Kayla went to sleep that night, still wondering what to do. She was happy now, there was no doubt about it. Although she has the same attitude she had before she met the turtles, there wasn't any arguing that life was better than what it use to be like. So why was she still thinking about calling Greg? He was a poor excuse for a father, Kayla kept telling herself. Ever since her mother had died, Greg had started drinking and became very abusive towards her. She tried not to think about it and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, Kayla was surprised to see that she was actually the first to wake up for the day. She tried to go back to sleep, but her mind wouldn't let her. She walked out of her room and into the training area. This time, she had taken her sais with her. She stabbed at a practice dummy nervously until she got bored and turned around to watch TV.
After about twenty minuets, Kayla heard foot steps behind her. She heard how slow the steps were, like the person was being very careful not to be noticed. She smiled as she realized that it wasn't so the person couldn't be noticed, but that they didn't want to run into anything.
Without turning around, Kayla said. "'Sup Brooke,"
Brooke laughed before talking. "You're up early."
"Guess I am,"
Brooke cautiously sat down beside Kayla on the couch. "Um, I know you don't like talking about it, but-"
"I know what you're going to say." Kayla said. "And you're right, I don't like talking about it. So please, don't get me started."
"That was your father yesterday," Brooke said. Not as a question, but as a statement. "he was looking for you, and you just ignored him."
"You don't know what that man put me through." Kayla said quietly.
"That's true, I don't know." Brooke said. "But at least he's looking for you. My biological parents didn't even want me. Wanna know why?" their was silence, so she took it as a yes. "My mom was fifteen when she had me, and she didn't want to have a child at her age. Her family was Pro-Life, so abortion wasn't a choice. Once I was born, she handed me over to some foster program."
Kayla was surprised at how calm Brooke was as she told her story.
"So, I told you my story. Why don't you tell me yours?"
Kayla ran her fingers through her hair once again. This time Brooke had somehow noticed.
"It has something to do with how uneven your hair use to be, doesn't it?" Brooke thought about things for a moment, trying to put the pieces together. "Your father use to beat you. Am I right?"
Kayla hesitated, than shook her head. "Yeah," she muttered.
"I'm sorry," Brooke told her. "Maybe you should talk to Uncle Raph? You two seem to understand each other more than anyone else here."
Kayla grinned. "That ain't sayin' much."
Brooke laughed softly. "You got a point there. But still, it couldn't hurt."
Kayla thought about it. "Alright." she looked behing her, then back to Brooke. "Thanks,"
Brooke smiled. "Anytime."