Elena Montgomery
"Yes, Dad. I got your...presents," Elena chose to say as she eyed the gun her father had left in her bag upon his departure last week. She hadn't even realized he snuck anything in her suitcase until after he was gone. While she knew her father meant well in his decision to leave behind a gun, it felt more like a shackle to a past she'd rather forget.
Upon arriving in Bellingstone, Elena did not think to ever mention her incident at Drexel University. It was a memory she shoved into the back of her mind and when asked of her college experiences prior to attending her college now, she only spoke of some of the most random and mundane instances. It was not that she was still haunted by what happened to her. It was that everyone else seemed to be haunted by it. Her mother called her incessantly, her father continues to beg for her to take kickboxing classes - which she actually was beginning to consider - and her childhood companion decided to follow her to Bellingstone out of protection. Loving is what they call their constant fussing over her. Smothering is what Elena would call it.
"It's not that I'm not appreciative of it, Daddy," Elena explained as she poured herself a cup of coffee. The heavenly aroma of Folgers coffee, a hot beverage her grandmother glared at with distaste when the woman was alive, was comforting at this point in time. Elena had been awake since five this morning for reasons still unknown and had been stuck typing on her laptop. "I just think that you're overreacting." And Elena knew that was the wrong thing to say the minute it escaped her full lips because her father then emerged into a long speech about protection and something else that was not relevant to Elena.
Elena would never want anyone to think that she was ungrateful for the love and affection she was recieving. On the contrary, she adored it and adored the people who gave it to her. But it was coming to a point where it's been a year since she moved to Bellingstone and it seemed that every other conversation alluded to almost being raped. Was that a tragic event? Yes. Did that tragic event need to be reiterated at every point in Elena's life? No.
"Yeah, I understand. But I gotta go. Love you," Elena said in one breath and hung up before her father could continue his tired out speech. Elena sighed and ran a tired hand through her slightly tousled hair. This was only the beginning of her day. It was Sunday and her mother would more than likely call her directly after Mass. And Kat...Kat would be here in...three...two...one
Knock! Knock! Knock! Elena rolled her eyes irritatedly before calling to the front door of her apartment to tell the other person that it was open. Even Kat knew that Elena's door would be open this morning; she called to let Elena know she'd be coming over. Her raven-haired Latina friend, who surprisingly had pink streaks in her hair today, waltzed into Elena's kitchen wearing an attire that would make Elena's mother cringe and possibly cause her grandmother to have another stroke if the woman were still alive.
"What are you wearing?" Elena asked. Kat - Katherine, as Elena was not allowed to call her - twirled in her little...get-up. It consisted of a tighter than life corset that let the entire world know that Kat was blessed by the Mother Goddess with two watermelons as breasts, a barely-there pencil skirt with fishnet tights underneath, a random and oversized red plaid shirt that acted as a jacket but merely had Elena raising her eyebrows, and black ankle-high boots. Okay, maybe Elena was a tad bit overdramatic with the breasts, but still.
"Vintage." Elena almost choked on her coffee.
"Really? I was thinking tramp." Kat chuckled at Elena's dry sense of humor and taste. She plopped herself on the dining room table and smirked at Elena.
"Ouch," Kat purred and Elena rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a prude, Lena. It's fashion."
"Fashion is subjective. This is Dracula's reject daughter," Elena shot back, gesturing to Kat's short skirt and corset mostly. Kat ended up laughing at Elena's exclamation as she always did. After all, it wasn't as bad as Elena was making it out to be and Elena knew that. Kat was just letting her blow off steam. Elena sighed at that realization. Any other girl would've been smacked sideways if they had said that to Kat. "Soo...what do you want?" Kat exhaled dramatically.
"Can't a girl just come visit her bestest friend on random?" No, you cannot, Elena thought in response. It's Sunday and Sunday is Kat-wants-to-play-day. At Elena's raised eyebrow, Kat's grin widened into an almost feline smile and Elena instantly found herself regretting waking up. "Shopping."
Yep, Elena was gonna need more coffee.