I'm Yours... And Drunk (Kevala)

[Mischa Badoer]

(In continuation with Sweet Potato)

~The one night stand~

She was in a taxi with some guy she didn't know the name of. He kept kissing her neck, but she couldn't bring herself to kissing him back so instead she held her hand against his cheek and pulled her face clear of her and stared out the window. Finally they were outside what appeared to be his place. They both left the cab and he had the pleasure of paying the fair. As the taxi drove off the boy gently brushed at Mischa's face.

"Come on... Let's get some ice on those..."

Mischa slightly tipped over, not able to hold herself up from the alcohol. He would open the door and she would enter a little uneasy feeling in her stomach.... She sat herself on his couch when he had asked her to as he left into the kitchen. He was able to catch Mischa for a few reasons. She had a low self esteem and he complimented her.... she was drunk as fuck... and the girl she loved didn't want to be with her the way they were meant to be.

As he was gone she drunkenly would rock back and forth that sick feeling deep in her gut. Mischa tried blaming it on the alcohol, but she knew that wasn't the case. She told Kevala she would wait.. this wasn't waiting... This was being disloyal and sleezy.

She got up and left the house without saying bye. She was sure he would get pissed, but won't really give a shit because Mischa was sure that she was one of many. Now she had never been on this part of San Diego before... it was a bit sketchy... Her lip was fat and her eye was becoming a deep purple and blue. Yeah she got into a mess with Addie and Riley... Mischa started some shit with randoms and now she was paying for it. Riley and Addie also thought Mischa was in a cab making her way safely back to her loft... little did they know she went to another bar, got more drinks, and was picked up by a sleeze ball. Mischa picked up her phone and looked at the numbers... the very few she had. Riley's name had been highlighted and she was sooo close to calling him... but that's not what she wanted.... It would be the smart decision, but it didn't mean she had to like it.

She let the phone ring and if she picked up she would say the same thing as if she didn't and was leaving a message.

"Haaaaai.... baby.. Um I-I'm sh-shoorry... I'm am callin' thish um... thish late." she looked down at her watch. "Oh... I...I mean this early...but um.. I'm jusht uh.. I'm jusht callin' 'cause I miss you a bunchesh and umm.. that and I'm am losht... I donno where I am..." she looked around herself... the streets were nearly empty... trying to look for a landmark... and she was by a park.... and one of those stores that sell stupid shit like Christmas lights and toiletries... just everything random and low quality for a cheap price. "I'm by a giant bear shaped bush tree and flowerssh... and a store that... oh hai... baby I see a bar you went to onshe... I picked you up from it!!! Okay... well I MIGHT be able to find my way back home now.... Kay... that is a lie... but I'm....." she stumbled over the sidewalk and just sat there contently. She picked up the phone that was now a little scratched up from the fall and put it to her ear. "You still there? Any way as I was saying...." yeah... she forgot what she was saying so she sat there for a moment trying to remember.... "oh yeah... don't worry I'm gonna try and find home... BUT if you wanna come visit me that's okay too 'cause I don't know where I'm going...kaythnxbyekisskiss"

Mischa hung up the phone and leaned back on her elbows on the sidewalk staring at the garden that was behind a gate... They had pretty flowers...

>:3

Mischa took about ten minutes to stand up properly and when she was able to she staggered to the gate and slid off her grey bomber jacket and hung it over the top of the fence and pulled herself up. Once at the top she tipped over and landed straight on her back into the flowers with a muffled thud and a small yelp that indicated she was slightly winded. Once getting a hold of herself (which was hard she kind of got comfy and just wanted to go to sleep) she would sit up and pluck some random floors.... the roots still attached with a clod of dirt... she tossed them through the gate and would climb back and over grabbing her jacket... putting it back on without dusting herself off free from the dirt and grass stains..

Leaving the flowers on the cement she walked over to the shitty store and smashed the hell out of the window.... the alarm went off and she slowly picked out what she wanted...... Christmas lights, a tacky red and white checkered picnic blanket.... chips and soda.... only kind of food in such a store so nothing romantic.... She held them tightly to her stomach and walked over to the flowers and picked them up now receding into the park slightly...still in view from the street as she set up the lights and plugged them into an output someone would plug their car into...and she set up the blanket, chips, and pop. She was drunk..so if she were sober she would have done something more romantic..... and would have done a better job decorating.

Now all she had to do was wait for Kev... if she didn't come... well... Mischa would just sleep in the park and let Future Mischa deal with finding a way home.

(OOC: I went to town 0.0)

[Ceraphine Davis]

It was....well god knew what time it was, but needless to say, Kevala had finally fallen asleep. It of course had not been easy and though she had thought of taking a drink to help her, she figured it best not to. So she had stayed up, worked out, watched movies and FINALLY passed out on the couch. Now, there she rested, one foot propped up and over the back of the couch, the other laid straight out over the rest of the seat, and her hand s resting on her stomach. A very comfortable position actually.

The television now played some random infomercial about an exercise machine that was supposed to help you burn 10 lbs in just 4 weeks. Another cheesy, washed up actor promoting it with a little too much excitement and way too much happiness.

Just then the sounds of her cell phone started to echo through the room, the music which played significant because that song only played for one person....Mischa. But that did not mean that Kevala focused on that right away. In fact it took a couple rings for her to even wake up and realize what it was.

Groaning lightly she threw her hand out to try and find her phone,not bothering to open her eyes as she did such and forgetting the limited area in which she had to move. So when her weight got shifted off balance and she rolled off the couch and onto the floor with a heavy little thud, she was above all things, surprised.

Whimpering lightly as she laid there, now face first on the carpeted floor, she heard the phone ring once more, and would in turn throw her hand up onto the coffee table to grab for it. Knocking over an empty cup, a bowl that had some popcorn left in it, and the television remote.

Finally her fingers settled onto the vibrating, noisy contraption that had been the cause of her current situation. Not even bothering to look at the ID, still not registering who the ringtone belonged to, she would slide the phone open and bring it to her ear.

"Wha...........................Mischa?"

The angered, annoyed tone of her voice fading as she listened to the drunken, slurred speech of the other girl describing how she was lost and how she was going to try and find her way home. Listening to each detail about the landmarks that Mischa saw as Kevala sat up and pushed her hair back out of her face.

"What are you doin............"

She was cut off with more drunken rambling, all the while trying to figure out why Mischa would be on that side of town at this time of night. Especially if she was drunk.

Pushing herself up to stand, and tucking the phone between her shoulder and her now tilted head, she would continue to listen even as she ran upstairs to put on her pink and white pj bottoms and a pair of pink fuzzy slippers. Not bothering to change from the black tank top she already had on.

As she started out of the room once more, she found her chance to say something and would rush the words to try and get them out before Mischa decided to try and ramble on once more.

"You stay there I wi......."

The drunken goodbye came through the other end and Kev would growl slightly in frustration. Then came the silence and the sound of her phone beeping at her to signify the end of the call.

"Oh shut up..."

She growled as she stuffed the phone into her pocket and then reached into the hall closet where all the jackets were stored and grabbed out an oversized black sweater. Slipping it on, she hurried to Zeke's room and slowly slid her hands beneath him to pick him up.

Gods she was thankful he could sleep through just about everything that came his way, especially now. Leaving the house she buckled Zeke into his carseat in the SUV and then climbed in.

The cool morning air making her groan once more. She was NOT a morning person, and that was when she woke up on her own. Needless to say she was not happy right now, but it was Mischa and honestly she could not do what she wanted to do, which was turn off her phone, roll over and go back to bed.

Laying her head against the steering wheel for a moment she sighed and then started the ignition and pulled out of the driveway.

It took her awhile to find just the right area, but soon enough she was slowly cruising down the old familiar street she had frequented so many times during her last drunken binge. Her eyes scanning through the darkness for that familiar little figure and seeing nothing.

It was starting to frustrate her, making her more and more grumpy as the night......er....morning dragged on.

Then, finally, she spotted somebody in the park, the decorations surrounding the figure making her brow perk in curiosity. Then, it dawned on her, that was Mischa.

Oh gods.....

Pulling over, she left the car running, removed the keys and locked the doors, making sure Zeke was nice and secure before she headed over to try and tackle the drunkness that was Mischa.

"What are you doing out here?"

Getting closer, she spotted the state in which Mischa appeared. A shock wave of anger seeming to erupt from her and into the air around them.

"What the hell happened to you?"

Pissed? You could say that. She was just gonna tear somebodies head off and feed it to her dogs. No big deal.

[Mischa Badoer]

"What are you doing out here?"

Mischa was standing there on the blanket... trying her best to stand straight...thinking she was doing a good job when really she wasn't. "What are yoooooou doing out here?"
she would ask back in her slurred voice as she snorted when laughing at her poor joke.

"What the hell happened to you?"

Mischa sunk slightly... her shoulders raised and her head lowered like a puppy with a tail between their legs. Her lips pursed...smiling like a doughnut as she held out the messy flowers.... that had peddles mission. "OOOOOOOH...You're mad!" her arm nudged upwards holding the flowers still trying to get Kev to grab them. "I got you...*hickup* flowers baby.... The stores were closed so I...I hand picked 'em..." Mischa would smile.. her eyes drooping from being both tired and trashed... though that wasn't something someone would pay attention to...rather they would look at the wounds on her face from a bar brawl. "I knew it was.. eh...uh... it was a no no to wake you..um.. up.. so I-I made a picnic.." Mischa would gesture towards the blanket that wasn't even laying flat... it was wrinkled and uneven. Though right when she pointed at it.. the sprinklers turned on. Mischa turned to Kev perking her brows and covering her mouth laughing as the blanket was getting wet.... but she stopped when more sprinklers erected from the ground and started shooting at them.

"OH NOOOO TAAKE COVVERRRR!!!" Mischa laughed wrapping her arms around Kev and running towards the blanket. At least tried... Mischa's clumsiness ontop of both her inebriated state and wet grass... she slipped and landed beside the blanket...and would bring Kev with her..the girl would probably land on her and Mischa would grunt, but not feel the pain..that was for Sober Mischa to deal with... so she grabbed for the blanket and draped it over the both of them. "HAHAHA!! How long do the sprinklers last?! Hope...hopefully for a long time..." she would burp, but make sure it wasn't in Kev's face 'cause that would be rude ^.^

[Ceraphine Davis]

Eventually Kevala reached out, taking the flowers complete with the clumps of dirt and looked at them with a bit of a smile forming on her face. Trying to play nice just so she could get Mischa into the SUV and get her home.

"Thank you baby....How about we......."

She was cut off by the sudden sound of sprinklers and then feeling herself tugged and thrown under the blanket thingy with Mischa. With a little groan at the weight of the impact to the ground she looked at Mischa and would wrinkle her nose. Letting out a soft, somewhat frustrated sigh.

"Baby, we have to go. Zeke is in the car waiting for us."

She would then push the blanket off of them, feeling water start to spray her as she growled and held up the blanket to try and stop some of it from getting onto her or Mischa for that matter.

Moving to stand she would wrap her small fingers about Mischa's wrist and start to tug her along toward the exit of the park..Hoping that she would not put up too much of a fuss because that would just be a bit of a pain in the ass....

"What are you doing on this side of town anyways?"

Kevala could not help but be courious why the girl she loved was off in some part of town she did not know too well, late at night and drunk off her ass..

[Mischa Badoer]

"Baby, we have to go. Zeke is in the car waiting for us."

"Oh..... alright.." she jutted her lip out as she stood from the ground and Kev then tugged on her wrist. Mischa tried to keep up, but she kept slipping and losing her balance.

"What are you doing on this side of town anyways?
Mischa paused and stood as still as she could...tugging her wrist free from Kev... she stood there looking ahead of her at the girl that she was disloyal to.. her makeup running down her wet face from the sprinkler... shaking from getting cold as her teeth chattered.... yes she looked like a little girl getting scolded. It was totally flipped. Mischa had never gotten completely drunk around Kev...tipsy maybe.. but for the longest time she didn't have a sip of alcohol to avoid getting Kev involved with alcohol due to her problem... and here she was...soooo trashed she could barely stare, stand, or speak straight... and now she looked as if she was gonna cry as she held her arms up and her head sunk down while her eyes looked to the ground and she walked towards Kev to hug her.

"I'm s-sorry...baby... A guy said I had a nice... um mouth.. no.um..smile.. and I just agreed to go home with him...'cause he said he would make me feel better...... I assumed getting me a bag of ice...but a part of me knew better... and I guess I...I- was dumb... 'cause he started kissing my neck in the cab.... but I didn't kiss him back baby...... but I feel...bad for letting him do that! I don't know how to react to something like that.... people don't kiss me..you do...but you...you're the only thing I know...and want... and...and now I'm all nervous you don't want me.... and..and I'm ranting to you...like I would as if I just met you...baby...I'm sorry! sho...so...shorry!"

She would let go of Kev and turn around to start walking away. "K...I will go now.. I'm sorry for waking you when you need your...umm beauty sleep..though you are too pretty you don't need any more...beauty..... you will S'PLODE with beauty!" she would ramble as she walked and then tipped over walking away..... landing on her ass. "Oops...I was just walking there...and the ground went WHOOP!" she would look back up at Kev with puppy dog eyes. "Which way is my pizza shop?"

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev was patient, and all she could think about was getting Mischa home, in the bath and then tucked into bed...Her bed of course, cause like hell she would leave her at home alone like this.

Then, the girl jerked her hand away, and as Kev turned to look at her, she noticed that look, it was like she was in trouble and for the life of her Kev could not figure out why. Surely she did not think that Kevala was mad about this? Not after all the times she had done this to get Kev's drunk ass...

Tilting her head, she got hit with waves of guilt and sadness and worry, and as those arms came out to hug her she could not resist the girl, wrapping her arms around Mischa to try and comfort her as she ran her hand down the back of her head soothingly.

But then the ramble began, the same one that Mischa gave people she just met, which meant something had happened. Though in all the things that were going through her mind, the words that came next were NOT on the list.

Before she could even help it, a wave of anger so strong shot out of her that it cause a riff in the air, the wind starting to kick up around her as her emotions fueled the bracelet. No longer did the sprinklers spray continue to pelt them. No the force of her emotions were so strong in that moment they kept them at bay.

Her eyes faded to crimson as her hands began to shake. It was not that she had been with a guy, it was that a guy had tried to take advantage of Mischa while she was in this state. That right there set Kev off on a whole new level of pissed off.

As Mischa turned to walk away, Kev would reach out, grasping her wrist and tugging her back around to look at her. As both hands came up to lightly clasp Mischa's face she shook her her head, her tone soft and loving despite the anger that still ebbed from her in strong waves throughout the park.

"It is not your fault baby. I do not hate you. Come on, we will go to my house and get you a nice warm bath and then get you to bed. Okay?"

Oh she was gonna get Mischa into bed, but she would not be sleeping that night. No, she already had other plans working in her mind. This guy, whoever he was, was gonna pay for what he did or tried to do to her Mischa. Kev could probably handle Mischa being with somebody, but somebody trying to take advantage of her? Hell was more likely to freeze over.

Offering another reassuring hug she would try and remain as calm as possible before tugging Mischa along with her toward the SUV, just wanting to get her out of here. So she could kill that son of a bitch later.

[Mischa Badoer]

"It is not your fault baby. I do not hate you. Come on, we will go to my house and get you a nice warm bath and then get you to bed. Okay?"

Mischa felt the anger.

shitshitshitshit...

"mmm mmm.... no..." she shook her head no, but she would let Kev tug her to the SUV...why? she didn't want to piss her off more. "You're mad baby.... mm mm no... I...I want to go home... I made you mad... I don't deserve you.." she kept shaking her head no like a stubborn child...she would shiver at the cold and whine. "And he wasn't as good looking as you! Though guess I will be pressin' my luck if I went for someone as sexy pants as you! but yeah..... guess I'm pressing my luck always calling you.....hoping that sooooome day you will just take me back....even though I'm not begging for you to take me back...I still call for you to take me back..hoping you will take me back....but of course that won't happen! you are a super model and I'm...like...one of those legit nerdy lanky girls that have ugly black bags under my eyes from over video gaming!! And then you're just pretty and... I can't play video games when you're around...'cause you are sexy pants!" she would pull away from Kev and walk over to the passenger side... leaning against the car as she walked around it...she sat inside and tried grabbing the belt.....missing the buckle..but yet she kept trying.

"pft" she would snort out a laugh. "I'm not drunk....I'm not seeing double.... haha you're just distracting me with your sexy face!" she would just let go of the seat belt and point forward. "ONWARD GOVNA! TO HOME WE GO! MY HOME 'CAUSE YOUR HOME IS DISTRACTING! 'Cause of your sexy eyes."

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev got her in the car, which was a start, Zeke clapping happily in the back seat as he giggled lightly. Yes, he was gonna be a joy to get back to bed cause in his mind it was time to play!

Ugh!!!

Putting the car in drive Kevala did a mental sweep of the area trying to calculate how far Mischa could have gotten in this state and narrowing down the buildings in which this GUY could live. Oh she was gonna tear his head off and use it to decorate her porch at Halloween.

Attention turning back to Mischa she would shake her head as she turned in the direction of her home. Like hell she was just gonna pour Mischa into bed and leave her alone. The girl was clumsy enough on her own, let along while drunk.

"No, you are going home with me and Zeke."

There was really no room to argue in her tone. She was not trying to be snippy but she wanted to hurt somebody and hurt them bad, barely able to keep her anger under control right now as it was.

Laying her head back against the seat she would yawn softly. Gods she was tired, but for now there would be no sleep. She had more important things on her mind than sleeping. Besides it was not like she did a whole hell of a lot of it anyways.

[Mischa Badoer]

"No, you are going home with me and Zeke."

Mischa's chirpy attitude dulled down when Kev snapped at her. She sunk into her chair and her brows furrowed as she flipped over so she was basically laying on her side as she hugged her stomach and looked out the window....her eyes catching that house as her breath set still for a moment. She wouldn't have been in this mess if she didn't let him take her home....or if she went home when she told Addz-ah-paz and Riles she was gonna...

She heard Zeke being all happy.... and Kev was mad at her...... sooooo if she just paid attention to Zeke and ignored Kev...

Mischa spun in her chair...turning around with her thumbs in each ear and her tongue sticking out while her eyes were crossed(which didn't help her triple vision). "PEEK-A-BOO!"

She paused realizing the movement she had just done AND the movement of the car just made her stomach turn in all the wrong places. "Oh God." she sunk back in her chair...hugging her stomach and pinching her lips in between her teeth..holding her mouth closed tightly.

You can hold it in....don't puke....doooon't..puuke...God I need to puke.

Her hand came up and slapped over her lips as she leaned forward, putting her head in between her knees. "Baby...baby...stop the car...stop the c-car." her other hand would grab Kev's leg and squeeze her thigh giving a little rushed nudge...hoping she would just stop the car fast....

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev let out a frustrated sigh as Mischa rolled away to look out the window. She was not mad at her, she was just...mad at the situation. But gods it was sooooo hard to reason with her right now. Shaking her head she would just grip the steering wheel and then rub her temple with her free hand.

Honestly she did not know what to do at this point other than stick to the plan she already had thought out in her mind.

"Mischa please......"

She was about to say something when Mischa turned to play with Zeke, hearing him squeal with laughter from the backseat just as the wave of sickness filled the car.

Before Mischa could even say anything Kev pulled over, she knew what was coming and for gods sake she did not want to have it happen inside her car. She loved the girl but the smell would be just..............ick.......

As she stopped she would wait for Mischa to throw open the door and then puke her little guts out, which meant if she was still awake by the time they got home it would be a miracle.

Letting a little sigh pass her lips, she laid her forehead against the steering wheel and closed her eyes. She was lost on what to feel at the moment. Maybe she should just take her home, maybe she was just pushing this whole relationship/friendship thing too far? She really just..................didnt know anymore.

[Mischa Badoer]

Kev pulled the car over and Mischa hurried to open the door Maybe a little too fast... she just didn't want to puke in Kev's car... 'cause she already made her mad enough. So it was a bad idea she had given up on her seat belt 'cause when she through her weight into pushing the door open.... she felt out; head first. She landed on the lawn luckily... but there was still gravel and she hit her nose funny so her eyes started to water.

"I'm okay that didn't hurt..I-I'm not crying... it's just my eyes doin' it without..um permission!" she would say getting up and rubbing her face...which didn't feel good considering the bruises and now the stick of small open cuts from gravel. She would smile a weak yet the average dorky Mischa smile.... "Good news I don't have to puke anymore."

She would paused and her smile turned into a look of concern.

"Nevermind..."

Mischa would turn and throw up....and throw up until she was empty and just dry heaving... trying her best to hold her hair back as she was keeling over.... finally once finished she would wait a little bit making sure it was gone... Once verified.. she would spit trying to get any nasty taste out of her mouth and she would look down at the mess she had made on the side of the road.

"Heh heh...... Sghetti." she would laugh and wipe her mouth with the back of her hand before sliding back into the car. "Kay....my head hurts more now... stupid gravity... I...seepy.... I need to go home."

>.>

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala tried to grab her but before she could Mischa was out on the ground. Growling to herself she hit her head against the steering wheel in an attempt to keep herself sane and calm. Then as Mischa got up, Kev was already headed out the door to make sure she was okay.

About the time Kev made it around to the other side of the vehicle, Mischa was puking and all Kev could do was reach out and hold back her hair.

Honestly the whole thing did not bother her in the least, simply standing there thinking over the nights events and waiting.

Once Mischa was done, Kev would step back, wrinkling her nose at the comment on food and then raising her brow to the words that came next.

Home........

Should she take her home to her house and make her stay there, or should she............

"If you truly wish to go back to your place then thats fine..I cant make you come home with us if you dont wish to. You are no longer mine to ask such things of."

Kev would then moved away, heading back around the SUV and to the drivers side, climbing in and shutting the door she cast a look to Mischa while waiting on her to get in.

Once she did, she would again pull away from the curb and start in the direction of Mischa's pizza shop. Kev could not keep doing this to her, no matter how much she wanted to hang on, she couldnt keep hurting the girl over and over in such a manner.

[Mischa Badoer]

"If you truly wish to go back to your place then thats fine..I cant make you come home with us if you dont wish to. You are no longer mine to ask such things of."

Mischa stood there in pause after hearing those words... as she saw Kev climb in the car she would too. Once the door closed she leaned her head against the glass and look out the window as they started to get moving again. Now she was going to throw a drunken hiss fit. Her lower lip had been jutted out as her brows furrowed in thought.

"You're a dick." she would state in a childish voice. "Thanks for making it sound easy to say that...... Jerk." she knew that she couldn't belong to Kev.... but as much as she knew it... she kept denying it. It was getting to be too hard for her to be friends with Kev. It was obvious she was starting to get over her... But it was hard for Mischa. It's what she get's right? Falling in love with her first and longest real relationship.... letting her every part belong to Kev.... She is naive... Still is...

She crossed her arms as she glared out the window.

"...Teach me your ways of getting over your feelings for someone..."

[Ceraphine Davis]

The sudden turn of emotions hit Kev almost the same time she heard Zeke whimper from the backseat. A growl coming from her throat as she listened to those words and felt her hands grip the steering wheel tightly.

It was one thing to pick on her, she deserved every fucking bit of it, but in her irrational head, it was a completely different thing to force such emotions upon her son.

Slamming on the breaks she felt the car jerk to a stop as the tires squealed upon the pavement. Her eyes closing for a moment as she took in a deep, steady breath, trying to contain herself. Something she had been learning to do and working damn hard to achieve.

Finally she would turn toward Mischa, her tone low so as not to further upset Zeke, and coming forth in a slight hiss.

"Call me whatever the hell you want Mischa. I deserve every single bit of it. Hell I probably deserve worse. But in case you forgot my son is in the car. So if you wish to continue this then get the hell out and we will continue this."

With that Kev would jerk off her seat belt once more, throwing open her door and then jumping out, poking her head back in just to blow a kiss to Zeke who was already sniffling in the back.

"We will go home in a minute big boy okay? Just sit tight."

With that she slammed the door and then moved around to the other side. If Mischa had gotten out then Kev would wait for her to start in on her again, if she had not Kev would simply jerk the car door open and pull her out.

Either way, once Mischa was standing before her and the doors to the SUV were closed Kev would throw her hands up in a gesture of "bring it on".

"Come on. Let me have it. If it makes you feel better then do it. Gods know I do it to myself every fucking night. You think I dont care? You think I just turned off my love for you? Then so be it. Tell me what you think. Yell, scream, throw a bitch fit and stomp your foot. But whatever your are gonna do, lets get it over with so I can go home and put my son back to bed."

She was not necessarily mad.....more....irritated. Had Zeke not been there things probably would have gone differently, but as it stood, she was in defensive mom mode and that was never a good thing.

[Mischa Badoer]

The car came to a screech and Mischa flung forward adding yet another bump on her forehead from the dashboard.

Ouch...

She rubbed her head as a shrill of fear washed over her as she heard the tone in Kev. When she was told to get out of the car she did so as quick as she can... though instead of talking to Kev she almost just wanted to boot 'er down the street.

Mischa flinched as she saw the gesture that was made by Kev just before she set off into the rant. Mischa kept swallowing at the lump in her throat as she was getting scolded. Once Kevala finished there would be a slight pause... enough time for Mischa to think over what the girl said and have tears blur her vision.

"What? You think I like talking you down?" she plopped herself on the grass and stared at the ground defeated. "I swear to God Kev it's the only thing that seems to get through to you. I would drive around the city to look for various bars hoping that you weren't passed out from being drunk.... Sat by your side at the hospital..... tried helping you when you would stab yourself... or hold you tight at night when you had nightmares." she would sniffle and rub her nose with her forearm. "to this day I'm sitting at home wondering if you are at home safe and sound.... knowing that I'm not around to find you when you are in your worst. I do all these things for you Kev.... but you only see me when I call you down."

She rubbed at her eyes hard... they grew puffy and red. Hurrah drunken tears. "I love you Kev... and you're hurting me... but despite all the pain I can't let you go... even if I wanted to..I can't get you out of my system... I'm getting desperate.... I'm looking for things to push your buttons so you could just see me..." her bottom lip quivered as she shut her eyes tightly and balled up her fists to press against her temples as she started to whimper and sniffle... her shoulders shaking in small tremors for every breath cried out.