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.
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.