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Liz just rolled her eyes at Michael, “I dealt with them longer then I have you. I think I know what I’m doing.” She hissed at him clearly frustrated and upset. She waited a second before turning without a word to start walking into her room which was in the hallway beside Carla’s room. She heard Ethan called out as she made it into the dining room. “Go to fucking hell dickmuncher.” She yelled back before slamming her bedroom door. Liz didn’t know that Ethan was gay, it was just her way of insulting people. She was far from being classy in any sense. In her room she started shuffling around for another blunt, her high gone already from dealing with this mess.

Meanwhile Carla had made it down the three flights of stairs and was on the main floor, in the enclosed section of the stair well before the hallways that connected to the apartments. “I’m pissed off at the world, I’m tired of getting hurt, I’m tired of this pain! No matter what I do, God kicks me in the gut again.” She said before she pressed along the wall crying still as she sat down well fixing her dress, something she still hated wearing. She placed her head in her knees her arms wrapped up around her head partly resting on her knees as well. She didn’t want to do this anymore. She just wanted it to all go away. Why was it so hard to keep on your feet and not run into troubles. Carla would take being poor, working three jobs, hell even having a child to raise on her own over the shit she got dealt. 

Honestly, she wasn’t angry with Kimberly, she just didn’t want to show anymore emotions in front of people. Carla had always been enclosed from the world, hiding her feelings and acting how society wanted her to. She may have gone the tomboy root for style, but it was still something society accepted. She smiled at people when she needed to, she talked to people if she must, she even worked in a job where she dealt with people every day. Carla didn’t really pay attention to Kimberly as she sat down beside her, Carla angled her body a little away from the woman trying to set a boundary. Just because this woman thought she knew Carla, and just because Carla now owes her life to this woman from getting her out of the hands of pervy low life’s, she just needed her space. Carla wasn’t good at thank you’s, she wasn’t good at talking to people, she wasn’t good at trusting people. Carla just wanted to be alone in the world, nothing more than being left alone to do her own things without the troubles caused by this terrible world would bring her true happiness. Yes it’d get lonely at times, but it was been then dealing with the world around her.

The two sat there for a long time as Carla cried, only when Carla’s tears started to slow to a stop did Kimberly finally speak. Carla peeked up through her messy hair to the woman beside her. For a moment she just looked before looking away, her arms tensed a little as she stared down at her knees again. She wasn’t going to answer Kimberly’s question, a reoccurring thing Carla seemed to do, but rather replaced the answer with another question. “Why do you care so much? I really have no idea who you are, why would you go out of your way to help me? You’re a mob bosses daughter, what does some random girl have anything to do with you? Shouldn’t it just be about you getting your money back?” She said softly her eyes no longer set in angry, just sadness as she finally stared out in front of her, the heat from the stair well causing her to sweat a little . “It would have been better if you just left me so I could just die in my blind faith that your family should care for you and never harm you. The only person left who cares is now dead to me.” She whispered feeling her tears starting up again.