SPLATTER (draft)

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Once Amanda had calmed down and released her pent up frustrations on the poor tree, she was able to think clearly again. She loathed when she would snap and end up in a white blank moment where she recalled getting pissed and going to hit the tree, but she didn't recall hitting it or how long until she stopped. It only happened when she tried to keep herself composed for too long without venting little by little.

Kiera used to hate her when she got this way. Sometimes when Amanda would see Kiera holding someone's arm as they walked around the theater, saying it was JUST a friend from the troupe, Amanda would (out of respect to Kiera's work place and career) wait until they were home to ask what the hell. She'd yell and say mean things to Kiera such as , "Last I checked people stopped walking arm in arm with others in high school. Especially with a boy who happens to be in your production team!" Kiera would get so pissed, saying Amanda had trust issues and if that's what she would keep thinking of her then fine, she would give Amanda something to worry about. Breaking up and making Amanda storm after the other, yelling until Kiera was crying saying she was a heartless monster when she got into these fits. Amanda coming to and realizing she made her special someone cry, again. It was a horrible cycle. Amanda spending days and days trying to gain Kiera's forgiveness while Kiera gave her the cold shoulder, went out for coffee with coworkers, and the like.

Shaking off the sudden thoughts of Kiera, Amanda had to clench her hands and close her eyes at the pain the memories brought her. In the time they were together, did they really have more happy moments than bad? How often did their tug-of-war lead to pain and misery? "Sorry I couldn't be someone that you loved enough to keep your eyes on me. Did you simply settle with me for the sake of having someone? Was I even worth it with all the tears I made you shed?" the brunette whisper to the winds, maybe somewhere Kiera would hear her honest words.

To: Abigail
From: Amanda
Message: No useful info?
I really hope they catch the sick fuck. I can't stand this situation.
Oliver? Yes, of course. Kiera was his roommate.
We saw each other often.
I nearly got arrested, I need food and coffee.
Join me?

Amanda typed back, shielding her phone from the rain that was getting a little stronger. Her body feeling the chill as it began to soak through her jacket and onto her skin. These boots ruined and wet, she really wanted to kick them off and dry off her feet, her socks perhaps needing to go straight to the trash. Maybe she'd splurge and buy new shoes, could she bill the CCPD for it considering the stupid officer made her get as dirty as she did had he not literally dragged her.

The brute.