Nikota was done, she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. Everything had seemed to fall apart in the past 72 hours. She felt everything spinning out of control and if there was one thing Niki hated more than anything was feeling out of control.
She watched as Kat removed herself, the gun, and her shoes from the situation. Disappearing into her studio and Niki had a pretty good idea what she’d be doing in there and she was half tempted to join her. Niki wasn’t big on doing drugs like Jessie, but on occasion, at parties she’d experiment a little.
She ignored Jamie and Damien’s conversation as she walked towards Jessie who still seemed to be in a daze. She stopped in front of him and he didn’t seem to notice her.
“Next time you decide you want to turn into the Hulk an fuck every ones night up…don’t do it here.” She warned him “You’re not a fuck up Jessie, you just really need to get your act together.” She said in an honest tone before continuing into the house.
Dustin sat in the Kitchen, Olive on his lap as the two of them made out, in a drunk daze. Niki scoffed she was fairly certain neither one knew who they were actually making out with. She rolled her eyes as she headed up stairs towards her room, she changed out of her dress, looking over herself in the mirror, this time looking past her scars to the bruises that covered her torso and back from falling off Macho earlier.
She tugged a plain black V-neck over her head and slipped on a pair of black yoga shorts. She made her way back down the stairs, and into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of rum and a glass.
“Make sure you use a condom.” She said plainly as she passed the two and headed into her mother’s studio, she didn’t bother locking the door like she normally would. She sat down on the piano bench, the room feeling lonely now without Damien. She poured the rum into the cup taking a large drink wincing as it burned down her throat and warmed her insides.
Her hands began to dance across the keys like they had before only this time [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vI-_EjA6RkQthe song[/url] was depressing, which in return only made her loneliness worse, she took another huge drink as she continued to play.
Jessie watched Kat go unable to stop her, why should he, if anything he needed to go lock himself in his room and off himself. He rubbed the back of his neck, dazed from everything that had just happened, still not sure if by some chance he was going to wake up from all of this and it was all just a bad dream. Hadn’t everything been okay just a few hours ago how had it gone from okay to complete hell.
“Next time you decide you want to turn into the Hulk an fuck every ones night up…don’t do it here.” He heard Niki but he couldn’t bring himself to look at her he just let her say what she wanted, hell if she would have hit him he would have stood there and let her without a single word. “You’re not a fuck up Jessie, you just really need to get your act together.” her words caught him off guard and he just shook his head in disagreement.
He glanced to Kat’s studio, where she had disappeared to. God only knows what she was doing in there and it was all his damn fault. Finally he willed his all of a sudden aching body to move towards the studio. All of the pain from the fight with Damien and the beating from his father rushed in and he felt as though he’d been hit by a train.
Not even half way to her studio, he could already hear her music blaring and he recognized it as the music the two of them use to listen to together when they’d drop acid. He regretted introducing her to that drug now. He limped and held his ribs as he continued up to the door seeing it was creaked open. He knew going in there was against Kat law, even when they’d been
serious before he’d left, she still didn’t allow him in there, but this was different, he had to see her, he had to know she was okay and she hadn’t finally decide to kill herself over what he’d done tonight.
He slowly pushed the door opened peaking inside before fully stepping in and closing the door behind him.