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Kim frowned as Carla told her to make Ethan go away, it wasn’t a request, it was an order and she found that fact annoying. Looking at the hallway she saw that he wasn’t even in the room, but he was in the doorway to the kitchen. With a sigh she flicked her wrist at him, to tell him to go away, before trying to calmly talk to Carla again. Though when she tried to tell the woman that she knew her beforehand, when Carla raised her tone to match hers, refusing her words, it only made Kim madder. [b]“I don’t mistake the face of people I talked to everyday for a week.”[/b] She muttered, Kim didn’t forget faces, it was the one thing that made her a perfect bookie. Everyone always tried to say she had the wrong person. The only time she was fooled was with a set of twins, funny thing was she actually had the right person the first time, but they got away by blaming their twin. Her father stepped in and…..it wasn’t very pretty.

Having enough Kim stood over the girl, and though Carla did filch back like she was going to be hit, Kim didn’t touch her. She was usually in more control of her anger than that, to actually hit someone who didn’t deserve it. Her voice was soft and calm as she tried to hide her anger, not knowing that Carla could tell none the less. Kim was trying, she was trying so hard, but Carla was making it so hard to control herself. And so she gave her the warning that Ethan would took her to the bedroom if she didn’t go herself taking the bowl. 

She never planned on having Ethan take her, it was an empty threat, though it seemed Ethan didn’t get that was what she was trying to do. Carla didn’t move after the threat, and so Ethan came to take her to the bedroom. In the midst of all the panic that followed, Carla knocked one of the chairs closest to the corner, and as it fell it broke one of the pictures on the wall, as she screamed for him not to touch her. The picture shattered on fell off the floor. [b]“Damn It The Both Of You! Get out of my kitchen!”[/b] She yelled angrily over top of them, finally having enough and snapping. 

Rushing over she picked the picture up, wiping the glass off of it and holding it close to her heart before standing up. [b]“Kim?”[/b] Ethan managed to get out, his tone was worried because Kim never snapped and now she was even crying a little both in anger and over the picture. Though as soon as her name was said, she was screaming angry Italian curse words at him, until he backed out of the room slowly. Leaving her with Carla, quickly she moved to where she was hiding, and pulled the other chairs away from the table. [b]“GO….TO…YOUR…ROOM.”[/b] She told her again slowly, all of the calmness, and the softness gone from her voice. It was full of shaky anger now. 

A few hours later it was dark, and quiet. Upstairs the window to Carla’s room was the only one that wasn’t nailed down in the top floor of the house. Kim had a fear of people breaking in that was the reason for the card lock on the front door. Ethan was forced to sit outside, in the cold, outside of Carla’s room window to make sure she didn’t get away. As Kim sat in the warm living room reading to herself, gun sitting on the side table.

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