a comforting embrace.

“I’ll fix us.” He said promising “If it’s the last thing I do.” He almost regretted the promise as soon as he’d made if cause he wasn’t exactly sure he could them, he couldn’t fix himself for god sake. He knew even then as he held her, he was going to break her heart, but for now he meant it, he was going to try. "Now for the love of god would you please let me take you to the hospital or back home at least." he said of course lighting the mood like he always did.

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Kittrina watched as he struggled, taking a long time, though for once, she didn't push him. She knew this was hard for him. She watched as he traced the place where he'd had her name tattooed, and waited patiently for him to speak. If he didn't say anything, Kitty wasn't sure what she would do, but it would hurt more than anything, so she stood there, almost empty vodka bottle hanging forgotten at her side while she waiting for his answer.

His lips moved, but she didn't hear the words that had come out. The waves whisked them away from her, and for a moment, she almost cried, but then he spoke up again, louder this time. “I’m sorry Kittrina.” Kitty grinned and closed her eyes, drinking in the words, letting them replay in her mind. If felt good to hear that from him. She wasn't sure she'd ever heard it.

As many times as they fought, she'd only ever heard it once. The time where he'd pushed her into the coffee table and split her leg open, almost killing her. That night, at the hospital, he'd apologized over and over again. With her eyes closed, she absentmindedly fingered the scar on her thigh. Funny how she had to be close to death for her to get him to say he was sorry.

His fingers on her arm made her open her eyes again, and he pulled her forward, like he'd done at the house, only this time, he didn't let her go. He pulled her to him and wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her there. Her heart pounded, and she bit her lip, knowing where this was going. The bottle in her hands slipped from her grip, dropping to the sand with a dull thud, forgotten.

Gently, he moved some hair from her face, and Kitty smiled lightly. She loved when he was passionate and wild with her, but he was very rarely gentle with her, so it was nice when he was. He kissed her forehead, then grabbed both sides of her face with his hands. She smiled and reached for him, balling her hands into fists in his shirt and pulling him close.

Then he kissed, her and she melted. It was hard and desperate, like she was going to disappear any moment, but it was also tender and gentle. Like she was a fragile doll. She moaned softly into the kiss and leaned into him. It felt so damn good to kiss him again. It felt like too long since she'd last done so, and she never wanted to stop.

He was the first to pull away, pulling her close, leaving her out of breath and stunned. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself tightly to her chest. “I’ll fix us.” He promised her. “If it’s the last thing I do.”

Kitty laughed lightly against him. "I know you Jessie. There's no fixing us. We'll be broken again in less than a day." She said, shaking her head and leaning back to look at him.

"Now for the love of god would you please let me take you to the hospital or back home at least?" Kitty bit her lip. She was a little less drunk now. If anything, she was drunk on that kiss, not the liquor, and her head was still pounding, despite the rush she'd just gotten.

She looked up into his eyes. He'd never really told her why he'd left, but he didn't have to. She saw the fear in his eyes. He'd left because he was afraid. Though whether he was afraid of her or afraid of what he might turn her into, she had no idea. Either way though, she had to laugh. His leaving, had backfired on him. She'd turned into exactly what he was trying to avoid.

"Not the hospital." She said, touching her head gently. It wasn't bleeding anymore, it just hurt. The last place she wanted to go was the hospital. She doubted Jessie would tell them everything, but still... If he did, she'd be admitted to more therapies than she could count, and she didn't want to go through that again. "Not that shit again." She whispered, more to herself than to him before looking up at him. "Just home, please?" She asked, her eyes earnestly pleading with him not to take her to the hospital despite the fact that her head was pounding, and she could barely walk without tripping.




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The ride to the hospital was quiet, but tense. You could cut the tension in the cab with a knife. Dustin sat in the back, Niki was laying down across the passenger seat, head in his lap, and Mr. & Mrs. D'Angelo followed him closely in there own car. There was fear in the car as well so much that, it too, could be cut with a knife.

At least Dustin kept his mouth shut. If the kid tried to threaten him again, he wasn't sure what he'd do.

Once at the hospital, they took her away, and Dustin, the D'Agnelos, and him had to sit for what seemed an agonizingly long time, waiting for the results before the nurse finally came out.

She told them what had happened, and he'd caught Dustin's dirty look. He cursed himself under his breath. This was his fault. His stupid fault. He shouldn't have kissed her. Or... After he had, he shouldn't have taken it back. He doubted she wanted to see him. Doubted she really wanted to see anybody.

So he sat back and nudged her father. "You go in first. You're her father." He said as he sat back in one of the waiting chairs again. If she wanted to see him, she would ask for him.

Dustin sat next to him. "This is your fault you know." He said, this time it was less threatening, more matter-of-fact.

Damien nodded. "Yeah." He groaned. "I know, kid." He dropped his face into his hands, and sat back, blaming himself. He had half a mind to get up and take off. He hated seeing people in pain, especially when the cause was him. That's what he'd done the last time. Niki had been hurt by those men and Mrs. D'Angelo killed because he hadn't been there. It had freaked him out so he'd left.

He wouldn't do that again though. He had to be there this time, and not let Dustin swoop in and replace him.
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It was true, Nikota didn’t want to see anyone, especially her father. How could she do that to him, she was being selfish and there was no telling how tortured he’d been, first his wife then his daughter. She groaned a bit wishing she could go back to last night and instead of turning into a complete freak, she should have taken a breath and just slept it off. Then there was Damien who she was sure was beating himself up about this whole thing, she could have stopped him to she was Just as much at fault for what had happened. Her monitor beeped bringing her from her thoughts, she just wanted to go home not be here, here was the last damn place she wanted to be.

She heard a soft knock at the door, her eyes falling on her father. Underneath his eyes were dark as if he hadn’t slept and worry lines were present more so on his aged face.

“Daddy I…” he held a hand up interrupting her.

“Your alive, that’s all that counts don’t apologize. I’m not upset with you, this is something that couldn’t be helped. Your sister’s went missing to. Maybe me bringing Jessie back wasn’t the best idea.” He said sitting down next to her, placing his hand in her, she was cold almost as if she was dead and she more than likely almost was.

“Kitty’s missing?!” she gasped “We have to find her!” she glanced around as if mapping out how to escape.

“Relax Nik, Jessie text me a few moments ago, there headed back to the house now.” She let out a breath of relief at her father’s words, no she was just worried about her sister more than anything. Had she been smart she’d have been able to be there for Kitty instead of Jessie, she let out a small huff. Her father decide against telling her what the doctor had said about putting her back on her meds and making her go back to therapy, he figured that’s the last thing she wanted to hear. “La Mia Bella” he started with a smile “Your mother and I are going to head back home and check on your sister, Dustin and Damien are waiting to see you. One of them will more than likely be staying with you if you have to stay overnight.” He sighed not exactly wanting to leave his daughter in this condition, but he had even seen Kit and she was his daughter to by blood or not and there wasn’t much more he could do for Niki.

Nikota knotted “You should get some rest, you look tired.” She said softly “I love you.” She said as he kissed her forehead.
“Anch'io ti amo bambina.” Her father said in Itatlian, she understood most of the langauage, but she wouldn’t say she was fluet like Damien and her father.

“Dad” she called to him just before he closed the door “I want to see DJ. Not Dusty.” To this her father was suprised, but he nodded.

Making his way back out to the waiting room he galnced between the two boys, he could feel the tension between them. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you two.” He said standing in front of the boys “But you better sure as hell get over it.” Mr. D’ Angelo said almost thretening the two. “She wants to see you.” Dustin automadically assumed this meant him, he stood up but her father stopped him “Not you, Damien.” He saidglancing to Damien.



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He heard her say they’d be broken again in less then a day and he was relived that she had been the one to say it. Her request to go home instead of the hospital wasn’t a surprise to him, he nodded and picked her up once again. The tide had gone down enough now they could simply walk around the rock wall now. He carried her, with ease across the beach and back to the car opening the passenger side door, setting her down gently.

“Jay?” he heard a voice call from behind “Jessie Blackburn.” He debated on whether or not to turn around and knowledge the person, he wasn’t sure if this person was a threat to him or not. He looked straight into Kittrina’s eyes.

“Don’t move Kitten, don’t get out of the car.” He said in a low voice, before closing the door and turning to face the person.
He left out a breath of relief realizing it was one of his old friends or drug dealer who he use to hang around with before he left. They did there old hand shake that seemed stupid to Jessie now, but never the less he did it. They talked for a bit, Jessie telling him why he was back and where he was staying and just carrying on friendly conversation.

“Fuck Jay J, I thought you were never coming back” Jessie winced at the nickname, he hated it, but had used it as a sort of ales. “You and Kitty Kat at it again.”he asked, Jessie clenched his fist as he called her that he didn’t exactly like other guys, drug dealers nicknaming her. To everyone in his world she was his girl whether or not they were together and everyone knew better then to mess with her. The man could odiously see how agitated Jessie had become. “Well listen man it was nice seeing you, give me a call, you know i’ll hook you up.” He smirked handing a slip of paper to Jessie. He shoved it in his pocket, he would more then likely be using that later.

He made his way to the drivers side of the Jeep hopping in, shoving the keys into the ignition and backing out.

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Character Portrait: Kittrina Del Character Portrait: Nikota D'Angelo Character Portrait: Jessie Blackburn Character Portrait: Damien Fox

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Kitty smiled as he lifted her in his arms. It's funny how, when she was sober and he was on something, they couldn't function for their lives, but when Jessie was sober and she was drunk, they actually acted like a couple should. Well.. As close as they could get anyway.

He carried her to the jeep and set her down gently before a voice called him from behind. Kitty noticed the way he tensed up, and suddenly she was struck with fear. Who did he possibly think was behind him? Jessie was a dangerous guy, she knew that, but she wasn't afraid of him. That part of him excited her. She was afraid of his friend however, for, unlike Jessie, she didn't know them. They wouldn't go easy on her like Jessie would.

“Don’t move Kitten, don’t get out of the car.” She nodded, eyes wide, though she knew if Jessie was in danger, there was no way in hell she was sitting in the car helplessly.

As soon as he'd turned around, she crawled over to the drivers side and looked out the window, watching as Jessie approached a man she remembered vaguely as Jessie's friend. She watched their conversation, wondering how the hell he'd found them there, on the beach in the morning.

She couldn't hear what they were saying, but it didn't matter. She knew the man was a drug dealer, and it kind of irritated Kitty. When he turned away, she quickly slid back into her seat before he caught her eavesdropping and kicked her feet up on the dashboard as they drove home.

"It's Thursday." She said absentmindedly. "Party's tomorrow." She turned her head and smiled at Jessie. She loved parties, even though she had no doubt in her mind shit would go down, it was a good way to distract yourself from the hardships of daily life.




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Damien stood as Mr. D'Angelo came out and threatened them to knock off whatever rivalry was going on between them.

Damien looked at Dustin, not sure that was possible, but Mr. D had asked it, so Damien would try. “She wants to see you.” This made Damien sit down, and Dustin stand up. They both assumed the same thing. “Not you, Damien.”

Damien looked up, stunned that she wanted to see him, but not about to refuse.

He stood and went into her room, gently closing the door behind him. She looked small on the hospital bed, and again, he blamed himself for this. He went over and dragged a chair up next to her, taking a seat and looking her over for any signs that she might just disappear on him.

"You scared the shit out of me." He said, once he was sure she was okay. "But don't apologize. I'm the one who should say sorry."

He shook his head. "I don't know why I kissed you last night." He said with a sigh. "But I didn't say sorry because I didn't want to, or I didn't like it." He looked at her, hoping she was hearing his words. "I said sorry because it wasn't fair to you. It's not fair of me to put you in that position Kota." He said, looking down at his hands.

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"You scared the shit out of me." she couldn’t help but let out a small laugh "But don't apologize. I'm the one who should say sorry." he continued "I don't know why I kissed you last night." she rolled her eyes at this, but she didn’t interrupt "But I didn't say sorry because I didn't want to, or I didn't like it." He was fumbling over his words, she could tell he didn’t exactly know what to say. "I said sorry because it wasn't fair to you. It's not fair of me to put you in that position Kota." She could tell he was finally finished with his apology when his gaze fell to his hands.

“You deserved it.” She said lightly “being scared and all.” She half meant it. “And just in case you were wanting an answer to the mystery of why you kissed me…” she said looking at him, his eyes still on his hands “It’s cause you’re a boy and boys do stupid things.” She teased, trying to make him feel better she hated seeing him upset. “I mean look at Jessie, he’s a perfect example of stupid boys doing stupid things.” She scoffed at the thought of him.

She caught herself staring at him as the room fell silent and for the first time in her life she wished she was older, she wished Damien had fallen in love with her instead of Jamie…she wished she was Jamie. She hated herself for feeling this way, it was one meaningless kiss…right?

Bringing her from her thoughts, the door opened and Jamie peeked in, she had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, seeing her stupid smile. “Damien, Honey we should probably get going. Mr. D’ Angelo is going to want us back at the house to get ready for tomorrow.” She hated the way Jamie did that, the way she spoke to him almost as if he was a child and couldn’t think for himself and she wondered if she was the only one who realized she did that to him. She didn’t even acknowledge the fact that Niki was lying in a hospital bed, not that she wanted the girls sympathy to begin with.

She didn’t want to make him choose, whether or not to stay with her or go with Jamie, but in the same since she almost felt that if he left to go with Jamie it would prove that, the kiss was really meaningless and as much as it hurt maybe that’s what she need to see him walking away, that way she could just stop thinking about it.

Then Like always, her mouth spoke before she could stop herself. “Great, guess I’ll be spending the next few hours with Dustin, until they release me.” She frowned, rolling her eyes as she glanced up a Jamie.



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His mind still wondering how and why that guy had known it was him, it’d been a year, why would he even assume. Jessie could feel himself growing paranoid, no one knew how deep he had actually gotten himself after he left the ranch. He regreted it all now, being with Kitty again, he was putting her in danger just being around her. He heard her menchen somthing about the party being tomorrow and he realized he was gripping the steering wheel so tightly the blood had drained from his knuckles. He glanced over shooting him one of his famous smirks so she’d know he’d heard her and so she wouldn’t question him.

“Yeah, guess I better tell Olive she’s out of luck, seeing as we made up.” He knew this would piss her off, he was doing it again pushing her away. God Damn it, Jessie what the fucks wrong with you he yelled at himself, but he was never very good at listening to his contious “I mean I didn’t think we actually make up, you seemed pretty dead set on hating me so I asked her to go to the party with me.” He admited. “I mean that is of course if you want to go with mem otherwise I’ll still go with her.” He said hoping she would want to go with him.

The girl was pretty, but she was so... dense, he couldn’t carry on a conversation with the girl for the life of him unless it revlved around One Direction or the horses. He pulled up outside the house and before she had the chance to answer he got out of the car, walking around the front and opening her door for her. “By the way” he started “Niki’s in the hospital, she’ll be home later this evening.” He sighed having, Mr. D’ Angelo having told him when he text him about finding Kitty. “Thought you should know. Apperently you and her both decided to take off on us last night.” He frowned gently offering his hand to her.

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“You deserved it.” She said, making him nod. He knew he did. “Being scared and all.” She paused for a second. “And just in case you were wanting an answer to the mystery of why you kissed me…” She said, and he fought the urge to look up. “It’s cause you’re a boy and boys do stupid things.” She teased, him, making him laugh slightly and look up at her with a smile. “I mean look at Jessie, he’s a perfect example of stupid boys doing stupid things.” Damien rolled his eyes and laughed. She had that right.

Almost as soon as it had appeared though, his smile vanished, and he looked away again. He could feel her eyes on him, and he could feel the silence like a heavy raincloud. Both of them thinking the same things. Wishing for things that were impossible. And hurting because of it.

Then the door opened, and Jamie stood there, looking as beautiful as ever, though somehow, to Damien, she no longer seemed... Important. Like he no longer lit up when she came in the room, he was more dreading it. “Damien, Honey we should probably get going. Mr. D’ Angelo is going to want us back at the house to get ready for tomorrow.” He clenched his fists slightly, and then loosened them again, irritated by the way she hadn't even said anything to Niki. She was lying in a hospital bed, for heaven's sake!

“Great, guess I’ll be spending the next few hours with Dustin, until they release me.” Damien looked at Niki and shot her an extremely sympathetic look, but he found something in her facial expression he hadn't expected. It was expectation. Like she was waiting on him for something, and he looked at Jamie.

She wanted him to choose to stay with her rather than go with Jamie. It kind of surprised him. Not because of her, he knew she prefered him to Dustin, but because the thought of refusing Jamie hadn't even come to mind.

He smiled sweetly up at his wife. "I think I'll stay here and keep Niki company. She's more important than some silly party." He laughed lightly and ran his hands through his hair. "Take Dustin with you. He's a strong kid. He'll be able to do heavy lifting and all that hard stuff instead of me. Tell him Niki wanted him to. I'm sure he'll jump at the chance."

Jamie shot him an angry look, and then glanced between the two of them, somewhat suspiciously, before leaving, closing the door rather hard.

Damien rolled his eyes and looked at Niki. "You're right." He said, leaning back in his chair with a smile. "Boys are stupid. Especially your pet lap dog Dustin out there."




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“Yeah, guess I better tell Olive she’s out of luck, seeing as we made up.” He said, making Kitty flare up. “I mean I didn't think we'd actually make up, you seemed pretty dead set on hating me so I asked her to go to the party with me.” She rolled her eyes and ignored him for the moment, choosing to simply roll down the window and hang her arm out. She didn't want to deal with his bullshit. “I mean that is of course if you want to go with me, otherwise I’ll still go with her.”

They pulled up to the house not a moment later, and he crossed around the car to open the door for her. She turned, facing him with an eyebrow raised sarcastically, as if to say: When did you become a gentleman? “By the way,” he said, and something about the way he said it made Kitty drop her snarky look. “Niki’s in the hospital, she’ll be home later this evening.” Her eyebrows shot up in concern. “Thought you should know. Apparently you and her both decided to take off on us last night.”

Kitty groaned and pushed him out of the way, hopping down from the car. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" She hissed, speaking mostly to herself. "I should have been here."

She walked briskly towards the house, then turned, remembering Jessie and his question. "I'll go to the party with you Jessie." She said with a half-hearted smile as she looked at the ground. "But let's face it. You'll probably be in Olive pants by the end of the night anyway." She shrugged and looked right at him, knowing this statement would probably cause another fight, but not really caring.

It was true. The moment he was drunk or on drugs, he turned into the biggest asshole on the planet. Sometimes when he was sober, he was that way too. Though it wasn't like he was all to blame. She could be a real bitch most of the time too. She was always provoking him, turning him into an asshole. Though there were times, like the beach, when she could make him act sweet and gentle as well. And he did the same to her. He drove her absolutely insane, to the point where she'd drunk herself almost to death and run away. But he could also make her extremely happy. An emotion she rarely felt.

They brought out the best, and the worst in each other, and Kitty had always heard that meant that they were in love, but she wasn't sure. She'd always figured she was too broken to love. And that's why her and Jessie never really functioned. Because they were both broken beyond repair, and they both really wanted to love, but their inability to function kept getting in the way.

Like now. All she wanted was for Jessie to kiss her again, like on the beach, hard and fast, yet gentle and passionate at the same time. But here she was, probably picking another fight. The cycle kept repeating itself.