Kenzi's mouth felt like the time she tried to eat an entire spoonful of hot chili powder on a dare- hot, dry and totally unmanageable. She could count the days on her hand that she'd had to go without food or water, but this was different. It'd been three years since the last time she missed a meal, (minus one encounter with a crazy fox bitch, but little miss psycho was frienzoned from even the friendzone. Looking back on it, Kenzi almost felt bad for her. Then she remembered a certain sparkly earring being declared brunch, and, well, she was glad the kitsune was kitsu-no more.) but with all the added injuries she had, it seemed like a real dick move for the world to keep cockblocking her from a cheeseburger.
At the thought of a cheeseburger, Kenzi's stomach growled. She leaned her head back against the hard chair and groaned. It still throbbed from where she banged it on the concrete, and she probably had a concussion, but compared to the rest of her not-so-stellar injuries it seemed like the least of her problems. Her ankle was definitely the worst, any longer and Kenzi feared any doctor she went to would have to break the bone to have it heal properly and as exciting as that sounded, it was strictly on Kenzi's Oh-Hell-No list. Her arms were the second worst, Mr. Saw Knock Off seemed to have a fetish for Kenzi's blood, he took a razor blade to them almost every time one cut stopped bleeding. As if that wasn't enough, his version of arts and crafts involved salt and hot wax, and let's just say that when Kenzi got out of here she was never setting foot in another A.C. Moors ever again.
A loud crash made Kenzi's head snap up. Her heart beat quickened as something glass shattered and a bloodcurdling scream rose from a mans lips, followed by a string of curses. There was yelling, more objects falling, things crashing and the sound of wood breaking. All while Kenzi was trapped underneath it all with her eyes squeezed shut, hoping to god who ever it was had the upper hand in the fight. It couldn't have been Bo, there's no way there would be this much screaming with her succulicious BFF. Kenzi would've covered her ears if she could, all the glass breaking reminded her of when Julius would become his charmingly shit faced self and smash the bottle of whatever the hell he'd been drinking on the counter top so the end got all jagged. Then he would threaten to cut her mother with it. And her mama, the woman she always looked up to, would beg and plead for her life. And in those moments, Kenzi would hate her. She hated her for not throwing him out on his sorry drunken ass, and she hated her more for becoming the shell of a woman who was so impossibly strong. It was those moments that made Kenzi wish she had left earlier.