"I didn't know you could reach that high." Johnny said, and her ever-changing eyes flashed red for a brief moment as her anger at the short joke flared up, and then died down. Short jokes always bothered her, but she'd been living with them all her life, so she'd grown used to them. She just raised her eyebrows and waited for him to get to the point about what he was going to change her, her eyes rapidly sliding through a multitude of colors, indicating her impatience. "Let's tell the crowd what they've won." He said, and Kitty bit back a smile, rolling her eyes, watching him dig through his pocket. "Uh, looks like a nickel there, and two dimes I think.. wrong pocket." He said, and she shot daggers at him, ready to just walk away, when he pulled a wad out of the other pocket and handed it to her. "That's ten. Don't forget the grand prize." He held his arms out and pointed to himself as she quickly counted through the roll. "A night with the one and only, Johnny Roy! I don't know who we're shooting, they'll tell us when we get there."
Kitty stopped in her counting to look up at him from under her eyelashes, a smirk on her lips, eyebrows raised. "Don't be so cocky Johnny Roy, not everyone likes your company you know." She teased as she thought about what he was asking. He wanted her to go with him, her family's enemy, and shoot some unknown person, or people, for a handful of cash he just happened to have in his pocket, for a reason she didn't even know. Any normal person would decline. It was sketchy. Way sketchy.
"I'll do it." She said without so much as blinking, pocketing his money. She was up for a little crazy. Her iris's danced an electric green, indicating her excitement.
"Alright lets go." Johnny said, nudging her along with an arm on her back and she followed, even though it was probably a really bad idea.
"Alright fine, but if the cops get us, I'm telling them you forced me. I've got this whole 'daddy's girl' act, I've got to keep up." She smirked as she walked off with him and his brother. If her dad, or even her older brothers saw her right now, they'd probably shoot her, but she didn't really care.
"L...I am not sure if I am happy about this...I don't know how I will be able to tell the rest of the family" Lyric nodded understandingly, listening to her sister. "Im telling you Lyric because I can trust you, I don't want everyone to know yet. Especially Dad or our brothers." At that, Lyric smiled and mimed herself zipping her lips shut and throwing the key away.
"Don't worry sis, I know how to keep a secret." She said kindly, before letting Dani continue.
"The father...the father is an Echo, Henry Echo, the oldest of the Echo Family. I was so drunk that night I didn't know it was him until the next morning when I woke up beside him, I snuck out before he woke up. He probably doesn't even remember the night. I don't know what to do Lyric..."
Lyric let out a hiss of breath, and leaned back on the couch, running her hands through her hair. Now she could see why her sister was so scared about this, and why Lyric was the only one she could tell. Lyric didn't hate the other families like most of the others did. She didn't like them, because she thought they were violent, but she didn't hate them either. She didn't feel a rivalry between herself and the others, but the problem was, the rest of her family did. Especially their father and Johnny. They would be furious with Dani if they knew, and might even shun her from the family. This was huge.
Lyric breathed deeply, trying to come up with a logical response. "Okay." She said quietly, turning towards her sister after she said something about the Morgenstern girl she ran into, who she now knew was named Brookella.
She looked at her sisters face, and could see the fear there, so Lyric grabbed her hands and held her eyes, hoping that her own steadyness might help Dani a little. "Okay Dani, here's what you have to do. You have to take this one step at a time." Lyric pulled out her phone and placed it in her sister's hand, still holding her other hand. "And to me, the first step is that you tell the father. He has a right to know." She glanced at the phone, then back up at Dani. "And... I would do it in person. Not over the phone. Invite him over and tell him. If you want, I can leave, but if you need me to, I'll be right here in the background for you." She smiled gently at Dani. If there was anything she knew well, it was fear, and she felt aweful that her sister had to go through this right now.
"Once that's over, we'll get to the next step, but, like I said, you have to take this one step at a time." The hand holding Dani's squeezed ever so slightly, reassuring her. "And you're not alone. I'm totally here for you anytime you need me."
Willow was upstairs in her and her husband's room cleaning when a loud slam made her jump. Instantly she knew it was Brook. That girl always made an entrance, and an exit. She really didn't want to go downstairs and run into the girl. She knew she would only just shrug her off, and the thought of being in the house alone with a girl who could suddenly explode and, possibly kill her, quite frankly, frightened her.
She was tempted to go to her door and lock it.
But she didn't.
Brooke was making quite the noise downstairs, and Willow was curious. So she left the room and went downstairs, entering the kitchen softly, and announcing her presence with a soft "hello", as not to startle Brooke. She seemed to be upset about something, but Willow couldn't exactly tell what so she stepped into the room fully to see what she was doing.
She was making coffee and toast while rummaging through the freezer. When Brooke pulled away from the freezer, Willow saw the bruise and her eyes widened. "Brook." She gasped slightly. "Are you okay? Did you get in a fight?" She asked as she came into the kitchen, automatically concerned, she stepped up to the girl and lightly grazed her forehead with her fingertips before she remembered that Brook hated her. And so she probably didn't like to be touched by her.
So Willow stepped back, giving her room as she grabbed a cereal box and milk, making cereal for herself. "Are you alright?" She asked, not looking up from pouring her cereal, afraid of the reaction she'd get, and the dirty look she'd find there, on the girl's face.