Another Time, Another Place (SUPERCORP AU)

Part 11: Tangled

Lena's pov

I feel sick. I feel betrayed. I feel my heart's being torn. I feel like a fool. I feel angry.

I've been curling, sulking in my bed over the weekend since I've learned about dad's betrayal. He had an affair with his secretary around the time before mom got pregnant with me. Mom found out about it the day I was born, because she saw Dad and his mistress in the hospital.

Apparently his other son, Mike, who was about a couple months old at the time, had pneumonia. After a confrontation and a whole lot of drama happened, Mom made Dad choose and promised to cut off any contact with his other woman and their child. But that's not exactly what happened, is it now.

I can't really be certain of what I'm mad, or sad about. The fact that Dad cheated on mom, or the fact that dad didn't have the nerve to tell us the truth. The truth that Lex and I have a brother from another mother. Or the truth that Dad can't stand mom anymore for a long time now. That the only reason he stuck up with her is me and Lex.

I don't wanna know, all this questions are just making my head wanna go breaking bad, its making me feel really crappy.

I don't feel like going to school because I'm a mess, so I locked myself up in my room. I don't feel like eating because I'm busy thinking what's it going to be in my family, so I just stayed in my bed not moving all day. And yet, in the middle of all this craziness, in the corner of my mind, there's Kara, sitting pretty drifting my thoughts, clouding some of my troubles.

I wonder just how she's doing today. Did James Olsen pick on her yet again? Did Veronica Sinclair put creepy stuff on her locker again? Just how is she?

She's sent me messages asking where was I, or how Maggie got detention again, or how bitter Winn was when he got a B+ in math. Menial things in school that I missed today. But nothing I missed more than Kara.

I wonder if I should tell her. I'm usually vocal with my thoughts and feelings, but I wonder if it's the right thing to do, to tell Kara how I feel.

Sure, some friends feel so strongly towards each other at times but they don't act on their feelings. That will give friendship a whole different kind of meaning in an entirely different perspective. But what I feel for Kara, it's beyond my control anymore.

Speaking of, I just received a message from her telling me she's at the door that if I'm in I should come see her. After ignoring her messages all day because I was busy drowning myself in my misery, I shot up quickly out my bed like a cannon.

Kara is here and I'm a mess. My room looks like a jungle of papers and knick knacks...wait those papers have Kara's pretty face in it. Oh, crap!! I'm officially at full-on panic mode now!

Wait...its not like she's gonna come into my room now, is she? I can meet her in the living room. But mom could be lurking in there. Maybe the kitchen, but last time I saw it, it was in a more pathetic state than I am. And then I heard the bell, and then the knock. What do I do?... Oh, right, go down and open the damn door.

So, there I was, in my crumpled pajamas and oversized yellow minion shirt, going to the door. Before I opened it, I ran my fingers through my hair because I forgot to comb it. But my index and middle finger got stuck. Perfect...

"Lena?... Are you in there?" Kara knocked gently again but it made me jumpy I pulled the door open out of quick impulse and there she was in her glorious beauty and me in my glorious mess, with two of my fingers stuck in my bird nest mass of hair.

"Hey..." I said quietly. Not sure how to explain myself.

"Hey...are you okay? Had you been sick? Is that why you skip school today?"

"Sort of..."

"How do you feel now? Did you take aspirin or go to the doctor?" With her concerned face, she's being so adorable again. "I can just go if you don't feel like having guest right now..."

"Its okay," I said with a little bit of eagerness in my voice. " I could use some company. So, are those doughnuts?"

"Sorry, nope. For the sake of variation in our snack, I brought you some blueberry muffins...and some latte," Kara smiled perfectly as I gestured her to come in.

"What are you doing with your hair?"

"It got stuck, my fingers" I said coyly still trying to unstuck it from my stupid hair.

"Let me help," Kara placed her muffins on the coffee table and came closer to me.

I felt incredibly self conscious and my heartbeat's echoing in every hollow in my ribs. I was staring bug eyed to Kara while she intently helping me out of my own hair. I can't help breathing in her scent of faint lavender and jasmine, and I swear I floated like I just smoked pot.

"There you go..." She said as she finally freed my hands from my tangled hair. She then continued to gently fix it, brushing off strands from my face.

Then, she looked at me. Her wild blue eyes looking back in mine. And my brain ceased all its functions. We stared at each other for like a moment not saying a word, when suddenly mom was coming down from upstairs.

"Lena...is that your dad?" She said.

"No mom, its Kara..." I said, and right then and there I'm transported back to my issues. The reality that my family is in the brink of falling apart.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Luthor..." Kara politely greeted mom.

"Good afternoon to you too Kara...Lena, let me know when your dad's already in, okay..." Mom said and left absentmindedly.

"So...are you going to tell me what's really up with you? Or do you want to try something else?"
Kara said with a sympathetic smile.

Seems to me Kara just sensed something is not right. I wanted to tell her everything. From my family to how I feel about her. But right now, I think I just want to try something else.