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Ch: 03

LEIA | ADAMOS

Sometimes I love my brother and sometimes I'm reminded as to why we never usually get along.

Right now, I'm not just being reminded. There's a fucking giant holding a big red sign in front of me, telling me why we don't get along.

"What is the matter with you?" I yell from the outside of the car, trying to keep up with it.

"What's the matter with me? What's the matter with you?" Kylo shouts back.

"You left me standing and the front gates for an hour!"

"You seriously thought I was gonna come pick you up after the shit you pulled this morning?" My brother gestures to the slash on his left arm.

I walk a little faster, since Kylo's picking up the pace. "Well, yes! Why would you expect me to know the way home on my first day?"

Kylo scoffs. "You made it this far, didn't you?"

"I don't even know where I am!" I yell, getting some bystanders to stare at me, the crazy girl walking along with a car by the road. Calming down a little, I look Kylo in the eyes as he stops the car completely. "Can you drive me back to the apartment?"

Kylo removes his sunglasses, despite there not being any sun out today. "No. I gotta get to Jenna's, it's the complete opposite way of the apartment so...sorry."

I glare at my brother, wanting to wring his neck for choosing to go spend time with one of his weekly girlfriends and leaving me to figure out the way home on my own, in an area I barely know.

"You know what?" I say, chucking my backpack through the window of his car and kicking the side of it harshly. "Fuck you and fuck Jenna! I seriously hope that your cut gets infected and you have to chop it off!"

"Did you just kick my car?"

I repeat my actions, kicking it even harder. "Yeah, I just did."

"You're a little fucking brat, that's what you are."

"I'm surprised you even pay enough attention to me to notice what I am."

My brother clenches his jaw, giving me one last death stare before he places his foot on the gas, driving down the road and far away from me. In the distance, I see him throw something out of the driver's side window, and it's not until I see a van run it over that I realise the 'something' Kylo threw was my backpack.

I huff, trying my utmost best not to cry as I begin to march down the street, trying to figure out how to get home. Lucky for me, it's only 4PM so it isn't dark outside at all. I'll most likely be safe for the next two or so hours.

If I had the money to, I'd definitely just get a taxi and tell the driver to take me to my apartment, but I've got nothing but a few pennies in my purse. The only other way I could rack up some cash to afford a taxi ride is by begging and that is not an option.

So I walk.

I take turns that I hope are correct, avoid all the sketchy looking alleyways and make sure to stay out in the open so I don't get snatched up by a predator. Though I doubt any New Yorkers would care if a child were to get kidnapped on the street anyway.

Another hour later, I find myself back in Queens. The only reason I know this is because I can see strings of webs that most likely belong to Spider-Man, who only seems to go out on patrol in the Queens area.

Despite me living in this borough, I have no idea where to go in order to get to my apartment block.

"Hey, are you alright?" I hear Spider-Man's voice ask and I look up to see him perched on top of a lamppost.