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Okay so maybe she had overacted, she thought as she watch Carla crawl across the floor, around the table, and take off running upstairs. The picture had been one of her and her grandfather, she had copies of the picture, but for some reason it had been the frame breaking that finally set her off. Or maybe it was the fact that, despite the fact that she remembered Carla and was trying to help her. Carla had forgotten about her completely, Kim was used to being easily forgotten, but it still hurt. Even worse of a hurt because Carla didn’t want to believe her. Sighing as she heard the dresser being moved upstairs, she started cleaning by the glass from the picture, she would find a new frame later. 

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Hours later Kim heard the dresser being moved upstairs, looking at the ceiling above her head from her book for a moment, before rolling her eyes and looking back at her book. If things hadn’t went the way they did in the kitchen either, Kim might have tried to talk calmly to her again. Though what was the point? She would just panic and start crying again, or push Kim’s buttons again. She hated to admit the fact that yes in some ways she was her father’s daughter. Even if she wasn’t as sick and twisted as her family, she did have a temper; she just worked hard to hide it away.

The girl thought she was alone on the main floor maybe? Carla wasn’t doing the best at staying quiet; Kim could hear her coming down the stairs, and looking around. There was no way for her to get out, without either Kim or Ethan’s key card, or climbing out the window he was watching from outside. So yes, even though she knew Carla was wondering around, she didn’t care. Kim sat quietly reading her book peacefully as Carla looked around for an escape, probably any escape. Soon her phone began to ring though ruining her quiet peace. 

Kim looked down at her phone to see that Ethan was calling her, just as Carla came running into the room clumsily and grabbed the gun off of the side table. Kim wasn’t stupid enough to leave an actually loaded gun out in the open. She couldn’t help but smile, looking like a stupid person as Carla pointed the gun at her, yelling at Kim to let her go after a moment her phone stopped ringing and went to voice message. Taking off her black reading glasses and sat the book over to the other side of the couch. Kim looked up at Carla calmly with soft dark green eyes. [b]“No Carla. You see I am trying to be nice, and you are being a rather rude guest.”[/b] She answered with a slight teasing tone as she said she was a rude guest. 

Slowly she started to sit up, still watching her intently. She could hold a gun pretty well though something told her that if the gun was loaded, Carla would likely shot herself. Kim would have to teach her the right way to hold a gun, though maybe it was because she was panicked, that was likely as well. [b]“Surly you go realize that even if you did force me to let you go at gun point? You wouldn’t get far mio caro. Even if you got past me, there is Ethan. Past him, the police I have in my pocket. And past them…..well trust me you don’t what to know what my father would do if he lost his only daughter.”[/b] She said calmly, she wasn’t trying to scare her as much as inform her how things would work. 

Standing now right in front her, only inches away, Kim quickly grabbed Carla’s wrists, pressing the gun tip against her chest looking in Carla’s eyes. Kim’s reaction would depend on Carla’s truly. If she pulled the trigger to find it empty, Kim would grab the gun from her, and show the clips in the pocket of her shorts. 

Though if Carla didn’t try it pull the trigger, Kim would let one of her hands rub down Carla’s arm gently, lovingly before taking the gun away and muttering the words. [b]“It wasn’t loaded anyway my darling.”[/b]