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"So you do know her?" Steph says.
I nod and look and give Callie a quick look hoping she understands not to say anything. I get up from the table.
"Um yeah I do!" I try to sound as happy as possible.
"I'm sorry to intrude like this, I just heard you were back in town, from someone that goes to your school. I was walking home from a friends house and I thought I would say hi. I didn't realize you would be eating dinner. I can leave if you want and come back some other time." Kayla said in such a sweet and polite tone. It was like a whole different her. I knew it was just an act though.
"Yeah why don't you come back another time?" I try to say politely, while ushering her out of the kitchen.
"Nonsense, Cori, she can stay," said Leena.
"Well I just meant you know we have a lot of catching up to do so it will probably take a while and she probably needs to get home soon."
"Well then you can take her up to your room and talk a bit and I will save a plate for you, unless you want to stay for dinner Kayla?"
"Oh no thank you! I already ate." It made me almost sick how nice Kayla was acting.
"Ok! Then why don't you take her up stairs and you both can talk?"
I nod and then look over to Callie who was trying to conceal how surprised she was. I really hoped she wasn't going to say anything to Steph and Leena. I could handle Kayla by myself and she wasn't likely to do anything with all of them in the house.
I walk her up to my room and shut the door.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I say angrily.
"Oh I just came by to talk." she says kindly.
"Cut the crap Kayla, why did you come here? How the hell did you even find me?"
"I have a friend who told me where you lived." She started walking around my room looking at everything.
"Great, but why are you here? I know you won't try anything while my foster family is in the house. So what is the point of you being here?"
She picks up some stuff off my dresser and I swat it away from her hand. She turns directly towards me and looks into my eyes.
"Kenny wants to talk with you." She says calmly.
"What?!" I say surprised.
"You asked. That's why I am here."
I look at her and roll my eyes.
"And you had to come to my foster home to tell me that?"
She shrugged.
"I like messing with you. It makes my day."
"Great! Is that it? Because if that's it you can leave, now." I tell her angrily.
I really hated Kayla and her coming to my foster home just crossed a line that I thought she never would. I watched as she sat down in my chair her legs over the side and arms out stretched. She was inside my new house, invading my new space. My new start. I was not happy. I needed the past to stay where it was, in the past.
"He is really pissed at you." She says keeping her calm attitude. It was weird how calm she was. I figure she must be using again. It would make sense for how violent and edgy she was at our last encounter, but how collected she was now. It wouldn't be unheard of for Kayla. That was one of the many reason our friendship fell apart. When things got rough, she turned to the drugs.
"No shit." I tell her sitting on my bed.
"He sent me over here."
"Really?" I say back sarcastically.
"Yeah he actually wanted me to grab you last time, but that didn't really work out."
"So what Kayla? You here to grab me now? Take me to Kenny?"
She looked at me directly and shook her head.
"To many witnesses."
"Good so you can leave?!" I say nodding my head at her and getting up and walking to the door. She also gets up. She grabs my arm as I reach for the door.
"I'll leave, but only because in 4 hours you are going to leave this house without anyone knowing and walk down the street to that coffee shop. There you will find me in my car and I will bring you to Kenny."
I pull my hand out of her grip.
"Why on earth would I do that?"
"If you don't come with me, Kenny will send someone else, not as nice, to come and get you."
I roll my eyes. She was just trying to scare me.
"Ok well tell them I will be waiting."
I open the door to let her go out, but she shuts it.
"Look Cori. I am being nice here. I don't like when innocent people get hurt, that's why I'm not forcing you out of here right now. These guys Kenny has aren't so nice. You know that. They don't give a crap about your foster siblings or parents. If Kenny decides to put a hit out on you instead of just this grab for a talk, I can guarantee that getting you will be there first priority and will do anything to get the job done."
She seemed pretty serious, but it could have just been the drugs. I sighed, thinking about my new foster family I actually liked. What if something happened to one of them because I didn't take Kayla seriously.
"Leave." I tell her calmly and open the door. She walks out with out a fuss and down the stairs. I follow her and lead her out the front door. As she exits she says one last thing.
"Just in case I'll be waiting. Don't be an idiot Cori. Don't put your foster family in danger," she whispered. I had to hand it to Kayla, whether she was using or not, she was one smooth talker. She probably could convince you to do something you would never do or make you feel guilty for something you didn't even do in an instant.
I walk back into the kitchen where everyone was cleaning up from dinner.
"That was quick." Steph said placing a few dishes in the sink.
"She had to get home for curfew," I lied.
"To bad, she seemed so nice, I was going to offer that she could stay for a family movie if she wanted." Leena said wiping down the table.
I shrug and take a seat at the table as Brandon, Jesus, Jude, Callie, and Marianna all head upstairs.
Steph places my dinner down infront of me, lasagna.
"Thanks."
"No problem sweets." She said back and handed me a fork.
"We'll we both are going to change into some comfy clothes and then go start the movie. Whenever you are done you can join the rest of the family and watch if you want."
I nod taking in a mouthful of lasagna. As they both head upstairs they kiss the top of my head and I smile. I finish my dinner just in time for the start of the movie. Everyone sat in the family room. Callie and Jude were curled up in balls next to each other on the love seat. Steph, Lenna, and Brandon sat on the bigger couch together while Marianna took a chair and Jesus sat in a bean bag chair. I looked at everyone before I sat down. Everyone seemed so content and happy. What if what Kayla said was true? What if Kenny's guys did come after me and I somehow got one of them hurt. I really didn't want that to happen, but like what were the chances if that actually happening? Or was it even true? Kayla was definitely high so how reliable was her information? I shake all of the thoughts out of my head and sit on the floor. I tune into the movie: Grownups
Around 10:30 we finished the movie and everyone went up stairs, exhausted. Everyone in the house went to sleep, even Leena and Steph. I however, laid in my bed and stared up at the ceiling thinking about everything Kayla had said. I just didn't want anything to happen to them, they were all just so nice, so innocent like Kayla had said. I looked over at my clock, 11:47. If I left now I could still meet Kayla at the coffee shop. I kicked off my covers and hopped out of bed. I pulled on a pair of jeans, a tank top, and a light hoodie. My heart started beating faster in my chest as I pulled out my shoes from my closet. I can't believe it, I was actually nervous. After I slip on my shoes, I head for the window and open it up. Luckily my room had two windows that were directly over a portion of the roof of the house, so it would be easy to get out. As I was about to step out I turn back around and head over to my dresser. I open the middle door and find the shoebox I had hidden in the back. I place it on the top of the dresser and look inside it. I take out some papers and photos that were on top. I take a breath as I pull out what I was looking for, it was my first foster dads police badge that I was given at his funeral by one of his friends. I rub my fingers over the shinny metal badge: Boston police, first in the nation, 1732. I kiss it for luck, like I always did, before sliding it into my boot. I also pull out a chain with two rings on it, my parents wedding rings. My dad had left them for me when he gave me up, I never really got why, but they brought me comfort I think because it was something I always had. I slip the necklace over my neck and tuck the rings and chain into my shirt. I put back the papers and photos in the shoebox and place it back in the dresser drawer. I head over to the window again and step out onto the roof. I close the window and sit down on the roof. I slide to the edge and slip down so I was holding on, dangling. I drop down to the ground landing on my feet, but then stumbling back onto my butt. I get up and begin walking down the road.
Fifteen minutes later I arrived at the parking lot off the coffee shop. It wasn't that hard to spot Kayla's car considering it was the only one there. I walked over and knocked on the window before opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat next to her. She looks at me and then starts the car. We don't say a word to each other. She drives and I stare out the window and watched as it began to rain. After 40 minutes of driving we arrived back in the city and at the place we wanted to be. Kayla pulled her car up to the curb and got out of the car. I followed flipping up my hood, to keep dry. We walked down the side walk a bit until we came to an old night club place. Its sign flickered above, Club 333. Kayla leads me inside. The club wasn't even a club, it was just a bar with a few pool tables and really loud music. There was just enough people to fill the bar and few pool tables. It was a pretty sad excuse for a club actually. Kayla contined walking until she reached the back of the place. She led me through the kitchen and into an office sorta space. I was getting more nervous by the second, but then I realized it was just like old times. I was back to where I used to be.
I waited at the door as Kayla stepped further inside. The room had a desk and a big leather chair which was swiveled backwards so I couldn't see the person in it, Kenny I figured. There were two other chairs, a filing cabinet, and four big hearty guys standing in each corner. They didn't even look at me or Kayla, they just stared into nothingness.
Kayla coughed and then spoke, inching closer to the desk.
"She's here."
Kayla slipped into a chair infront of the desk.
The large chair began to swivel around and I looked at the floor as it was about to reveal the person I hated most.
"Great Kayla."

I looked up instantly. That was not Kenny's voice at all. Sitting in the chair was not Kenny, but another man. He was white, but still looked gangster. He had tattoos everywhere and had that full of it look on his face. I stared at him.
"Your not Kenny."