𝐁.𝐌.

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@ilokind —
          
          *    of all the insults he could've fired at her,    the last hurts the most.    her eyes grow wide,    &    she stands up rather suddenly,    trembling from head to toe.    *    brandon—    c'mon,    you don't mean that,    right?    you don't think i'm a slut.    why would you—    why would you keep comin'    around if you hate me?

@ilokind —
          
          *    remaining quiet,    katherine lets the boy rant,    her gaze locked carefully on his small frame.    if he pulls anything she would stop him immediately,    &    that's obvious.    at the insult she cringes ever so slightly,    but bites her tongue,    tapping her fingers anxiously against her thigh.    *    'm sorry.

@ilokind —
          
          *    she's quick to shut her mouth after noticing his visible frustration,    &    she sits back down on the couch,    looking away from him in silence.    sure,    she didn't know why he was acting like that all of a sudden but,    based on what she knew,    this could have just been irritability because of everything he'd gone through.    she kept her mouth shut because of this.    *

@ilokind —
          
          oh.    *    the woman's face falls ever so slightly,    though she's quick to mask it,    nodding instead.    *    'm sorry.    i didn't mean ta make you annoyed,    sweetie.

@ilokind —
          
          what?    *    kat barely hides the surprise in her tone at the boy's sudden comment,    but she does so anyway,    frowning.    *    what's wrong,    hon?

@-MxrderousHubby- —
          
          although she's very reluctant to let eddie touch her at all,    the upset in his voice makes her frown ever so slightly,    &    she sighs.    "do you promise you ain't gonna hurt me?"
          
          she isn't necessarily afraid of eddie,    per se,    but she    /is/    terrified of getting hurt like that again.    while mount massive was the furthest thing from a sanctuary,    it had kept her from getting hurt by someone she had previously loved so dearly.    of course,    her    &    eddie's    'love'    for each other was based on some twisted reality both had come up with in their heads    &    not actual feelings,    katherine had somehow decided that eddie treated her better than the man before him.    despite his fits of psychotic rage,    which,    unfortunately,    she was the victim of many times before,    he would calm down    &    return to showering her with affection.    it was not always good attention,    but it was attention nonetheless.
          
          "please,    promise me,    sugar.    i-i don't wanna get hurt again."

@-MxrderousHubby- —
          
          "it's just a scratch,    darlin'.    don't...    don't worry    'bout me."    she's awfully quiet for someone usually so loud    &    full of energy.    her whole body aches from the strain of keeping herself sitting upright,    &    for a moment she contemplates just lying on the floor until she feels better.    what happens is blurry—    all she remembers is being tossed at a wall as if she were nothing,    &    a man's gravelly voice.    she's almost certain this has happened before.    outside of the asylum,    away from eddie.    when she feels the man's hand on her,    katherine instinctively flinches away,    hands balled into fists    &    covering her face in case he hits her.    "i-i'm fine.    don't...    don't touch me.    please."

@ilokind —
          
          jesus,    you didn't have to—    *    she begins,    a wide smile tugging at the corners of her lips when she catches sight of the flowers.    *    god,    they're gorgeous.    you're so sweet,    darlin'.