A/N: Alright! Admittedly, shamelessly this is just a filler... I'll get to he school day and Carol & Dynasty's talk in another chapter. I had something planned for this one but it kinda got away from me...
The following morning, Dynasty woke up, but refused to open her heavy eyelids. The bright sunlight caused her to screw her eyes shut and bury her head into the covers. Her throat felt scratchy and she felt like she had somebody banging something against the inside of her skull. A feeling not helped by a fist banging on the door and a voice shouting at her to get up, though she couldn't tell who it was.
Eventually Dynasty did push herself out of bed after deciding that the pounding in her head wasn't going to go away by itself and she walked out of her room with her clothes and into the bathroom and got herself washed up and dressed into her uniform.
"Dynasty you've been in there ages!" Kacey complained.
"Shut up will ya! Me head's killin'!" Dynasty snapped and walked out of the room and back into her room, to sort out her makeup, deciding to leave her hair down for the day.
There was a knock on her bedroom door. "Come in." Dynasty answered, accidentally jabbing herself with her mascara and she swore to herself, grabbing a wipe from the packet and started to dab at the black mark.
Carol walked in, giving her daughter a small smile and she walked over to her, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Barry said something had happened. Do you want to talk about it?"
Dynasty bit her lip as she threw the used wipe aside and started on retouching her already dark lashes.
"Dynasty. I know when you're avoidin' somethin'."
"It's nothin'! Honestly." Dynasty tried to get away from the subject.
"You looked a right car crash when I checked on you this morning, sweetheart I'm here to help you. What's gone on that's so bad you can't tell me?"
Dynasty bit her lip again, tears filled her eyes once more but she refused to cry. 'Sod off I'm not ruinin' my makeup cause of you!' she thought. But at the same time she couldn't stop the images of Steve-O from coming into her head.
"We'll talk after school, okay?" Dynasty looked at her.
"Are you sure? I can call Byrne and tell him you're not going in today." Carol suggested.
Dynasty shook her head. "I have to go in. But I promise I'll talk to you later."
"Right, well I'm picking you up then. No buts, lady." Carol told her, seeing that she was about to protest, and she reached forward, messing with a stray curl that lay on her daughter's shoulder. "My beautiful little girl." She said, more to herself than anything.
"Not like you to go all soppy." Dynasty commented, smiling a little. She's surprised, but happy. It had been a while since she'd seen her mum show any sort of love toward her. For as long as she could remember, as soon as she was old enough, all she was, was a money making tool for her.
"I know. Look what this place has done to me." Carol remarked, smiling softly and left Dynasty to finish getting ready.
As soon as Dynasty had finished running a brush through her hair, her phone vibrated. She picked it up and read the message. It was Kevin asking if she was okay and still up for school.
She quickly texted him back saying that she was fine, and that she'd see him there.
"You gonna hurry up or what?"
This time it was Barry rushing her.
"Alright!" she snapped and stood up, walking out o her room, phone in hand, and walked down the stairs, slipping into her impossibly high heeled boots and picked her bag up before walking out of the house, accompanied by her brother and sister.
