Kitty Pryde is a regular 19 year old kid, well except she can walk through walls. Currently attending Midtown high as one of the oldest students that has ever attended, a side effect from moving from foster parent to foster parent. Shes the most kin...
At some point during the ride to the compound I must have passed out, because the next thing I know, I am in a bed that is definitely not mine. Quickly sitting up, I felt lighter and less constricted. Eyes widening as I pat down my jumper covered body, flipping off the covers the truth starts to sink in. "Oh he better not have." The words fly out of my mouth as I look at my bare stocking-less legs, and my hands holding my corsetless body. Head swiveling from my clothes to my surroundings I notice I am in a man's bedroom. Very sparse and dark decor is dotted around, a lot of natural lighting from the floor to ceiling windows on my left, brighten up the place.
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Just as I am finishing looking around the room, a knock on the door to my right, ricochet's through the room. "Erm... Come in?" I say not really knowing what to do. Wiping the dust from the corners of my eyes, Steve's head pops into the room just as I was covering myself up with the covers. Once he sees that I am fully awake and decent, he slowly walks through the threshold, tray of food in hand.
"Hey, Wanda made breakfast, I thought you would be hungry." He said walking further into the room.
My knees come up to my chest. "Tell Wanda thank you, but I'm not hungry."
Setting the tray on the bed, he sits down with it. The tray becoming a barrier between the both of us. "Kitty you need to eat something-"
"Don't." I say, shaking my head, trying to keep my tears at bay.
"Don't what?"
"Don't act like everything is okay, don't act like you fucking care." Hugging my legs closer my head falls on top of my knees not being able to hold it in any more.
"You don't think I care? What would you call last night?!"
"You ruining my life! Ruining my job, flirting with your girlfriend right in front of me. Using me! Forcing me to come to this compound when I have a perfectly good apartment!"
"I'm sorry to tell you this but your apartment is a shit hole, the door doesn't even work properly. For the accusations about me using you, I would never." I just scoff at his lame excuses. "And for your information me and Sharon-"
Get out." My voice shakes. I can't listen to this, to him, talk about his love life like I meant nothing. When he doesn't move I scream it just to make my point. "Get out!"
Tears are now free falling down my face as I lift it up, showing the destruction Steve has done. He slowly stands up from the bed, I could see in his eyes that he is feeling the way I look right now, betrayed. At the last second he turns around and walks out the door, leaving the tray of food behind. Closing the door behind him, I let out all the emotions I was so terribly holding back.
Falling back onto the bed and under the covers, I wallow in my own self pity. Unable to keep my heavy eyes open I struggle to stay awake. The last thing I see is darkness, either sleep taking over me or death, I don't care.
