"Hi Mrs. Bennett," said Theresa as she saw her sitting at the kitchen table going over bills.
"Hi Theresa. Hello, Kay did you have fun last night?" asked Grace as she began punching numbers into the calculator.
"Yeah, lots, in fact Sheridan Crane is throwing me and Theresa a birthday party," said Kay angrily, was she worth anything to this family, how could she be treated like this, so nonchalantly by her own mother? When she was growing up she had always, for the most part, thought her family was perfect, what had happened?
Grace's face fell as she realized she had forgotten the day of her eldest daughters birth, a huge ball of guilt grew in her stomach. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry, it's just I've been worried about Charity, you know how upset and worried she was about going to the Prom, she was having all of those premonitions." Unbeknownst to Grace that was the worst thing she could have said at that moment.
"Yeah it's always Charity, isn't? Forget about your own daughter! After all who cares if she goes to prom? Who cares if she crawls under her bed and dies?!" Kay's hold on her emotions broke as everything flooded her senses, she didn't want to hold it in anymore, she wanted to unleash her fury on everyone and anything, just so there would be nothing else left. She ignored her mother and went into the living room Theresa followed.
'Oh no' thought Theresa as they walked into the living room with Charity and Miguel sitting on the sofa with his arm around her, this was not going to turn out good.
"Hi Theresa. Hi Kay," said Miguel as he looked up and then turned his attention back to Charity.
"I have something for you Miguel," said Kay trying to control her anger as she handed him a birthday invitation, she wanted him to hurt, she wanted him to feel guilty.
Theresa watched as Miguel read the invitation. "Kay, I'm sorry I forgot it's just I was busy with Char-."
"Yes you were busy with Charity! EVERYONE is ALWAYS busy with her! Well guess what Miguel, I am sick of Charity and I'm sick to death of you. When was the last time WE did something together or even had a real conversation?! I can't stand this anymore! You claim I'm one of your BEST friends but think about it! We aren't friends anymore, Miguel. I've loved you forever, you have been more than a friend to me in my heart. Remember when you were caught in the avalanche and I went out and found you? I TOLD you I loved you but you were to busy with Charity, it's ALWAYS CHARITY! You were even too busy to remember my birthday. We've celebrated my birthday together since we were little. How do you think it makes me feel! How much do you think I hate you right now?!" Kay ran upstairs and Theresa went after her leaving a shocked Charity and Miguel.

Kay collapsed on her bed crying and Theresa locked Kay's bedroom door so Miguel wouldn't interrupt. She went over and sat down by Kay.
"I'm sorry, Kay," said Theresa, she was definitely not going to be giving advice to anyone else anytime soon. "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have pushed you to tell him."
"It's not your fault, it just came pouring out and I couldn't stop, I guess I just finally had enough." she wiped her tears. "I had to let it out sooner or later, I just wanted him to feel a little bit of how I've felt, it just seems like Charity has taken my place and there's no more room left for me."
"I kind of know how you feel but not totally. Gwen has the life I want. The man I love, she's even going to have my dream wedding. That is, unless I can make Ethan see how much I love him. I'm not sure I could deal with all you've had to deal with, I can't imagine holding that much pain inside."
"It was hard...but...in a way I feel better. Theresa I think you should tell him tomorrow. No matter what happens it will feel good to get it off of your chest," said Kay blowing her nose.
They heard a knock on the door. "Hello? Can I come in?" asked Miguel.
"Please go away, Miguel," the words came out in a shaky voice that didn't seem to belong to her, how could he hurt her so much and at the same time how could she still want him to love her the way he loved Charity?
"Please, Theresa let me in," pleaded Miguel.
"Kay, do you want me to leave so you two can talk?" asked Theresa.
"No, I'll let him come in here if you stay, I just...I don't think I can handle really talking to him right now, I'm still too mad."
"Okay, I'll stay," said Theresa.
Kay took a deep breath and walked over and unlocked her door. Miguel walked in and sat down on Jessica's bed across from Kay.
"Kay, look, I'm really sorry for ignoring you. You're right I have been spending a lot of my time with Charity and I owe you an apology. I'm really sorry but I...I love her," said Miguel looking down at his hands.
Kay clenched her hands into fists, she hadn't missed the slight emphasis on 'her'. She wasn't going to cry, to humiliate herself. "Like I care, I'd be more than happy if you just left, I'm sure I can find better things to do than talk to you." She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth but her anger was still there, and if he didn't leave soon she would say something that neither one of them would be able to forgive. "Please leave, Miguel," she hoped he understood, that he wouldn't push her, not when she was this angry.
Miguel took the hint and quietly left.
"I am so sorry Kay," said Theresa putting an arm around her friend.
"Hey, it's okay. It was bound to happen, everything will turn out all right," said Kay wiping furiously at her tears. "I think I just need to be by myself, think things through, you know?"
"Yeah, I know, call me if you need anything, k?" said Theresa as she got up and walked towards the door.
"Okay. Theresa?"
"Yeah?"
"How come in the fairy tales they don't tell you how much love hurts?"
"I don't know."