Every human’s instinct when in a situation where someone faces someone or something that could be their lives in danger is a simple one: run. Run like hell, don't look back and hope it doesn't get you. That’s how Kayla was supposed to be reacting to Damon’s latest exposure to tell her something he had been hiding for months. He was a vampire. He had bit her sister, he had provoked a car crash that could've killed her mother and God knows what else he had done. And if it was like in the movies, he could kill her in seconds and not feel any trace of remorse. Even the most stupid person would run and never look back or think twice about leaving if they were in Kayla’s situation. That was obvious and a basic thing to do. Though, no one ever thought about one defining feeling that could complicate the instinct we acquire without trying; love. Kayla loved Damon, that’s all she knew and was sure about in a life that was crazier than a roller coaster. No instinct could convince her to avoid him for eternity, even if she locked herself up. No instinct could make her fall out of the love she felt for Damon. People say that love made people do crazy and stupid things. And in the brunette’s case, she was still hung up on a creature that was supposed to be heartless, a beast. Stupid, but completely justifiable in a twisted world. In Kayla’s world, at least at that moment.
Damon had told her countless times that he could make her forget; that they could go back to what they were and part of her wanted to just say yes and move on with her life. But nothing assure her or him that the same situation wouldn't repeat itself and then she had to go through this again, and again, and again. At that moment in her life, the brunette was looking for a solution that was only temporary, running away from every possibility that would involve her and some magic trick vampires do. So, even though it was something she didn't really want to do, Kayla resorted to the only thing that came to her mind when the words forgetting and temporarily came together in one sentence: alcohol. Not that it would be her first choice in all the other situations, but between having to keep herself from telling Brayden what was really wrong with her, lying to her sister which obviously led into arguments, the girl didn't know how was wasn't the one lying down on the bed with someone taking care of her instead of the overgrown baby she called her mother. Maybe Kayla was stronger than she thought she was, like Brayden kept telling her over and over again. But even then, it didn't seem to be enough to convince the female.
The latest fight between her and her sister had resulted in the latter leaving the house for the night and for God knows how long. Kayla knew it was entirely her fault that the conversation ended how it ended -- her actions letting themselves be guided by her illogical jealousy towards the uncomfortable fact that her sister remained friends with her ex-boyfriend (and Kayla was one hundred percent sure that her little sister wasn't aware that two were the times she had been a snack to Damon). She wanted to stop lying to her sister, but she also wanted to keep her away from the hurt that Kayla was still experiencing upon finding out that books about vampires and werewolves weren't as pathetic as she initially thought. Countless were the nights where the girl fell asleep wishing that the life she had been leading for weeks had been just a bad dream and that she would wake up the next day, with a smile on her face and Damon's arms around her, indicating that the night had been peaceful and nothing like the roller coaster that was her life at the moment.
Kayla was sure that she was already on her third drink and she hadn't been at the Grill for that long. The place was quiet and there weren't many people there that night. Everyone was probably smarter than her and were getting drunk at some friend's place or even inside their own homes. Looking down at the glass, she was strangely amused by how the liquid move itself around in the cage it was in; from one side to another, and a drunken smile appeared on her thin lips before connecting them with the glass again, taking a short sip of the amber drink, letting the alcohol burn her throat even more. The brunette was well aware she was a lightweight, that had been proved the last time she had been here with Damon when she couldn't even stand alone on her own two feet without falling to the side. Kayla took a look around the place, scanning the four walls for some recognizable face, or even for a few enhanced looks that might please her eyes.
