Burning - [Isaac Lahey] (ON HOLD TEMPORARILY)

14|| Dinner and 20 Questions

CHAPTER 14

- Kenna's POV -

Standing over my bed I pulled a red shirt and slid into a pair of jeans, plonking my butt on the bed. Selecting a playlist that Erica helped me make on my phone I hit play and set it aside, grabbing my hair curler.

Attempting to reach around the back I sighed and turned to the door before sitting down, "Can someone help me out?".

I gave a quick glance to the doorway as I heard the steady approach of footsteps, "What do you need?" my brother asked as he walked up and sat next to me.

"Can you help?" I pointed to the back of my hair, "it won't be as good as Peter but you've done it twice before" I chuckled sadly and handed him the curler.

"You're thinking about him aren't you?" Derek glanced at me with a calm expression, I nodded and let my eyesight fall to the ground.

"You know he was never angry at you Kenna... I know you probably think he was but his twisted cold heart could never do that, he would have done so much to prevent you getting hurt. It's the only thing I found admirable about him in the end" Derek said as he gently grabbed my hair.

"Were you? ....Were you angry at me? I asked with curiosity and guilt.

"I think in the beginning I blamed you because everyone else died from something you could control, but I eventually realized that we were both just careless kids and I was at just as much fault as you were" my brother stated.

"Derek?" I hummed as I pulled my makeup out.

"Yes?" he responded while curling the hair.

"Do you think he's proud of me?" I lightly frowned at the thought.

"Incredibly proud" he patted my shoulder and handed back the curler.

"Good" I smiled contently as I did my makeup.

"Good luck with the dinner" he gave me a small hug from behind before leaving out the doorway.

"Thanks!" I grinned.

Pulling out a gold necklace pendant I then placed it around my neck with an intense struggle and slipped on a pair of black shoes then placing a pair of fabric gloves on.

As I stood up grabbing my bag I strode out towards my car, eagerly starting the vehicle and typing the address into my phone.

Bursting out of the shadows I turned onto the street and hit a trash can as I went, looking at the can roll to a stop through the mirror I gave a small shrug.

"No one can prove it was me" I said to no one in particular.

Turning up the radio I continued on my way through the streets and occasionally screaming at the GPS. Carefully parking the car by the road outside of the house, I then grabbed the box of chocolates and got out with  my bag.