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Home, Sweet Home.

"None of my stuff is here, it's all at Chris's," I said to Manny as I hobbled up the stairs to our apartment. My knee was in a brace and it was hard to move.

"You have some stuff here. I figured you wouldn't want to stay there anymore, so I got your clothes and make-up and junk like that. I can get one of the guys to bring the other stuff by later," she said as she threw her body weight against the door to open it. It was stubborn. I nodded when she looked at me. "And Kuza wants to come over, he's bringing his bassist."

"Okay," I said, hobbling to the bathroom.

"What're you doing Kari?" She called after me.

"I need to put make-up on," I said truthfully. I hated my face without make-up.

After half an hour of concealer and eyeliner and four different eye shadows and eyebrow drawing,  which I finally got right for once, I went to my room and changed. My doctor said I could take my brace off, but I ended up needing Manny's help to get my leggings on.

Eventually, I was ready and I joined Manny on the couch.

"Are you hungry?" She asked me. I shrugged. "What do you want?"

"Something with noddles," I said and laughed. "But nothing Chinese."

She got up and went into the kitchen, looking through the cupboards. "I can make you macaroni and cheese."

I gave her a thumbs up and she smiled. A knock came to the door and I tried to get off of our too comfortable couch. It was almost like a pregnant women getting up. I did though, and waddled over to the door.

"Kuza's here!" I yelled to Manny after I looked through the peephole on my tiptoes. I pulled the door open and looked at him, his smile contagious. "Hi."

"How are you feeling?" He asked, stepping in.

"Stop asking me that, I'm fine," I said truthfully then set my eyes on this mysterious bassist. I almost fainted when I saw who it was.

"Hi beautiful," she said to me sweetly, hugging me with caution.

"Franccesca?" I said, a little shocked but hugged her back. "Since when do you become a bassist?"

She shrugged with a small giggle. Franccesca and I were good friends, to the shock of a lot of people. She was like my sister, and Manny's too. Manny's actual sister, on the other hand, didn't like her too much.

 "Sit down Kari," Manny said when I had to lean on the door to keep me upright. I slid my braced leg as I went back to the couch.

Kuza cleared his throat. "So, umm. Have you talked to Chris?"

"No," I said with no emotion. "I don't have anything to say to him."

"He's just worried about you Kari," Kuza said.

"Then he can come and see for himself. I'm sure one of you told him I was out."

"Don't upset her Kuza," Franccesca chimed in, shooting a glare at him.

"I'm not trying to, I'm just letting her know," he said apologetically. "Look, Kar, he wants to know if while you were out you heard what he said."

I thought back, but I didn't remember anything. I remember hearing a beating, and his voice full of sorrow, but I don't recall his words. I shook my head. Kuza almost looked sad.

Franccesca started to talk, changing the subject. I think she knew I was uncomfortable.

I wish Chris would've come to talk to me himself, ask me that himself. Why did he want to know? Was it important?

And why the fuck wouldn't he just come and see me?!