7. TRAUMA BONDING

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7. TRAUMA BONDING.


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KITTY RELUCTANTLY THREW HER APRON off and shoved it in her locker. Swapping it out for her leather jacket. She slipped her arms into the jacket, shrugging it onto her back as she walked out the backdoor, heading towards Richie's car. She spotted him already sitting in the passenger seat, his arms folded across his chest, a scowl on his face. He looked like a moody teenager sitting in the passenger seat waiting for his parent to come outside. It made Kitty roll her eyes and regret ever agreeing to do this as she opened the driver's side door, catching Richie's attention as she climbed inside. Keeping her eyes looking out of the windshield and ignoring the mess inside.

Wordlessly, Richie passed her the car keys. She turned the ignition on.

"This is fuckin' bullshit," Richie muttered bitterly, shaking his head.

As Kitty reversed the car she nodded at him, "At least we can agree on that," She said, ignoring as Richie glanced her way, instead, she just looked behind her as she reversed out onto the road. 

"I wasn't expecting company, by the way," Richie stayed, "These Arby's cups are from different visits.

Kitty shrugged, "I couldn't care less."

For the rest of the journey, they both kept quiet. With Richie occasionally glancing over at Kitty, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something but then closing it again and looking away whilst shaking his head. Surprisingly to Kitty, he hadn't lashed out once during the drive, seemingly having calmed down. 

"Where is this shit?" Richie muttered as they walked through the hardware store. Both of them looking around to find their desired product.

"I mean, you can always ask someone where it is," Kitty muttered.

"No, no, no, no. I can find this myself," He shook his head, leading her through the store.

"Clearly," She muttered.

"I can't believe I'm takin' fuckin' orders from a toddler right now," Richie complained, his anger rising once more, "My entire life I had to listen to everybody, acting all worried 'bout him all the time. 'He's a baby. Don't get Carmen into trouble', you remember that shit?" He briefly glanced over his shoulder at Kitty.

She nodded at him. Sighing tiredly.

"I was a baby too, once, Kitty. Nobody gave a fuck," He muttered bitterly, "He's givin' me crap about not letting him work at the restaurant when he was a kid. You think I give a fuck where that dude works? Fuckin' Mikey."

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