A/N: Are you guys giving up on this fic? I'm just wondering, because I got no reviews for the last chapter, and close to none for the chapter before it. I plan on keeping this going a lot longer, but if nobody is interested, I might cut it short. If you don't want that to happen, speak now & send some reviews my way!
Annie and Laurie's first day home from the hospital was a stressful one; despite being so in love before the attacks, the two girls were walking on eggshells around each other. Annie was more broken physically, but Laurie's mental damage was more severe (something that became much more prominent two years later). These facts just made each girl worried about the other.
Annie found herself constantly looking at the blonde out of the corner of her eye, whether it's at the dinner table or in the kitchen when Laurie limps to make a cup of tea.
"Laurie, let me make the tea for you. Go sit down and rest your leg." Annie says as she makes her way over to the other girl, attempting to keep her own limp from showing.
"I can manage." Laurie replies in an irritated tone, not bothering to even look at her girlfriend, which is something that Annie is thankful for. She doesn't want Laurie to see the flash of pain that crosses her face at the blonde's tone.
The smaller girl doesn't bother listening to Laurie; she proceeds to make the tea anyways. At some point between picking a flavor and filling the kettle, Laurie steps in her way. Her eyes travel all over Annie's face, focusing mainly on her now-healing gashes. That's when it first happens, when she first loses her cool and feels that "zero-to-a-hundred rage".
All Laurie can do is try not to hit the other girl as the white-hot anger consumes her. She screeches that she can do it herself, even though she knows she can't. She can't even make a goddamn cup of tea due to her injuries; the injuries that Michael Myers gave her. But she knows that Annie can't either, and Annie's injuries are her fault; he only went after the smaller girl because of her.
She doesn't let her guilt show; she just fights with Annie over her independence even though it technically isn't fighting. Screaming at somebody who doesn't even try to defend themselves isn't fighting, it's bullying.
The tiny brunette just stands there and takes it. If this had been a year ago, she would have fought with Laurie until they ended up having hot makeup sex on the nearest surface. But this isn't a year ago, this is now. And "now" is a mere two weeks after Laurie's parents and friends were killed, while her girlfriend was almost a victim as well.
Sure, Annie lost a friend and a fake-boyfriend that night. But that is nothing compared to the losses Laurie suffered. So, just this once, she doesn't bother to fight back. She lets her girlfriend verbally (and almost physically) abuse her because of what she went through. She just prays that she'll get the old Laurie back soon; the one who isn't so broken.