motherfucking monster.

kathryn atkins. thirty-two.

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there is an animal in my throat, and it is trying to get out: claws scraping. wings straining. open mouthed and screeching. i inhale, and the wind knocks it back into my ribcage. i think this is called surviving. there is an animal in my throat, and it is trying to get out: teeth bared. roaring. raging. climbing. i swallow, and the river washes it back into my stomach. what do i do if the animal reaches my mouth next time? what do i do if it escapes? worse: what do i do if it doesn’t?

the things i never said are eating me from the inside out. (m.h.)

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ryleighjake:

It was a rare overcast day for LA, and Jake woke up in a mood. Since leaving Detroit, he found that days without sunlight tended to start out abysmal and only got worst. Three months was a blink of an eye, but in some ways a lifetime. His sister had her baby two weeks before. He went from having nothing on his back to half of it covered. Three months was nothing, but it was three months of stone silence from Kat, too. He told himself it was the weather that dragged him under.

The cigarette propped between his lips shuddered as he shoved the shop’s security grate up. The metal growled and rolled up with a sharp clang. He was fishing around the keys looped to his belt for the front door when a car’s brakes squealed behind him. Jake glanced over. The Uber sticker in the windshield made him offer the driver a little wave. As a little breeze blew, Jake went back to his keys. Kalen would show in an hour complaining about the cold that wasn’t really that cold, he thought with a wry smile. 

“It’s a bit fuckin’ early for opening, isn’t it?” A familiar voice said. “Don’t tell me you do custom appointments now.”

Jake’s hands froze on the keys dangling from his belt loops. Slowly, he turned his head. She was a sight for sore eyes. Well, this version of her was. The hollows of her cheek were full again. The heels clicking towards him wrapped around legs that didn’t look like cornstalks. Kat glowed in front of him again. The vitality seemed to ooze off of her. Jake tilted his head back at her, a small smile crossed his lips. 

You always come back, even when I don’t expect you to, he thought as he ignored the way his heart beat just a little faster at the sight of her. Jake shrugged and lit the end of his cigarette. “Maybe. Why? Is that going to make you get some ink from me?” he asked with a little grin. 

“God, you fucking wish. I’ll get inked by you when I’m dead. Eh? You can do some nice funeral ink.” His smile was infectious. She felt both delighted and disgusted of how much her chest fluttered when she saw him. It was looking through the scenario in rose colored glasses. She didn’t want to take them off -- and simply ignore the idea that they were no longer together. It wasn’t meant to be. For her first year, she knew it wasn’t worth the break in her sobriety. She ran her tongue over her lips before extending a hand out. 

“I swear to God -- this is the only time I’m gonna bum a menthol off of you.” She said as the click of her heels guided her against the shop door. She pressed her head against it and turned towards him. She was happy to see him. It made it all worth the effort even if the meeting with her parole officer was less than lovely. She was clean. She was alive. Now, it was just time to deal with the consequences of her actions. 

She wasn’t sure it was good to mention. At least, she was sure that Jake had his own life going on. Hell, there might even be a partner in the picture. Three months. It was enough time to move on. She turned her gaze towards him, plucking up the pack offered to fish out her own cigarette. She pressed it against her lips with a subtle sigh. “It’s cold as shit out.” She murmured, knowing it got much colder in California than it did in Arkansas. 

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ryleighjake:

“Vodka also makes me into a weepy bitch,” Jake said as Kat lifted herself out of the cart. When she lightly bumped the cart, the fish bag wavering a little, Jake gave the cart a little push. It lightly nudged her ass as a sort of payback on behalf of the popeye goldfish. 

“Yeah, Shamoo’s the whale’s name. But isn’t it like a stage name. Whale’s name is Tilicum or some shit,” Jake said as he lifted up his end of the box. He could feel Kat’s end slacking, so he forced more of his back into it. The tank screeched its way into the cart. As a blue vest came around the corner, finally taking note of all the noise they just made, Jake waved. “Can we check out back here?”

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“They act like we brought home a kangaroo,” Jake muttered as he shook out the directions. He leafed over the instructions on how to acclimate the fish to the tank, and the best way to set up the filter. “When I was a kid, you used to just dump them in and hope for the best,” he said as he yanked the hose they bought solely for the fish over to the tank. 

Squiggle swam around in his bag on the counter. Jake picked up a little pebble and tossed it at Kat so that it bounced off her ass. “Where do you want the tank set up?”

Kathryn’s fingers rolled around the edge of her glass. All it took was a glass of Sprite for her to miss the taste of vodka once more. She pursed her lips towards it, unsatisfied by each small taste. Maybe she should have stuck with caffeine. It lurked in the back of her mind as Jake fumbled with the instructions. She was never the person to read them, but rather fumble through her own mess until it all fit correctly. 

“Well, good to know if I ever get bored, Squiggle can have a couple hundred buddies with him.” She said wryly, not moving to help Jake. Instead, she leaned against the counter and tried to not scratch against her skin. The cravings were kicking hard. Small prickles rolled against her skin as she rolled her eyes back with a slight scowl. She gripped against her cup as it shook in her grasp. Focus. A sigh blew from her lips before she fished for another cigarette. A distraction to say the least. 

The rock bounced off her ass as she turned towards the man. “Oy -- Fuck off.” Kat squinted towards him, before taking in the fact that he asked her a question. “Fuck, uhm.” She glanced around their living room. She gestured towards one of the side tables, given that it was one of the few things in the room that she could carry a tank that large. “I can do it over there.” She plopped the cigarette between her lips as she walked across the room to help him. 

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@saoirsemackenzie​ / FLASHBACK / the one where you end up in the hospital.

She was supposed to cover a shift. In the string of losing her job, Jake was nice enough to lend his couch as space and Saoirse was nice enough to lend her bar. As always, she knew she was on the urge of losing both. Her teeth cracked through the capsules, tipping them in a shot glass from the bar. It was her break through the sudden rush of customers. She should have been fine in the bar. The employee restroom was located near the wash station. She assumed she was safe, dipping her needle in the water between her legs. 

A shaky sigh bubbled through her lips as she plucked the syringe back up. She was quiet in comparison to the vibrating music from outside. Her head lulled back with a soft sigh as she tightened the band on her arm. It took only a few seconds to find the right vein. Another before the small prick leveled with the others littered across her inked skin. She didn’t hear the door open nor did she hear the knock on her stall. A shuttered sigh bubbled through her lips as she pressed her sweat beaded forehead against the stall wall. She cracked a soft grin before she rolled her head up. 

“Fuck.” She cursed, pulling her hand towards the supplies. She scrambled and pushed it against her shirt. The remains of the heroin bubbled against the toilet water. “I’m on my fucking break.” 

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@ryleighjake​ / FLASHBACK / kings of the winter.

The subtle itch was something greater, but she remained on Earth. It had been three months since her last hit. Instead of space, a deep hole funneled through her pocket as she sliced down over half her savings for a chance of staying clean. She pressed her hand to the side of her face, hoping that her makeup didn’t smudge. Once her Uber pulled up towards the shop, she was relieved to see it hadn’t changed. Nothing had, did it? She fully expected the world to move on without her and yet it still stayed in an endless rut. It waited for her to get clean. Even someone with an ego as fueled as Kathryn’s, it wasn’t something remotely believable. It made her feel better. 

Ryleigh still managed to look the same. He was thinner, maintaining the same lanky stature he always carried. She pressed her hand against the door handle. “Thanks.” She nodded towards the driver, reminding herself to tip him after the ride. She sucked in a quick sigh before pushing open the door. It opened with a loud click. The whirl of Los Angeles traffic blared from the highway not too far. She took a few steps across the sidewalk as her heeled boots clicked against the pavement. It was cold out, blowing a cloud as she took a sharp sigh. She stood behind him with crossed arms. 

“It’s a bit fuckin’ early for opening, isn’t it?” Kat said. “Don’t tell me you do custom appointments now.” 

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ryleighjake:

The cart growled across the tile as Kat jumped into the basket. Jake pushed forward with ease, and glanced this way and that way. After realizing there were no cart attendants or sales floor members close by he began a little jog, and hopped on the back. The little fish swam in circles as they coasted back towards the electronic section. As they slowed down Jake ran again for more momentum. The cart charged forward, wheels clanging as they wound up in front of the fish section. Glow in the dark fish same in schools. Next to them were goldfish. None of them as charming as Squiggle he decided.

“Kale still tastes like shit; I’m just eating a little better. Saving the calories for beer,”Jake said with a little shrug. He truthfully only started because he was getting close to his father’s age; though, the memories of his father were faint, Jake always knew it was a heart attack that did him in at the tender age of thirty-five. With all the smoking and drinking Jake did, he figured eating better couldn’t hurt. “It’s math.”

When Kat flung out a hand, Jake bowed over the cart, pushing them down the aisles with the empty tanks, “As the lady commands.” 

His eyes immediately latched onto one in the shape of a rocket ship. Then, they drifted over to a tank that was just as big as the cart itself. When Kat leaned forward, he could tell they were thinking the same thing. Jake squinted at the price tag. “Yes,” he said slowly, “But I feel like the fish enthusiasts of the Golden State would say that a fish needs a tank that big. Anything else is like animal cruelty. What say you?”

“Vodka has less calories than a beer.” Kathryn mentioned as she leaned over the shopping cart. It was math that now seemed useless since she was off the bottle. Her fingers curled against the cart. Just as quickly as she climbed in, the brunette climbed out of the cart. Bumping the cart with her backside, she pushed it back with little disturbance for Squiggle. It was a fish. She was pretty sure the little dude struggled to remember their faces much less a rude bump on the cart. 

“I mean, shit, I guess it’s decided. Grab the other end for me.” She uncrossed her arms and crouched by the tank. She tug one end of the tank with a loud screech through the aisle. Honestly, it surprised her that no employee rushed to help them at the sound. Then again, she thought back to the time she got away with shooting up in a Wal-Mart bathroom. Yeah, they probably don’t give two shits about a couple of adults tugging on a fish tank.   

“Good thing we didn’t fucking win a Shamoo. That’s his name, right?” Kat lifted the tank with a grunt. Her gaze only narrowed when Jake seemed at easy with the weight. How the hell did a kid that just drinks and smokes like a fish manage to pack on muscle? She muttered a soft grumble before it was placed into the cart. She heaved a long sigh, resting a hand on her hip as she shot a look in his direction. 

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deacon-rivers:

He gave a snort. “Now why would I lie about that?” Shrugging, he veered towards the sidewalk—the little beach-side snack shack was just ahead. And he decided he’d skip the beer, for her sake. 

He shrugged as they stepped into the shade of the awning, and took a seat at one of the casual patio tables. “I don’t really have a need for it, to be honest. I meet plenty of girls and the like while I’m out or doing a gig.” Frankly, he often met too many potentials. Too much need to be ‘full on’ like… twenty four fucking seven. It was slightly exhausting. Hence his needing to get away a few days at a time. If his manager would let it, mind you, and half the time he wouldn’t. 

"That’s something that every pretentious dick says, y’know. It makes it seem like it’s a god sent accomplishment that they haven’t used any technological advances to just meet somebody. And please, it’s a hookup app. You’re getting laid -- just quicker.” Kathryn rolled her head back towards the idea. Perhaps, it was just her experience around bands. She had been both backstage and the wannabe groupie. Both sides were fun to play when the cards were right. 

“Groupies get boring quick.” She ended her lecture with one simple statement. It was better than to discuss her own job with the boy. It wouldn’t be anything other than a drive for fantasy. Her hand wrapped around her wrist as she turned her head towards the bar. It was a nice place though not something she expected out of the kid’s pay grade. 

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ryleighjake:

When Kat grinned, cigarette behind her ear, Jake smiled. At least that was little thing he could give. Chances were she bought them awhile ago. So he wasn’t really giving her anything at all. Just a reminder. In any case, the way she grinned was better than the quiet from before. Jake kicked open the door, and let the California heat engulf him. He stretched his back. The fish bag dangled from his hand.

“You obviously need ice cream and a movie to wallow a bit.” 

“It’s gotta be that healthy ice cream – I’m on a diet,” Jake said as he tugged up his shirt to reveal a strip of his stomach. He yo-yo’d over the years. Depending on how badly he ate, he either had no definition or leaned out within a few months. Since she went to rehab, he thinned out again. Jake let his shirt fall back into and grabbed the first cart on sight. He let Squiggle’s bag sit in the child seat, and ignored the way the cart rumbled on the pavement.

The automatic doors opened with a whisper. Cold air blasted him. Jake sighed in contentment, and looked over his shoulder. He paused in the middle of the entryway and ignored the glare an old woman shot him. Kat walked a few feet behind him, eyes on the tile. He tilted his head, eyebrow arching in confusion. “I’ll push you,” he said with a grin. Despite being thirty-four now, he was still a kid at heart, and it was a clear shot from the entrance to the back of the store.

She bit back a sexual comment as he lifted the shirt from his stomach. It stretched against his thin frame. Once he let go, it hung from his chest just as it had done before. It looked loose. Maybe he really did lose some weight after their brief separation. Then again, the three months felt like centuries while she was in rehab. She pressed her tongue to her cheek as she stared at the cart. At nearly thirty-two years old, she shouldn’t have considered sitting in the cart. It took another beat before she stepped in front of the cart. Letting the soft screech of wheels sound through the tile, she pressed one foot on the metal before launching herself in. Leaning down against the metal crate, a soft grin rolled on her lips as the cart started to roll once more. 

“Diet? I think the last time I’ve seen you diet was that one time you tried to convince yourself that kale actually taste good. It took you two weeks to admit it was gutter shit.” Kat crossed her arms as she perked her head from the cart. A wisp of dark brown hair poked above the child’s seat as the fish bag bubbled around. It was a shock that the little fish hadn’t died of shock just yet. 

Her hands pressed against the metal lining as she leaned forward. Sticking out her arm, she pointed the way with the cigarette tucked between two fingers. “Onward.” She called out, ignoring the stray looks they received. Her gaze immediately went to a fish tank that held no reason to be bought. Hell, the budget should have scared them away. Kat leaned forward from the basket and pointed towards it. “Is that overkill?” 

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ryleighjake:

He glanced over as Kat said it was fine. Didn’t sound or seem that way. Instead, of saying anything he leaned over and popped open the glovebox. There was still a carton in there from awhile back. He never touched it. If it wasn’t menthols it was Kat’s. Probably old, he didn’t drive this car much unless he was on Uber, but it was something. There were also two lighters because one of them always forgot theirs. He nabbed one for himself. The set up was like that in the Honda, too. “Those might be alright still, so if you need more have at it,” Jake said, leaning away.

Jake pulled into a parking space, and tugged his own pack out. He pocketed it, and looked over at Kat. He unbuckled his seatbelt with a little nod. “Okay,” he said with a little smile. “I just need to stop at my place then, get a change of clothes.”

Before he ruined it, he knew he was being invited over because she didn’t want to be alone, Jake glanced down at the fish bag. Squiggle’s mouth poked at the water’s surface. “Lil guy’s hungry,” Jake said as he picked the bag up. He looked over at Kat. “Ready to give the fish people a headache?”

The drywall was still moist. She knew that Sofie brought over supplies earlier that morning to fix the wall. Silence was strung between shoving Clement out of the loft and apologizing to her friend. There was no reason for her to be in this rut. Was she always grasping onto the ones she wanted too tightly? Her shoulders tensed as he reached over to the glovebox. Plopping it open, a pack shined through. It was her usual Marlboro Reds, but it was something. 

Plucking up the box, she drew one out and placed it behind her ear. She couldn’t fight the grin on her lips as he agreed. “You obviously need ice cream and a movie to wallow a bit.” She tucked the lighter in her back pocket as the smoke filtered past her lips. She bummed through the last one rather quickly. Whether or not it was to rush the process or simply get inside, she wasn’t sure. She unbuckled her seatbelt and strung her long legs out of the car. 

“Always.” Kat cracked her knuckles as the two walked inside the market. It was easy. It should have felt easy. She tried to not lock her gaze on him for too long as the string of words bubbled through her head again. My girl. She wondered if he just put on that front, now. It would make sense, at least, to be able to fall for someone else while she still stood there and hoped for something more. It wasn’t her place. Her fingers twitched as she kept her gaze on the tiled floors. She ignored the greeter as they made their way to the pet section. Fast. Hopefully before she ruined the night. 

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fallonrobinson:

She had never realized quite how loud cartilage could be, but the crack resounded through her skull, as she staggered backwards, her hand coming up to try and block the flow of blood. It wasn’t easy - the scarlet liquid dripped down over her fingers and onto her clothes, staining the fabric with droplets. She closed her eyes, trying to stop the mass of blood from reminding her of Candice, but it wasn’t possible. 

“Get out, Kat.” Her voice was muffled, thick with blood that she could taste in the back of her throat and pain from her broken nose. She didn’t care enough to try and assuage Kat’s fears, because for the first time in her life she didn’t care about someone. She didn’t care if Kat was worried about Clem leaving her - a small part of her hoped that she was worried. “Just get out.” 

Scarlet was the first thing she saw. It blossomed down her face, giving the first bit of pain the blonde bimbo’s ever had in her life. She grinned wickedly towards the outcome. She didn’t expect to break her nose, but now it was too late to come. She knew that Fallon wouldn’t call the cops. No, she was still the good girl between the both of them. Her quiet plea only made a laugh launch back in response. Get out. GET OUT. 

"Why don’t you make me, Robinson?” Her words slithered through her lips on a silver tongue. She was never one to start what she couldn’t finish. She felt safe within the walls of the sea bound home, despite it never being hers to begin with. She knew Fallon was too weak to pull her own fist back. She took another step forward, invading her space as a wild energy rolled around her shoulders. Get out? As if. 

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sofiemcclean:

Claire followed suit, her fingers tracing the arm of a woman they passed with a fleeting promise of hooking up later as she, Sofie and Kat made way into the kitchen. Eyeing Kat Claire let a low laugh pass her lips, “Slow down eager beaver.” Claire raised her brows, “I’ve got more than that, for Snow White over here.” Claire pinched Sofie’s cheeks before shrugging and turning her attention back to the unfolding scene.  Digging around in her bra Claire plucked a little ziplock bag tied with a ribbon from her bra, “Moon rocks in the grand finale bag,” Claire pursed her lips, pulling apart the ribbon to thumb through the contents. "Pills mostly, molly, a little weed- literal grab bag from my dealer. ” Wrinkling her nose she popped a suspicious pill between her lips grabbing the back of Sofie’s head she kissed her slipping her tongue between her lips and setting the pill against her tongue. Placing another delicately on her tongue she raised a brow a Kat, “Want in? Pre-game before the big one-” Claire gestured towards Kat’s bag.

The taste of Claire’s bubblegum still coated her tongue after swallowing the pill, Sofie didn’t bother asking what it was, Claire never stirred her wrong before. Chasing the pill with tequila Sofie pulled a face, eyeing Kat’s bag of favors with skepticism as she flipped the top on a hidden vile she wore tucked into her top, "I’ve got my comfort-” Sofie mused while pouring white powder against her fingernail, plugging her nostril and inhaling sharply. Her eyes rolled into the bag of her head as she braced herself against the counter. “But uhm- feel free.” Sofie took a look around the kitchen, “I bet there is a meat tenderizer in here so you can crush those up.”

Kathryn stared towards the bag of rocks, eyes widening over the source. She hadn’t tried one of those since her last Drake concert. To be told, it did not go well. She grazed a hand over the back of her neck as Claire kissed Sofie gently. The pill swabbed between their tongues as the girl washed it all back with a drink. As the blonde turned her attention towards Kat, she leaned over the counter. Her breasts practically spilled out of her shirt as she completed a wild fantasy for a few on lookers in the room. The pill burned against her tongue as she kicked back a shot of tequila for herself. A sharp breath drew past her lips as she blinked harshly. 

“Shit, that kicks in fast.” She chuckled before glancing around the room. Her eyes immediately landed on the metal object stuck in the utensil cup. Kathryn leaned over the counter, clicking on the edge of her heels as she plucked up the metal object. She wielded it in front of Claire. “What do you think? Think I can bash a dude’s head in with this?” Her hand messily rolled the metal object in a circle before Claire spiked out with a loud laugh. 

“Bitch, no. Give it to me.” She tore it from Kat’s hand. The girl wavered over the counter top, slamming the tenderizer down against the rock. In return, a small powder glimmered across the counter. 

Kat leaned against the counter, watching in slight boredom. “I’m pretty sure you can just dissolve this shit in water and shoot it up, no?” 

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ryleighjake:

Smoke from her lit cigarette filtered through the car. If he waved it a way, he could remember the last time they both smoked together. The memory seemed particularly misplaced as Kat spoke. I almost relapsed last night. He suddenly wanted a cigarette to keep his face neutral. It was hard to express anything with something in your mouth. At the mention of Clement’s name, he stared straight ahead. Clement also used to get high with Kat. People said Jake was an enabler, but that was the difference between them.

“You cried,” he said more to himself than to her. He hadn’t known that Kat was off of alcohol, too. The past few months suddenly made sense, though. Whenever they went to a restaurant, she never ordered a drink only food.  

At the mention of Brandon, Jake felt a sour taste in the back of his mouth. Blamed me for the whole deal and blew a hole in my wall…Sofie tried to kick him out, but I let him stay. I…Uh, the rest didn’t go so well, but it’s fine. He glanced over at that, and frowned. “He blamed you and punched a hole in the wall – that doesn’t sound fine,” Jake said, willing to leave it at that; Kat didn’t need nor want a lecture, and she’d probably wind up getting out at the next red light if he said anything more. 

“I guess I needed the distraction today too,” she said. Jake nodded lightly, and popped open the armrest to feel around for his own cigarettes. He didn’t want to betray the worry that he felt. Clement and Kat were an inferno. He was well aware. Time just dulled the old stories that she had.

“Well, lucky for you we got Squiggle to distract us for the next few hours. Depending on what kind of tank we get, we’ll have at least an hour of set up time to add to travel time,” he said.

“It’s fine.” She repeated, more so for herself than for Jake. Expressing her failure aloud made her feel worse about the ordeal. She wondered how badly he would stare at her if she bought a few bottles of wine while they were there. Her fingers clenched around the cigarette, breaking it accidentally. She spat out a curse before she scrambled for the bud and placed it onto the ashtray. Her fingers laced around the last cigarette. She lit it with a scowl on her lips. Fuck, she kept fucking up that day.

It wasn’t fine, but Kathryn wasn’t in a particular mood to deal with that array of emotion. She wanted to shut down. Her first choice was blocked, so she was simply there to drag on cigarettes until it gave her even an inch of the high she used to dive into. She bit her teeth against the filter, breathing in the next drag slowly. It was hard to push any words out for her companion. It felt empty in comparison to his struggle. She didn’t know how to fix her problem without cutting Clem off again. 

The option alone made her chest clench. Did she really feel so desperate for company that she sought it out in the most unwelcoming homes? She chewed on her bottom lip in thought, letting the smoke pass through her nostrils. At the mention of the fish again, she glanced down at it with a small smile. “You should stay the night.” She suggested, glancing down at the fish as the Wal-Mart pulled into view. 

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clementgabriel:

For a brief moment Kat was a background thought, barely a participant at the moment as his heart hammered in his chest, and violence pressed into a fist. “What did you say to me?” He narrowed his eyes at Jake the flowers he’d brought shaking in his grasp. It was only when Kat moved, her nails raking over Jake’s arm grabbed Clement’s attention, all he could see was the slight discoloration of his skin reminding him of just how lovingly Kat was touching him. They’d been folded so neatly together, appeared painfully, and wholesome normal and the rational, albeit small part of Clement urged him to leave. To turn around and never come back, the lump in his throat and the quiver in his abdomen wasn’t worth this head fuck.

But she just had to say that four lettered word, it pulled from her lips, low as if she didn’t want him to hear! It was laughable, so Clement tossed his head back, and he laughed feeling the insanity sinking into him. Was this another game of hers? See how mad she could get him now, how much she could hurt him with whispered words and lingering touches? Harshly Clement snapped his hand away from her touch, his eyes rimmed red, “We had rules Kat- fucking rules. I figured it would be common sense that he would not be someone I’d be okay with sharing you with- or do you not give a fuck about how I feel?”

Clement’s face distorted as he looked down at Kat as if she wasn’t even someone he knew, “You have Sofie for advice, or did you chase her off for good this time?” Clement’s voice shook, and he looked past Kat towards Jake, “You need to get the fuck out of here mate before I shove these flowers so far up your ass you’ll be speaking in fucking flowery prose.”

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Clement looked ready to crack down the middle. A part of Jake wanted him to. He didn’t like blind accusations, nor did he like the way Clement spoke to Kat. Instead, of alleviating the tension in the room. Jake decided to spray fuel to the fire rolling off of the other man. He shrugged at the anger, Kat’s hand no longer on his arm, “I think you heard me just fine.”

That seemed to fall on deaf ears as Clement’s gaze snapped to Kat. Jake glanced between the two of them. Eyes narrowing at “sharing her.” Did their rules differ from the ones he and Kat agreed upon awhile back? He gave Kat a look. A quiet sort of, ‘did you not tell him we still see one another?’ Exasperation made Jake consider leaving. Then, he remembered what Kat told him in the car the other day. Blame and holes in the wall. As Clement turned the threat to him, Jake tilted his head. White knuckles wrapped around white roses.

“You need to get the fuck out of here mate before I shove these flowers so far up your ass you’ll be speaking in fucking flowery prose.”

Jake almost goaded him. It was like watching a rooster crow over a hen. Red-faced and comical. Clement had no idea how many bar fights and drug-fueled addicts he fought off and pinned before. Yet, there Clement was with his pretty boy face and hair threatening him. Jake tilted his head at that, then looked directly at Kat. “It’s her place,” he said, silently telling Kat to kick him out first. “Your name isn’t on the lease, right?” His conscience in his mother’s voice warned him to stop talking. Jake ignored it and let the rest spill out. “So take those flowers and go fuck yourself instead of making threats you can’t back up, mate.”

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Her shoulders rose as she bristled towards the term -- share. His hand pushed her grip back, but it didn’t discourage her. She wasn’t something to be owned. And yet, Clement always treated her as such. She rolled her hand into a tight fist against his chest, curling the fabric in her hands into a tight ball. Their gaze locked. “First of all, I’m not something you own. I’m not yours. You may call me your girlfriend, but have you once heard me return the same? Do not fucking turn your shit on me every time you don’t approve of who I might fuck, which newsflash asshole, we weren’t. We were having a conversation because he’s my best friend.” 

The jealousy was something she could tolerate around strangers. His scarlet gaze made her fade to the background of that bar. His hand crunched against her date’s plate as she tried to tug back her anger. Her knuckles were still the same white, peeking through inked skin as she tried to level herself. Releasing her grip on his shirt, she rose her shoulders and heaved a sigh. “Leave. I don’t have time for this and I’m pretty sure you don’t want me to leave you over this.” She gestured her hand towards the door.  

Jake was someone in the background. Her shoulders shook as the last few words pressed from tight lips. It bit the back of her throat that she already desired a drink within only minutes of the argument. 

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