When the web of real life stitches you up, you have no other choice): .Sorry for all my amazing reviewers, alerters, and story favouriters but exams, lack of computer usage and an itching to carry on my Joker story got to me. However here is a chapter(: ,mainly a filler so you can get to know Kimberly and Katrina a little more. Thankyou so much for the love of this story already, you have no idea how much it means to me:') .Anyway, on we go!
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Chapter Two- Red handed.
Kimberly glared at the sight of her bestfriend sitting beside her on the uncomfortable and warm leather of the cop car, then turned and looked down at her lap wiggling uncomfortably as she tried to find a balance between her wrists behind her back not being chafed raw, and where she could sit somewhat comfortable. She huffed when she couldn't do it, and instead began to brood.
The first night she had bothered to go out for weeks, and already the police were on her case.
'Great', she thought darkly. Craning her neck she shook her head violently in an act to get the itchy, tight blonde wig off of her head, as it fell onto her folded lap she sighed. Refusing to acknowledge Moose as he elbowed her side frequently during the short drive.
"What were you kids thinking breaking into one of the Sunshine Valley houses?" Asked the policeman in the passengers sear, Kimberly knew him well as Clifford Dense.
"We weren't sir," Kimberly began through gritted teeth, "'Moose' over here was dared to by a couple of guys. I didn't want him to go alone," she said. Annoyed at the fact she had already answered the same question before when they called them out of the house with a bewildered Mrs. Jones in tow, knitting needle at the ready.
Kimberly rolled her shoulders back with a groan, the metal from the cuffs rubbing against her skin. She briefly glanced at the lanky boy next to her, his own 'Death' mask on his cloaked lap. Moose looked at her with wide, apologetic brown eyes mouthing 'sorry'.
Turning her nose at him she instead twisted her gaze to look out of small unbarred window with narrowed eyes. Chewing her lip with an overwhelming feeling of nerves as Williams, the driver, turned them down her street.
"Well I'm sure that Katrina will sort you out Kimberly," Clifford looked at her over his shoulder. His blonde, bushy moustache moved with his oversized mouth. Reminding her of a large caterpillar crawling into cave of perfectly set white teeth.
Answering him with a careless shrug and mentally braced herself as they turned the corner she had known for many years.
She was more afraid of her Mother than she was of the local law enforcers, or lack of.
They pulled into a familiar short paved drive of a manicured cloned white and blue house that looked exactly like the others set around it.
Kimberly watched with a tight stomach as Williams slipped the car into park and stepped out, closing the door behind him and opening hers. She rolled her eyes as Clifford flicked a switch and the lights above the car flickered on dramatically painting the street in blue and red.
If he was trying to impress her mother, he was going about it the wrong way.
Kimberly turned to Moose seconds before she stepped out with the aging police officer and sent him a heated glare that made him coil back with a sudden fear.
"Sorry Kimmy," he squeaked. His full moon glasses slipping from the bridge of his nose, she knew she couldn't be angry at him for long but by god would she try.
"Tell that to my Mom," she groaned.
Taking a step back into the cool evening air as Williams reached back into the car and pulled out her wig, tossing it onto her shoulder with a smile. Then he shut the door behind her, gently taking her elbow and lead her up the yellow brick path toward the awaiting Clifford who nodded at his partner and took Kim toward the front door.
It had opened before they had reached it and revealed a barely middle aged woman of a definite Middle Eastern descent. Her usually cautious and petite frame seemed intimidating and powerful as she gave Kim a hard look, Kim felt uneasy and suddenly a lot like Moose had.
'Karma worked quickly,' Kim thought humorously.
Katrina crossed her arms over her daughter's large red letterman jacket she wore, her eyes narrowed as she watched the gaunt, balding man push along her hesitant daughter delicately.
"Good evening Katrina, sorry for the inconvenience," Clifford beamed as they finally reached her. Kimberly stifled a gag as he bent half to greet her Mother, Katrina's face never softened as her dark eyes burned at Kim who looked directly at her feet, whistling loudly for a brief second.
"Evening, may I ask why my daughters in handcuffs?" Kimberly cringed at her Mothers tone as a sudden brush of cold wind lashed across her face, a series of bumps painted her skin.
"Oh, um, of-of course," he stumbled. Then, he let go of Kimberly's arm and instead buried his hand down the breast pocket of his large blue coat, then after a few seconds of searching he made an 'a-ha' noise, pulling out a bright red 'Foreclose, Missouri' pad he opened it.
Flicking through until he found what he wanted. "Well Katrina, seems we had numerous calls about suspicious behaviour in the Sunshine Valley area. A bunch of kids hanging out, it's Halloween so we guessed it was probably a few pranks to play on the 'oldies'-."
Kimberly, still looking at her scuffed purple Chuck Taylors, snorted at the word 'oldies'. She could feel the stern look from Katrina and instantly coughed to hide her amusement, though the smirk remained. Clifford seemed oblivious to Kimberly's hilarity and continued.
She hissed as someone had finally undone her tight restraints, she turned and smiled as Williams nodded to her and her mother and turned back toward the car.
Shaking her hands and rubbing each hand gently over her wrists she grabbed her wig from her shoulder, noting it looked like some sort of dead rodent. "-anyway," Kim only realised that Clifford hadn't stopped talking, "nothing was stolen. It seems as though it was only a harmless dare between friends. We'll give Miss. Oreano here a warning for tonight's ordeal."
Katrina looked up at Clifford and nodded with a half casted smile smile, letting a head bowed Kimberly pass her slowly, Clifford coughed into his hand as though to begin a new topic. One he had always hassled her about, dating.
"Thank you very much Clifford, I'll give her a stern talking to about her actions. Goodnight, and sorry," she spoke evenly. Before the man could try and strike up conversation once more with the attractive solo mother she gave him a wave and closed the door with haste, aware of the shifting curtains from the houses around them.
Kimberly slipped down onto the computer's chair to check her emails only to find that her Mothers was already up. She looked quickly to her far left at the corner of the kitchens window and saw the headlights from the car come on and disappear along with the embarrassing red and blue, she was somewhat thankful the idiot hadn't put the siren on.
Only the dim light from the street lamps remained outside, but were swallowed whole by the intensity of the lights inside.
Looking back at the screen she opened another tab and began to type up 'Yahoo' only to have a brooding Katrina pull the plug out of the wall, sighing Kimberly threw the wig onto the computers keyboard and looked up.
"You know that's not healthy for the computer Mother," Katrina glared daggers at the form of her dirty 'pirate' daughter who seemed completely at ease as she stretched her arms above her head with knitted fingers.
"Kimberly-Anne Sarah Oreano, explain!" Kimberly bit her lip, all amusement wiped from her blue eyes as she dropped her head.
"Moose was dared by these stupid football jerks to break into old spinster Jones' house, and then to take photos to prove he went in there. Then, being Moose of course he'd do it. I couldn't talk him out of it either!" She exasperated, looking at her bare nails as her voice became softer. Still not looking up, "and I knew the douche bags would rat him out, so instead.. I went with him.."
Katrina s her eyes and sighed, dropping the plug onto the wooden ground with a 'clunk' she rubbed her fingers against her temples obviously tense. All ideas of her 'relaxation time' were wiped in vain from her mind. Opening her eyes she almost did an exasperated intake of breath at how much her daughter reminded her of John when they were kids.
She had his ocean blue eyes, his tight jaw line, his soft cheeks, his broad (yet feminine) set shoulders and his ever present dimples, even when she wasn't smiling.
Her dark hair, soft tan and the delicacy of her features however were a shallow image of Katrina's though. But all together she was a spitting image of her father, a heavy reason she was so frightened for her to ever watch Wrestling.
Kim looked back up at her Mother with tired, apologetic eyes. Dark circles of an ashy colour scratched underneath them, the heavy black liner Kim had scribbled on hours ago had begun to sweat and smudge across her face. Her usually subtle cheekbones seemed stiff against her otherwise naked bare skin.
"Oh Kimmy, you know the difference between right and wrong," she hushed. Immediately dropping her arms and instead walking a few steps to her larger daughter and enveloping her in a warm embrace, Kim made no move to hug her Mother back and instead buried her face into her cool jacket.
Katrina let a small frown glide her full lips, because she knew Kimberly never let her hug her unless something was honestly wrong.
Pulling back she pulled her daughters face toward her with one cupped hand and smiled. "Next time Missy, I won't be as forgiving. Now go wash up, and get some sleep," she teased lightly.
Kim chuckled at her 5'3 Mother and smiled with her dimples shining, familiar blue eyes twinkling.
"Thanks Mom, I won't." She promised, then as she stood her 5'8 frame towering her mother she bent down and placed a firm kiss on her Mothers head. Katrina smirked at the fact it should have been her to this to her daughter and not the other way around.
Then Kimberly pulled back and brushed past her Mother and made her way with swiftness toward the bathroom down the hall and to the left.
Katrina shook her head, watching until her daughter disappeared. Turning back and bending down she picked up the computers cord and plugged it into the wall, quickly realising how close Kim had been to reading her Fathers e-mail. Thanking God she hadn't.
Leaving it she turned and made her way back into the kitchen to the sight of her now rather unappetising meal that sat inside the opened microwave, she decided she wasn't hungry anymore. Then she walked over to the machine, pulled out the plate and slid the tofu mess it into the bin beside the door, and then instead settled for a green tea.
She chuckled darkly as she dipped the bag into the hot water that half filled her blue mug, the water becoming an ever changing dark green. She could hear the shower running from where she was, content she knew Kim was at least safe there.
"Definitely John's daughter," she said with a grin.
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