Sh*t..... (Invite)

[Kevala Katashi]

Tonight was one of those nights were Kevala was just not being herself. Why you might ask? Because Kevala was in so much trouble it was not even funny and Kev did not handle being in trouble with Mischa very well.

See, up until now, she had been hiding the fact that Kazumi had moved out, and had been hiding the fact that the mad doctor, who had been responsible for her kidnapping, rape and torture all those years ago had gotten his hands on their daughter. Who just so happened to be the faceless employer of Kaz's boyfriend....Who just so happened to be the father of the baby Kev had been failing to mention.

But that had all come crashing down, as Mischa had finally asked where Kazumi was, and Kev had told her she was sleeping at a friends....to which Mischa finally caught on that she had been doing so, every night, for almost two months now....If not longer. Needless to say, once Kevala was caught bending or withholding the truth, she was unable to keep it up. She was like Kazumi in the fact that she could not lie, she just managed to stretch the truth to fit her needs.....

Not anymore. She had been forced to tell Mischa that Kazumi had moved out a couple months ago to live with her boyfriend in the safehouse that Kev had set up when they moved to this side of the city. She had not been able to disclose any of the other information that she had been holding back, past that point, because Mischa had flipped out. (And that was putting it nicely.)

Instantly, without letting Kevala get a word in edge wise, she had demanded that Kev take her to the house, demanding to meet Patrick and to drag their daughter back home. So what had Kev done? She went and got the car! That's what! You have no idea how horrifying it was to her to have Mischa yelling at her like that....Not to mention she knew that all the rest of her, their dirty little secrets were about to come spilling out....

A little glance cast toward Mischa, offering her best, sweetest, most innocent smile...Which yeah, wasn't really, but she tried. "Baby, you know...I just didn't want you to worry..." TRUTH! She had been through so much with Aiden that she figured this was just too much for her....Or so Kev told herself. Honestly, she just hadn't wanted to get yelled at.

Dressed in her pajama's, glasses and her hair in a ponytail, it was clear that she had been ready for bed, looking every bit the part of sexy nerd instead of vicious seductress that ruled the school...But then, there had been no time for getting dressed, at least not on her end...It was either get the car or sleep on the couch, and as of right now, the couch was still a very real possibility.

Pulling into the drive she would put the SUV in park and nod toward the door. "M..My code to get in is your birthday.." Another innocent smile. That was sweet right? Fuck she hated not being able to be normal on moments like this! Movies don't fail her now!

Waiting on Mischa to get out of the car before she would follow, definitely knowing better than to get in the way right now...

[Mischa Badoer]

Holy fucking shit.

Was she ever livid. Why?

HER WIFE LIED TO HER AND MOST OF ALL HER DAUGHTER LIED TO HER.

It all added up. She hadn't even met this Patrick guy. First impressions? Well... she didn't even have to meet him to get his first second and third. Mischa won't be so forgiving about this. This was her baby girl. She did her best to raise the girl right... and to correct her from the mind games her second half was playing on her. Mischa was there for her night terrors... and for her wife's night terrors... the terrors all added up but it didn't matter because she cared for them... one of the first things Mischa made a condition for when proposing to Kevala was to get the twins back. Mischa was Italian; family was everything to her.

Kazumi had JUST opened up to Mischa...wanted to have daughter mother time.... the most she has ever wanted from Mischa..then she had gone and moved out with out a word. It was most definitely hurtful.

"Baby, you know...I just didn't want you to worry..."

"I know."

Mischa had shot a very disapproving stare at her wife. She knew that was exactly what Kevala meant to do. Kev had nothing but the best interest at heart, but unfortunately it wasn't always the interest Mischa had at heart. Mischa was the type to want to know everything... so if it was going to fuck some one over..she could try and correct it. They pulled into the drive way and Kevala told her the pass code. Normally it would have gotten a smile from her, but right now she was too pissed. Mischa nodded pressed a kiss to her cheek before taking off her seat belt.

She headed out the car and right to the front door.

Her fingers slid across the pin pad quickly before she slammed the door open.

"Kazumi Akela Badoer! Come here this instant!"

That is how you know a mother is pissed.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

For the most part, tonight had been a rather laid back, easy going evening for the two of them. Kazumi had not been feeling one hundred percent tonight, having eaten way too much for her still rather unsettled stomach, so, she had just opted for laying in bed and chatting, showing Patrick a few of her latest sketches and what not.

Unusual for them not to be making out or having sex, but then being pregnant tended to fuck with that from time to time. So, here she was, curled up on the bed with him, snuggled in close and flipping through her latest sketch pad. "So, this is what I was thinking of doing for the baby's room..." Turning the page to a drawing she had done of a room, complete with a crib and various images, all child friendly, etched along the walls. "I figured I could draw the stuff myself, since well, I am not too bad at it..." She smiled sheepishly, shrugging a bit. To be honest, she was amazingly good, having gotten a good dose of it from her upbringing....but she had always thought she was lacking.

As for the baby's room...Well that was the thing. The house they currently lived in was only one bedroom, so this was her subtle way of hinting at the possibility of moving. She wasn't worried about money, cause gods knew she had enough of it and she was sure that her Mothers would not mind her spending some of her account on a house, especially if it was for this. "What do you think?"

Casting a glance up to him, those bright blue eyes a little nervous as she worried her lower lip between her teeth. Though to be honest, nothing could have prepared her for the sudden slamming sound of the front door as it was thrust open or the sound of her her Momma Mischa yelling out her full name through the house, demanding that she come in there.

Within an instant she had shot off the bed, dressed in just one of his t-shirts and a pair of underwear, since yeah, they were home and she didn't think clothing was an issue. "Shit...." She had sorta known that Momma Kev hadn't told Momma Mischa, but she had hoped that the woman had found out and that she herself was just not remembering it. What with her memories still being a bit sketchy.

Quickly she would dart out of the bedroom and down the hall, coming to a stop a good distance from her Mother's and looking at them both with a bit of an innocent and yet uncertain look. "Momma, che cosa ci fai qui?"[Momma, what are you doing here?] Her nervousness causing her to revert back to the language she was most comfortable with in these situations, always had been when dealing with her Mother when she was in trouble....On the rare instances she spoke at all. But then, without Aiden here, she sort of had to.

Nervously her fingers twisted within the ends of the shirt she wore, her foot nudging against the floor as Kevala shut the door to the house, not wanting the neighbors to wake up and call the cops or anything, cause yeah, that would just be bad. Very bad. A glance cast over her shoulder, knowing that Patrick was not likely to be far behind her, not with that sudden intrusion into their peaceful night.

[Legion]

Yeah it was a crazy night. It was nearing bed time and they weren't busy trying to screw each other's brains out, or doing something in similar nature. As it would turn out, that might very well save his life. But he didn't know that, not yet. For now though, snuggling was good. Looking at her sketches as he was snuggled in close to her. Patrick honestly thought that her drawing was excellent. He knew that she was a little self conscious and that was the main reason why she didn't give herself too much credit at all. For now though he figured it wasn't time to bring that up.

Mainly because there were other questions to deal with. Like what baby room was she talking about? Yes, Patrick wasn't that dumb, he knew what the subtle implication there was, though he wasn't sure he liked it. How were they going to pay for the house? Patrick didn't really want her sinking all of her money into it. That wasn't to say that she or her parents more likely couldn't afford it, but he didn't want to be that guy who was a bum living off of her either. He didn't mind if he made less money then her, but he didn't want to be a bum either.

"I think that it looks amazing love," Patrick said with a smile. He meant every word. It wasn't just false praise either. She really had a knack for this kind of stuff. That however was about all the praise that she was going to get. Not because Patrick was that guy, but because he heard the door burst open and a woman screaming for Kazumi, one that wasn't Kevala so he could only assume it was the other Mom, Mischa.

Patrick would follow Kazumi, just not as quickly. As for what he was wearing, it was basically opposite of what she was. He wasn't wearing a shirt, showing his plethora of scars stemming from knives and gunshots on his chest and back, though most notable on his back was that pair of wings carved onto his back. But he was wearing a pair of pajama pants. And fortunately for them it was abundantly clear in both the way they held themselves and the sheer lack of sweat or blood that they weren't working on anything else ether.

Patrick came up silently behind Kazumi, standing to her side as she spoke to the woman who was obviously Mischa. Smart enough Patrick would not touch Kazumi, nor would he speak unless spoken to. He didn't know Mischa, but he figured if she had married Kevala he should proceed here with extreme caution. Because he figured Kevala wouldn't marry some gentle flower. Especially not be what looked like submissive to her.

Patrick would stand beside Kazumi as she spoke in italian. Patrick's Italian wasn't great, but he knew enough to be dangerous. He got the gist of what Kazumi had asked. Something about her mother being here. Most likely why in context...

[Kevala Katashi]

Kevala would feel a sudden stab of pain and hear the sound of her demon literally whimpering as that look was cast her way. Gods she was going to be making up for this forever and a day, and it hadn't even gotten as bad as it was about to get. Feeling that kiss to her cheek she would wince slightly, knowing that Mischa was hurt and knowing that she was the cause of it. Could she say that she understood the depths of the other woman's pain? No, she could not. But she knew enough to know that it was greater than whatever hurt she could manage to feel herself.

It was this reason that she simply nodded and followed along silently. Though as the door was thrust open, making a rather loud, distinct, thud against the wall, Kevala would step forward, directly behind Mischa. "Baby you need to calm down. I do not think this is going to be the best way to handle this.." Though no sooner had she gotten her words out than the pair would show up, both of them dressed and ready for bed it seemed.

Now, she may not have seen anything wrong with their attire, or lack there of, but she wasn't sure if Mischa was going to be so understanding. Though, she was hopeful that her wife would catch on that Kazumi was indeed sleeping with the kid....Maybe then the news of the baby wouldn't result in all of their deaths.

Closing the door as Kazumi spoke up, Kevala would lean her shoulder into the wall, folding her arms over her chest as she cast a glance from her wife, to her daughter to...well...whatever he was. Not really inclined to call him part of the family, even though she saw in her daughter's eyes that he was, at least in her mind....and well, with the baby then technically one could assume....But yeah, Kev was far too stubborn for that nonsense.

She did not trust the boy, though that wasn't uncommon, she didn't trust anyone, save for a few people she could easily count on one hand. But she had her reasons for not killing him, or trying to tear her daughter away, she was just hoping that Mischa would stop and think about the fact that Kev had not done so. Mostly because she knew that Kevala always had a reason for anything she did.......even if it wasn't the most sound reason in the world sometimes...Like, this current mess for example.

[Mischa Badoer]

Kazumi would come out of hiding in no time. She ignored Kevala's advice 'cause quite frankly letting Kazumi do what she wanted wasn't doing any good either. Not long after she noticed the boy. Oh boy did she ever. She would glare up at him, not answering Kazumi's question right away. Finally she would look over at Kazumi and would sigh.

"Vi sto portando a casa."

She would walk passed the two of them and head right into the bedroom. Mischa would call back as she grabbed some of Kazumi's clothes from the closet and dresser. "Kazumi, andate ad aspettare in macchina."[Kazumi, go wait in the car.] Mischa folded the clothes into a pile and would pick them up. She would head towards the boy whom she had no idea about.

"And you. Get the fuck out of this house."

There was no sense humour in her voice like there usually had been. She was passed that point cause a boy was corrupting her baby girl.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Her eyes grew a bit wider when her Mother told her that she was taking her home, a glance cast to Kevala as if seeking some form of support here before she would quickly have her attention jerked back by Mischa moving down the hallway toward their bedroom. "No, non mi lasciare, questa è la mia casa."[No, I am not leaving, this is my home now.] Turning to follow behind the woman, a glance cast toward Patrick as she gave a weak little smile and brushed her hand lightly against his own before she would disappear into the bedroom.

"Arresto ..."[Stop...]It took every bit of courage she had to actually say that as she moved and grabbed up what clothes Mischa would pull out, putting them right back where they had been. She wasn't budging on this one, and she wasn't going to give in just because she hated having to talk to her Mother this way. "Ti amo mamma, ma io lo amo troppo e voglio rimanere qui."

It was the truth, she did love her Mother, both of them, but she wasn't going to leave and go back home, not when she had a life here that she so desperately wanted to keep. Those eyes fading to amethyst as she would continue to put away her clothes, bound and determined not to allow her Mother to remove her from this house...which yeah, might be a bit hard, but she was going to have to try. "Si prega di mamma..."[Please Momma]

[Legion]

Yeah, Patrick was definitely going to be wary of this woman. As submissive as Kev was being, a woman he saw as incredibly dangerous; while he wasn't quaking in fear over Mischa he wouldn't be without caution either. He honestly had no idea what to do here. Oh, he fully intended to stand his ground, but he wasn't about to get in the way of a family spat either. He knew how important family was to Kazumi, and although it was appearing he was down and out for the count for likely both mothers, Patrick wasn't about to give any of them more ammo either. He would let Kazumi deal with this, and trust she knew how to navigate family matters better then him, especially her own. If needed he'd speak up.

Yeah, that glare was definitely cuing him in that he was not liked. Well big surprise there. Seems like the only good impressions he could ever make were to the wrong people. Yeah, that glare told him that he should consider himself lucky that a gun wasn't already to his head. He heard her speak to Kazumi again, in italian. Once again, he didn't get the whole thing, just the gist. Something about her taking Kazumi home he assumed, though there was definitely a look of confusion on his face. Indicative of an ability to at least attempt to understand, though the longer the sentences got the harder it would get.

That second one as she went past them. Something about Kazumi and a car. Going to? Easy, go wait in the car. At least he was about ninety percent sure on that one. Kazumi's replies were far more difficult though. Longer sentences for the most part, though the gist was far easier. No, though he wasn't so sure about the last part of that sentence, something about home, probably that this was her home. Patrick gave her a encouraging smile as she chased after her mother, feeling her hand brush against his.

As she went inside their bedroom Patrick would not listen to Mischa. Contrary he would lean up against the wall somewhat opposite that of the door, although not directly in front of it. Listening in to the conversation that wasn't exactly muted. Basically he heard love thrown around, him and you, so probably I love both of you. The last thing Patrick heard, he had no clue. Politeness was never something he had picked up on. Turns out the types he picked his italian up on from weren't that polite.

So Patrick just leaned up against the wall and waited for the inevitable shit storm coming his way...

[Kevala Katashi]

Well this was going to take awhile, a little wince as she heard Mischa explain that they were going to take her home, and of course, she heard Kazumi protest. Not surprising, she knew that it was going to happen. Hence why she wasn't getting in the middle of it. In fact she was staying as far away from being in the middle of this as possible. Watching as Mischa went to the room, and Kazumi followed suit, she would catch that look her daughter cast to the boy.

A little groan, as she noted exactly what that look was. Making her all the more sure that this was not going to go well. So, when the two were in the room arguing, she would step forward and give a little nod toward the kitchen. "Come on kid...Lets get something to drink." She wasn't being snarky or even rude, she was being earnest really...Moving toward the kitchen, and casting him a glance as she did so. "Trust me, this is going to take awhile and it is best if we are far away from it when it gets worse...."

She nodded, her voice hinting that there was worse to come, though she wasn't about to say it within earshot of the bedroom. Nope, then she would get dragged in and all hell would break loose. No, she was content to just go rummage about the kitchen to try and find something to drink and create a distraction for herself.

Not to mention, if he was going to be a part of this family, he was going to have learn how to cope with these things like she did, because lets face it....out of everyone in the family he was most like Kev...Even she saw that, she just tried to ignore it....

Moving into the kitchen she would start searching the cabinets to see if they had any decaf coffee...Pretty sure they would since Kazumi couldn't have sure or caffeine....Just like herself.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa stopped just as Kazumi asked...though it wasn't because she was asked it was because Kazumi was arguing with her. Now this too was a rare occasion. Kazumi never said anything let alone argue. Shit changed with the kidnapping...with the disappearance of her brother. Mischa would pinch her temples between her thumb and ring finger. She was shaking with anger as she let out an irritated sigh.

"This is not your home. It isn't under your name. You don't have the income to support a house like this. It is all me, because you are still under my roof and my rules. You aren't old enough to make these kinds of decisions." she would reach into the closet and dresser again to re-pull out the clothes.

"And as for loving him. I'm glad you love him sweaty. I'm not against you having a boyfriend, but just because you love him doesn't mean you have to move in with him the second you get the chance. If you loved him and if he loved you. You can visit him...he can visit us... like every other normal fucking teenager. You're not an adult yet you don't get to make these adult decisions. Not yet." she would fold the clothes against and pile them in a neat little pile. There was nothing she could do about how shaky hands...or her voice which was cracking.

Her head was pounding with anger. Kazumi had a good family. A family who loved her and yet she wanted to just fuck off with some guy she had just fell in love with. It was still too new to even decide whether one was fit to live with. That kind of shit took time and she believed in building such a trust and a love...hell she had the same situation with Kevala... but yet again the both of them didn't have families..they were on their own and they were all each other had....well.... all Mischa had.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would draw in a deep breath and shake her head, her hands shaking as she forced the rest of her clothes back into the dresser. "This house is under Momma Kevala's name! She got it for me when we moved here in case something ever happened and she told me that I could live here!" She would narrow her eyes, growling slightly. "But fine...You don't want me to live here, and I don't want to live there, so I will figure something out on my own."

She was dead serious too, moving around to jerk free a pair of pants from the closet so that she could slip them on before moving to grab her shoes. Though that comment about her not being old enough got her, making her anger just intensify that much more..."I died! I was held prisoner for three months and I was raped, tortured and beaten within an inch of my life almost every day!" Standing once she got her shoes on, and shaking her head....No longer so concerned about being nice, as she had Kevala's temper and tended to fly off the handle sometimes.

"I have been kidnapped, I have been stabbed and cut up. I have been made to forget everything that I ever knew..Yet you want to tell me that I don't know how to decide if I love somebody enough to live with them!?" She would growl and just spin on her heels, grabbing an extra shirt from one of the drawers as well as Patrick's shoes...."Keep the fucking house!"

Turning she would storm out of the bedroom and down the hall, finding him and throwing his clothes at him. "Come on." A little, weak smile given to him even though her eyes were already turning a much darker shade. Another glance given to her Mother Kevala, though she would just shake her head and sigh...She wasn't trying to run away, she was too much like her Mother to do that...but she knew what would happen if she fully lost her temper...So it was just better if she leave. Pure and simple.

[Legion]

Patrick leaned and waited. Turning when he caught Kev stepping towards him out of the corner of his eye. As she suggested moving to the kitchen, well, Patrick wasn't argue. Noting that the tone she gave him wasn't snarky or sarcastic in the least. Hell, it was actually what one could call, dare he say it? Civil. Patrick gave a curt little nod opting to move towards the kitchen with her, listening to her comment about it getting worse. That only drawing the quiet question, making sure not to be within earshot of the room, "Worse?"

Patrick had to wonder exactly what he was getting into as he made it into the kitchen. Not that he was going to up and run, but this whole family thing was getting interesting. He never really had the pleasure of dealing with parents. Maybe once but that was it. He had to wonder how normal this kind of thing was. Not only for this family, but all families. Though there was a part of him that knew the family he was about to participate with, at the very least was not exactly normal. He wasn't sure why, he just got that feeling.

Grabbing a cup, he'd simply turn on the tap and get some water. He wasn't too big a drinker of anything else. Juice maybe, but that was it really. Water was fine for now though. As he looked at Kev moving through the cabinets he would guess coffee, "If yer looking for decaff it's in the bottom right cabinet, towards the front to the left. Orange lid. Filters are the shelf above the coffee."

It was an educated guess. He drank coffee, but he knew that Kazumi only drank decaf. His guess was that she only drank decaf as well. Being the whole biological mother thing, and him knowing that Kazumi couldn't drink it caffeinated. Patrick was simply trying to be helpful here. It was the drink that one would find in cabinets after all.

Before Kev really had the chance to reply or get the coffee things apparently had boiled over in the other room. As Patrick heard some yelling and growling, turning to see a shirt being thrown at him and, a little grunt, as he found out the shoes were in there as well. He'd at least put the shirt on, giving her a hesitant smile as she told him to come. Now normally Patrick would be all for following her when she told him to, generally because it ended in sex, and who didn't want that? But the darker shade her eyes were turning concerned him, and he wasn't exactly sure what to do.

On the one hand, leaving now probably meant that Feht wouldn't make an appearance. On the other hand, leaving also meant that this relationship was likely to be ruined, the one with her mother/s? at least. While staying risked Feht coming out, it also had a high chance of salvaging the relationship with her mother/s? Patrick sighed. He knew how important family was to her. He couldn't let her ruin it. Even if he was probably going to spend a few night on the couch or something.

Shirt on Patrick would ask, "Shouldn't we stay, calm down and at least try and talk things out?"

Though, leaving was always an option too...

[Kevala Katashi]

She nodded to his question, waiting until they were in the kitchen before opting to answer. "She doesn't know about the baby yet..." Speaking rather low as to avoid being over heard as she went about going through the cabinets.

When he mentioned where the coffee was she would give a little nod of thanks and then turn to grab it, moving to start a pot which she was sure she was going to need, since sleep was NOT happening tonight. She already knew that. "She looks at you the way I do my Mischa...." Spoken rather off handedly as she ran her tongue across her lips, reaching up to push her glasses back up on her nose. Oh, she saw it, but she knew that her wife was too lost in the idea of losing her only remaining child to pay attention.

Yet just as she had started the coffee, she heard the sound of Kazumi yelling from the other room. It was a small house, not very hard....A little wince as she heard those words, and a slight shake of her head as she sighed. Though when she turned back to him, she would simply grip the counter, hopping up onto it to sit down....and so she could get out of the way. "Incoming...."

It might not have made sense when she said it, but about five seconds later came the pair of shoes and shirt flying across the kitchen to where he was. She knew her daughter....perhaps more than people gave her credit for. A glance to Kazumi confirming what she already knew. "Kazumi, calm down. You do not need to get this upset, you know what happens."

Yes, their daughter had a temper worse than Kevala's when it came right down to it, just Mischa had not seen it full scale like Kev had....mostly because Kevala was around Kazumi at school more and had to deal with the whole Feht thing as well, even if she didn't do so directly. Pulling her legs up onto the counter, wanting to be fully out of the way....cause Mischa should be following pretty soon and gods was she going to be pissed. Then he spoke up to Kazumi and she would wince. Oh, that was going to cost him. Not that she disagreed, it was just still going to cost him.

"Umm, I would suggest ducking and covering....just so you know." Speaking of course to Patrick who she kind of felt bad for, because yeah, she could only imagine what it was like for him, because it would have been just like this for her if she were in his shoes. Only, Mischa's father was more likely to just kill her and be done with it. But that was beside the point.

[Mischa Badoer]

"Weird... Legally this is my house as well by marriage...also the small fact I am the main source of income." Yes she was pulling out technicalities... Though it wasn't long before Kazumi got down right dirty.

Mischa's heart felt like it was pulled up into her throat. She didn't like the whole mentioning of Kazumi's misfortunes and she probably knew that. It was probably the worse thing she could possibley bring up into an arguement. Kazumi would head out of the room and Mischa would follow quickly in tow. Yes bad shit happened but it was no excuse.

"If pain is what makes you realize you love someone than you are wrong. It's how the person makes you feel..how you feel about the person. What happened to you had nothing to do with it and you're just trying to guilt me. It's proving further more you are acting childish. What happened only made you more fragile and you aren't ready because of that but you're being stubborn like your mother to see it. Her and I did what you are doing now and it was too early... It was a mistake... but we did love each other regarldess and here we are...Married with a happy life. You don't need to move in with him now to 'prove' that love."

Kev would tell Kazumi to calm down. Mischa stood far from Kazumi with a pleading stare. Though she broke the eye contact with her daughter to look over at Patrick who obviously saw the importance of the situation and was handling it more adult like. Her brows furrowed in an obviously thankful manner in regards to Patrick's actions before she looked over at Kazumi once again. Her eyes were watering at this point and she would finally speak up again, but in a quieter tone to try and calm the situation...as well as calm herself. "Please Kazumi... Understand that you can still be with him without having to move out before you're ready... Finish school.... Have a life your mother and I didn't get a chance to have." Both of them didn't have a childhood.. Kev being tortured...Mischa being thrusted into the mafia at the young age once the death of her mother happened on her birthday.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She was not really listening. She was tired of being treated like she was a child that didn't know what she was talking about. Yes, in reality she did act a bit more childish than she should, but that still didn't matter to her. She was far too much like Kevala who STILL acted way too childish to ever really allow herself to realize that.

Nope, she was done talking about this, or at least that is what she tried to tell herself. But then, when he chose to side with her Mother, which was exactly what his words translated to in her already jumbled up and clouded head, a look of pain would flash across her eyes before it was quickly consumed with anger...Her hand shooting out to the counter, grabbing one of the glass jars that held the sugar and chunking it right at his head. "FINE!"

The blackness in her eyes indicating that she was not really being herself right now, whatever link she had to her brother and whatever bad she had within herself quickly starting to consume her. Eyes cut to her Mother Kevala before she would spin around on her heels to face Mischa. "I am pregnant!" Yes, that was right out of the blue and she really didn't give a fuck right now.

Her hand shaking as she felt her head starting to pound, that nagging sensation she fought against so hard, the one that she struggled not to give into, was getting louder now. Harder to fight against. Reaching out once more, she would grab her keys off the table that stood near the entrance to the kitchen, shaking her head as she would move to make her way toward the door. "I love him, because I can't imagine living my life without him. Because all my life I have lived hidden behind Aiden and scared to get out, scared to be myself....because the person I am is a fucking nut job psycho just like my mother! But guess what, he loves me despite all that and he accepts me for who I am! That is why I love him....because for the first time in my life I feel like I actually belong somewhere!" She would whimper, blackness continuing to swallow up the amethyst in her eyes....Even as the tears spilled free. "You took Aiden away from me! Now you want to take this away too?"

She shook her head and would move to leave the house. So unless she was stopped she was fully intent upon getting in her car and driving off.