"Blaine, I need your help." Kathryn rushed into her friends room with an
urgent look on her face.
Blaine spinned around in his armchair with a goofy grin. "Okay, with what?"
She put her hands on her hips, clenching her jaws."We're going to bring my mother to her knees," she said determined and he raised his eyebrows, nodding understanding.
"Mhm, and why?"
She hated the questions. She sighed and threw some hair over her shoulder. "Cause she's sending Sebastian away to some stupid school for troubled kids. I'm not gonna let her do that. He's not going anywhere."
"Ooh," the bleached guy looked intrigued lighting himself a cigarette, "and I who thought you two were hardly on speaking terms."
She sighed again. "Look I'm not gonna let her ruin Sebastian's life just because he's an asshole," with three big steps she was by his chair taking the cigarette from his mouth and putting it in her own. She exhaled more relaxed. "Are you gonna helpt me or what? Cause otherwise I'm sure I could get my help from somwhere else. Just thought I'd ask you first."
He laughed. "Chill Kat, my service is yours," he took another cigarette from his drawer and light it. "What am I going to do? If it's a fellony I might need some time to think."
She rolled her eyes and took a seat on his black leather couch. She didn't have time for jokes. "I need some pictures," she started and reached for her handbag.
**
That afternoon Kathryn walked back into their home. She looked around to find her mother, who luckily seemed to be nowhere near. Sebastian wasn't in either but that was only lucky, he probably didn't wanna talk to her anyway.
With determined steps she walked to Edwards study. She knocked on it before she entered. He looked up from his desk, surprised to see her.
"Kathryn? What are you doing here?"
She didn't say anything. She strode over to his desk and placed her palms on it, leaning on it while staring into his eyes. "I'm here to talk to you Edward - about Sebastian," she said sitting down across from him.
He cocked one eyebrow and put his pen down. "What about Sebastian?"
She glanced on the paper laying under his nose and smirked. "I know what those are," she leaned back in the chair and placed her hands by her stomach. She wasn't going to show him an ounce of weakness. "Are you gonna tell me what they say?"
"I thought you knew what they said."
She shook her head, throwing him a superior glance. "No, I said I knew what they were," she leaned a little forward. Her eyes were full of reprimand. "How can you let her do this? Send your son away," shaking her head like it was unbelivable she continued, "You do realise she'll ruin Sebastian's future."
Edward turned his eyes to the desk and pouted his lips a little, pondering. "Why do you care so much Kathryn?"
"What does it matter why I care?" she stood up and started to pace. "It's not about me, it's not about my mother. It's about you and your son. I thought you wanted Sebastian to do something good, something you could be proud off. Tell me, Edward, if he goes away to this 'school' - what will you tell your friends? Or your associates? Do you think they'll think highly of a man who can't even control his own offspring?"
Edward shot her a glare and she grinned. "Or a man who's so whipped by his wife that he lets that happen to his son. His 'beloved' son." She snorted and turned away. "I came here to tell you that I think it's wrong to send Sebastian away because of my drunken mothers mind."
She sighed and pulled on a sad face. This was a vital part of her show, she glanced over her shoulder at Edward, making her eyes large and tearfilled. "Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, but... you know how she is. She lives in her bottle," flinging her arms out a single tear ran down her cheek. "She can't be trusted!"
He raised his eyebrows looking at her, trying to be calm. "And you can? Sweet, little Kathryn. I'm no idiot," Edward took his chance to gloat. "Your mother told me about you and Sebastian. I know you have a personal interest in him. I find it endearing but..."
"Edward," she walked up to the desk again, putting her palms on it, "here you go again. Trusting the woman who not to long ago believed rumours about you being gay! Your wife! Isn't she the one who's supposed to trust you?"
He'd had enough. "Kathryn you can't play me!" the man rose to his feet, his cheeks turning red with anger.
She stood straigth, tilting her head back a little, staring at him with confidence and loath. "You think I'm conniving?," she smirked a little, "You find me... manipulating?"
"Yes!"
With new force she leaned forward again, slamming her hands on the desk. "Well where did you think I learned?" she said sternly and saw him blink. She'd struck a nerve.
She nodded. "Yeah, that's right. Mother dearest." Kathryn looked closely at his face as Edward sank back into his chair. He didn't know who to trust. She smiled to herself starting to pace once more.
"Did you really think that some jewllery would get you off the hook? My mother has a vendictive personality. You ruined her reputation as the perfect wife, she wants to ruin your reputation as the perfect dad."
When Edward met her eyes she knew she'd hit the final punch. She nodded a little at him. "Think about that before you send your son away," she said and headed for the door. Step 1 was taken care of.
When she reached the door his voice interrupted her. "Kathryn." She turned around. "Why should I trust you?"
A sad little man, she muffled her smile and gave him her most sincere look. "Because I care for your son." When she closed the door and headed down the hall she was met by Sebastian.
He gave her a dark glare and was about to walk past her. Kathryn grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"
He frowned. "None of your business, let go of me." He tried to rip his arm free but her grip on it was tighter then he'd expected. Her eyes were demanding but he tried to avoid them.
"You're not going into your father now."
"Why not? Cause you say so. Get over yourself Kathryn and deal with me going."
"No," she grabbed his other arm and pushed him towards his room. He didn't fight her that much but sighed when she pushed him into his room and closed the door behind them. How many times hadn't they been in this situation.
"What do you want?" he asked with a bored tone of voice and walked over to his desk. He light a cigarette. He didn't really crave one but he needed something to do with his fingers to keep himself from strangling her. As usual she'd gotten him into the mess he was in. When would he realise she was bad news to him?
"I want you to stay away from your father right now. He needs to think."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. What was she up to now? "Why, are you trying to get him to send me to Siberia?"
Something came over her face but it disappeared so quickly he thought himself to have imagined it. "No," Kathryn put her hand on the doorhandle. "I'm trying to convince him to let you stay."
Surprised to say the least, Sebastian frowned. He put out the cigarette and leaned back on his desk. "I thought you wanted me out of your life."
She glared at him. "Don't let this get to your head. If you want to stay in New York or go to Harvard, then don't interfere."
He watched her open the door but just as she took her first step out he spoke up. "Kat," she paused in her moves and glanced over her shoulder, not meeting his eyes. "This is my future, I can't sit back and watch," he grinded his teeth, hating to ask. "What can I do?"
She hesitated. Then she threw him a quick glance. "Call Blaine, he could use a hand." She closed the door and walked into her own room. Rubbing her face she sat down on her bed. She wiped the corners of her eyes staring at the cold walls.
"Such a cold room for such a cold girl," she mumbled to herself laying down on her back. When had life come to this? She wasn't sure of what she was doing half the time. It was like she was trying so hard to just keep things together all the time.
'Feelings' she thought. They messed it all up. Scattered you into pieces. She could feel the pain inside. There was always pain inside. Why was life even worth living?
Sighing loudly she stood up and ran her hands through her hair. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before heading over to her desk. She started rummaging around in the drawers but found nothing. Grunting loudly she slammed one shut and kneeled down by her bed instead. She stuck her hand under her mattrass feeling for her desires.
When she thought she found it she smiled and pulled it out. Her face grew into a groan when she noticed the plastic bag was empty. She leaned her forehead on her hand and sighed again. Her head was starting to hurt.
"Looking for this?"
She looked up and saw Sebastian standing there, looking casual and cool as always. In his hand he held a plastic bag with little white powder in it. She cursed him in her head but he could see it on her face anyway.
"I don't want you dead Kathryn," he said looking at it, feeling it between his fingers. Then he looked up at her again. He threw the bag on the bed. "But I guess I can't stop you."
Without another word he turned around and left. The sound of the door closing echoed in her head. She stared at the bag. Rolling her hands into fists she turned away from it and hid her face in her hands instead. She rubbed her forehead, fighting to keep her mind straight.
She stood up on woobly legs, she took a deep breath, and walked over to her vanity table. She sat down and began to brush her hair, staring into her own dead eyes.
Blaine spinned around in his armchair with a goofy grin. "Okay, with what?"
She put her hands on her hips, clenching her jaws."We're going to bring my mother to her knees," she said determined and he raised his eyebrows, nodding understanding.
"Mhm, and why?"
She hated the questions. She sighed and threw some hair over her shoulder. "Cause she's sending Sebastian away to some stupid school for troubled kids. I'm not gonna let her do that. He's not going anywhere."
"Ooh," the bleached guy looked intrigued lighting himself a cigarette, "and I who thought you two were hardly on speaking terms."
She sighed again. "Look I'm not gonna let her ruin Sebastian's life just because he's an asshole," with three big steps she was by his chair taking the cigarette from his mouth and putting it in her own. She exhaled more relaxed. "Are you gonna helpt me or what? Cause otherwise I'm sure I could get my help from somwhere else. Just thought I'd ask you first."
He laughed. "Chill Kat, my service is yours," he took another cigarette from his drawer and light it. "What am I going to do? If it's a fellony I might need some time to think."
She rolled her eyes and took a seat on his black leather couch. She didn't have time for jokes. "I need some pictures," she started and reached for her handbag.
**
That afternoon Kathryn walked back into their home. She looked around to find her mother, who luckily seemed to be nowhere near. Sebastian wasn't in either but that was only lucky, he probably didn't wanna talk to her anyway.
With determined steps she walked to Edwards study. She knocked on it before she entered. He looked up from his desk, surprised to see her.
"Kathryn? What are you doing here?"
She didn't say anything. She strode over to his desk and placed her palms on it, leaning on it while staring into his eyes. "I'm here to talk to you Edward - about Sebastian," she said sitting down across from him.
He cocked one eyebrow and put his pen down. "What about Sebastian?"
She glanced on the paper laying under his nose and smirked. "I know what those are," she leaned back in the chair and placed her hands by her stomach. She wasn't going to show him an ounce of weakness. "Are you gonna tell me what they say?"
"I thought you knew what they said."
She shook her head, throwing him a superior glance. "No, I said I knew what they were," she leaned a little forward. Her eyes were full of reprimand. "How can you let her do this? Send your son away," shaking her head like it was unbelivable she continued, "You do realise she'll ruin Sebastian's future."
Edward turned his eyes to the desk and pouted his lips a little, pondering. "Why do you care so much Kathryn?"
"What does it matter why I care?" she stood up and started to pace. "It's not about me, it's not about my mother. It's about you and your son. I thought you wanted Sebastian to do something good, something you could be proud off. Tell me, Edward, if he goes away to this 'school' - what will you tell your friends? Or your associates? Do you think they'll think highly of a man who can't even control his own offspring?"
Edward shot her a glare and she grinned. "Or a man who's so whipped by his wife that he lets that happen to his son. His 'beloved' son." She snorted and turned away. "I came here to tell you that I think it's wrong to send Sebastian away because of my drunken mothers mind."
She sighed and pulled on a sad face. This was a vital part of her show, she glanced over her shoulder at Edward, making her eyes large and tearfilled. "Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, but... you know how she is. She lives in her bottle," flinging her arms out a single tear ran down her cheek. "She can't be trusted!"
He raised his eyebrows looking at her, trying to be calm. "And you can? Sweet, little Kathryn. I'm no idiot," Edward took his chance to gloat. "Your mother told me about you and Sebastian. I know you have a personal interest in him. I find it endearing but..."
"Edward," she walked up to the desk again, putting her palms on it, "here you go again. Trusting the woman who not to long ago believed rumours about you being gay! Your wife! Isn't she the one who's supposed to trust you?"
He'd had enough. "Kathryn you can't play me!" the man rose to his feet, his cheeks turning red with anger.
She stood straigth, tilting her head back a little, staring at him with confidence and loath. "You think I'm conniving?," she smirked a little, "You find me... manipulating?"
"Yes!"
With new force she leaned forward again, slamming her hands on the desk. "Well where did you think I learned?" she said sternly and saw him blink. She'd struck a nerve.
She nodded. "Yeah, that's right. Mother dearest." Kathryn looked closely at his face as Edward sank back into his chair. He didn't know who to trust. She smiled to herself starting to pace once more.
"Did you really think that some jewllery would get you off the hook? My mother has a vendictive personality. You ruined her reputation as the perfect wife, she wants to ruin your reputation as the perfect dad."
When Edward met her eyes she knew she'd hit the final punch. She nodded a little at him. "Think about that before you send your son away," she said and headed for the door. Step 1 was taken care of.
When she reached the door his voice interrupted her. "Kathryn." She turned around. "Why should I trust you?"
A sad little man, she muffled her smile and gave him her most sincere look. "Because I care for your son." When she closed the door and headed down the hall she was met by Sebastian.
He gave her a dark glare and was about to walk past her. Kathryn grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"
He frowned. "None of your business, let go of me." He tried to rip his arm free but her grip on it was tighter then he'd expected. Her eyes were demanding but he tried to avoid them.
"You're not going into your father now."
"Why not? Cause you say so. Get over yourself Kathryn and deal with me going."
"No," she grabbed his other arm and pushed him towards his room. He didn't fight her that much but sighed when she pushed him into his room and closed the door behind them. How many times hadn't they been in this situation.
"What do you want?" he asked with a bored tone of voice and walked over to his desk. He light a cigarette. He didn't really crave one but he needed something to do with his fingers to keep himself from strangling her. As usual she'd gotten him into the mess he was in. When would he realise she was bad news to him?
"I want you to stay away from your father right now. He needs to think."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. What was she up to now? "Why, are you trying to get him to send me to Siberia?"
Something came over her face but it disappeared so quickly he thought himself to have imagined it. "No," Kathryn put her hand on the doorhandle. "I'm trying to convince him to let you stay."
Surprised to say the least, Sebastian frowned. He put out the cigarette and leaned back on his desk. "I thought you wanted me out of your life."
She glared at him. "Don't let this get to your head. If you want to stay in New York or go to Harvard, then don't interfere."
He watched her open the door but just as she took her first step out he spoke up. "Kat," she paused in her moves and glanced over her shoulder, not meeting his eyes. "This is my future, I can't sit back and watch," he grinded his teeth, hating to ask. "What can I do?"
She hesitated. Then she threw him a quick glance. "Call Blaine, he could use a hand." She closed the door and walked into her own room. Rubbing her face she sat down on her bed. She wiped the corners of her eyes staring at the cold walls.
"Such a cold room for such a cold girl," she mumbled to herself laying down on her back. When had life come to this? She wasn't sure of what she was doing half the time. It was like she was trying so hard to just keep things together all the time.
'Feelings' she thought. They messed it all up. Scattered you into pieces. She could feel the pain inside. There was always pain inside. Why was life even worth living?
Sighing loudly she stood up and ran her hands through her hair. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before heading over to her desk. She started rummaging around in the drawers but found nothing. Grunting loudly she slammed one shut and kneeled down by her bed instead. She stuck her hand under her mattrass feeling for her desires.
When she thought she found it she smiled and pulled it out. Her face grew into a groan when she noticed the plastic bag was empty. She leaned her forehead on her hand and sighed again. Her head was starting to hurt.
"Looking for this?"
She looked up and saw Sebastian standing there, looking casual and cool as always. In his hand he held a plastic bag with little white powder in it. She cursed him in her head but he could see it on her face anyway.
"I don't want you dead Kathryn," he said looking at it, feeling it between his fingers. Then he looked up at her again. He threw the bag on the bed. "But I guess I can't stop you."
Without another word he turned around and left. The sound of the door closing echoed in her head. She stared at the bag. Rolling her hands into fists she turned away from it and hid her face in her hands instead. She rubbed her forehead, fighting to keep her mind straight.
She stood up on woobly legs, she took a deep breath, and walked over to her vanity table. She sat down and began to brush her hair, staring into her own dead eyes.