salted wound |sameena|

nine.

~TW - mentions of abuse and rape.
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it had been a rough week, full of both the blonde and brunette overthinking. having to see each other didn't mend anything, every time they were around each other is was nothing but dead silence.

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kate knocks on the familiar white door with chipped paint and a golden handle.

deena opens it, much to kate's surprise she wasn't lounging around in her pajamas with messy. she looked clean, not like she had just been utterly devastated for a week.

deena stares puzzled. "uh, kate? what are you doing here?" deena asks, moving her hands in her jacket pocket.

kate smiles, "i'm here to take you to school, for once. least i can do dee."

"alright, let me get my shit." deena leaves the doorway absent as she gathers her items for school.

"hurry up ladykiller, cant be late to class." kate giggles.

deena sighs getting into the passenger side, "not sure if i deserve the title of 'ladykiller' after this horrendous week."

"trust me, you do." kate says starting the car.

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sam steps down her ancient wooden steps, carefully due to the fact she was still in a groggy state.

once she walks into her kitchen she is hit with the ringing from the home phone.

"this is the fraser residence." she says with a monotone voice.

"hey there, there's a get together at my place tonight. i expect to see you there, babe." zeke finishes.

"zeke i just have a shit load of work tonight,"

"i said i expect to see you there, don't disappoint me samantha." zeke sternly grunts as the line cuts out, he hung up.

sam pinches her forehead with her hand, sighing.

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kate rummages through her backpack, she places her heavy textbooks in her locker.

"uh, kate?"

kate turns her head to a taller blonde girl standing her awkwardly, her fingers intertwined, and her biting her lip.

"sam, just go away." kate rolls her eyes slamming her locker.

"kate, please. i need to make up to deena." sam frowns.

"oh wow that's funny, because i really don't think she cares." kate laughs.

"i'm asking you as her best friend, i need to apologize. please, i was drunk." sam sighs after, looking down at her shoes.

"just be genuine. just so you know, i'm not buying your bullshit. not for one minute, fraser. you don't like deena, you're not real friends with her." kate stiffly walks away.

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sam walks up to the similar house she's been to many times, deena's.

she tightly grips the paper bag that's holding a cheeseburger from deena's favorite burger joint.