Kodai was tapping her fingers on the table in front of her, knife in her other hand. She was bearing down, digging into the table with it. Her mother frowned. "Aren't you going to hurt the furniture like that?" It was asked timidly, and Burn was staring at the floor rather than look at her. This last time her father had gotten angry had pushed her mother even further into her shell. Kodai hated Tyrone. Actually, she hated them both. "No." She paused, eyes boring into Burn. "What's wrong with you?" She threw the knife at the wall. "You idiot. You always let him push you around. You're sick, and you make me sick. Get out." Burn blinked, staring at her for a second. "GET OUT." She ran for the door and left.
