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It was very much how one would need to deal with a child. Carla would never notice it, but an outsider looking in would see, Kim had become the mother and Carla the child. Carla had been this way with her brother as well, but if she hide, he was usually trying to get her to come out before hugging her until she felt better again. He’d even make them hot chocolate with marshmallows in them, if they fought Hale would come the next day with fast food of some sort. It was his way of doing things.

Italian chicken noodle, she had never heard of anything like that before. She took another bite of it, feeling the warmth pour down into her body, putting her a little more at ease. The corner of her lip turned up just ever so slightly as she spoke. “I shouldn’t be worried about it being drugged right?” She let out a weak laugh before taking another sip. It had been a joke what she said, having noticed the bowls came from the same pot, Carla may not always be in her right mind or trusting, but she was very observant, obsessively in fact.

As Kim started to re-explain things to Carla she moved her bowl aside, and started to break down. She noticed when she said Liz couldn’t do that to Carla, that Kim pressed her lips together, a flicker in her eye. It was an emotion that most people wouldn’t see, it wasn’t annoyance or anger, but something untitled but has qualities of the two. When Kim spoke, Carla looked down at her soup again, trying to distract her eyes as she clung to herself. “I-I-I don’t know. I. . . I don’t know you or your family.” She said. “bu-but Liz wouldn’t do that. I know she wouldn’t.” Carla said whispering to herself. It was as if she was trying to convince herself of the reality she had created in her mind rather than face the truth before her.

Carla was starting to feel uneasy before Kim, she wanted to back up away from Kim, create more space, but now Carla realized she was trapped. Carla was starting to believe that the woman was being friendly to try and get into Carla’s head and play her, well in reality she was annoyed and hateful that she had to deal with this worthless piece of shit just so she could get some money out of Liz. So she asked about Kim’s boss and well her father. If the mob was anything like those in movies and well. . . what her brother had told her, they were not nice people. They can appear it, but deep down inside they were cruel killers with a sick sense of humor. It made a shiver run through her body.

So Carla started to panic, she needed to save Liz, she’d have to be here. This was after all just a show to get what they wanted. So when she got up and started to call out for Liz, she froze just a step pass Kim. Kim’s voice was harsh, the idea of harm would come to Carla if she didn’t listen. After all that was how they got their way right? After about a moment of standing there in a slight run stance she turned around and slowly walked back to her spot and sat down. She pulled her knees up to her chest as she had done before, leaving her soup on the ground where she had placed it. “I-ah-“ Carla didn’t know where to start, her head was starting to hurt with what she had been told and what she believed. What should she ask next? What should she say. “Wh-when is she coming? Liz, I mean.” She finally said knowing with that answer she may know if she could leave. First Carla wanted to make sure Liz was safe, and two she just wanted to run, run as far from here as she could. If anything was true here, she knew she was really dealing with the mob. It was starting to look like a thing that ran in the family.