Wow, so QuickWord just crashed and erased my whole chapter. Crying inside. I'm sorry if this isn't as good as the first draft.
So episode 26 was intense, wasn't it? It's so tempting to go along with the show but I had my own ideas and I'm sticking to them.
Jouren4Life – No problem; can't wait to read more from you. As far as getting through it, I'm planning on continuing this all the way through the 'recovery' period.
Sazzy.x.x – I love them too! Obviously. I actually feel like I'm not putting as much detail in as I usually would so that's really nice to hear, or read I suppose.
annabethsapphireGaleniss 5ever – You're name is so long! I'm a secret Peeta and Katniss fan unfortunately. I know, tragic. Here's you 'what happens' next!
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Chapter Four
Dynasty felt drained. She had made the decision between whether to follow her head or her heart in a matter of seconds the moment those three heartbreaking words had left Kevin's lips.
Dynasty considered how false it felt now to put on the 'Old Dynasty' facade. The 'pre-Kevin' Dynasty was impenetrable, fierce and even scary if she needed to be and it was this Dynasty that had pushed Kevin aside and walked away without a second glance.
Dynasty shook her head to clear the thoughts of Kevin that only sent waves of painful regret washing over her. Despite having chosen her head over her heart, Dynasty wondered why she felt like she was losing the last scraps of her sanity.
Clearing her mind, Dynasty gently pushed open the door to History. Miss McFall eyed her with a mixture of shock and frustration before holding out a blank worksheet for Dynasty take.
"Better late than never I suppose, Miss Barry. Take your seat."
Dynasty didn't hesitate, muttering a small apology and taking Kevin's empty seat beside Connor, who shifted uncomfortably. As Dynasty began to unpack her things, Connor leaned towards her.
"Where's Kevin?" He whispered.
Dynasty opened her mouth to respond but was cut short.
"Connor, neither yourself nor Miss Barry had the courtesy to attend this lesson on time. Do not further that rudeness with chatter," Miss McFall advised sternly without looking up from the distressed book in her hands.
After a few moments the voices of other students began to creep into the silence and Connor took his opportunity quickly.
"You should know that Byrne is asking questions about you and Steve-O. He cornered me on the way here. Told him I had a free but he practically walked me to the door by the time he was finished."
Dynasty's eyes widened and Connor quickly understood her concern.
"Hey, don't worry, I didn't say anything, but you should. You need to go to the police," Connor murmured quickly. "The guy is a psycho; you can't just-"
"Just drop it, yeah?" Dynasty snapped, earning herself a disapproving glance from Miss McFall.
Connor huffed and retreated to his side of the desk.
A soft knock raised the attention of the students and Mr. Clarkson stuck his head around the door.
"Could I borrow Dynasty and Kevin for a minute? Mr. Byrne wants a word."
Dynasty shot Connor a worried look.
"I hope it's nothing too serious because unfortunately Mr. Chalk has decided not to join us today. Dynasty, gather your things," Miss McFall instructed.
Dynasty was already prepared however and followed Mr. Clarkson out of the classroom quickly, ignoring the curious eyes of her classmates.
Kevin had paced the length of the library for over an hour. His mind reeled with images of Steve-O with Dynasty, hurting her, destroying the safety that Kevin had tried so desperately to create for her. It was a drastic conclusion that he had come to but as Kevin turned Dynasty's revelation over in his head he could not think of another solution.
Killing him was the only option.
On an ordinary day even the suggestion of it would have had him backing away in fear but now, with the image of Dynasty's tears imprinted in his mind, Kevin was determined. There were no second chances, no jail sentences, just death.
Kevin decided that logically he couldn't do it alone. He would need Connor at least as an alibi.
Knowing he couldn't wait for Connor outside Miss McFall's classroom, Kevin found himself slumped against a desk in an empty classroom. Five minutes and a quick text later, Connor thrust himself through the classroom door and stared at Kevin like he was a spider that had run across the bed.
"Have you lost your mind?" He yelled suddenly, dropping his school bag onto the desk beside him.
"Yeah, maybe I have," Kevin mumbled, almost to himself and began pacing again. "But wouldn't you? If it was Imogen…"
"If it was Imogen I wouldn't risk getting thrown in the nick!" Connor snapped back. "I mean, what use are you to Dynasty if you get yourself locked up for murder? She needs you here, Kevin, not sitting next to her Dad on visiting day."
Kevin cracked, letting out a frustrated grunt and rounding on Connor, his jaw clenched tightly.
"Look what he's doing to you! You're terrified of him! If he can do that to Dynasty once then he can do it again. And Imogen, you're involved now, he could just as easily hurt her. Can you live with that?"
"Stop it," Connor roared, shoving Kevin violently against the desk behind him. "Just stop, Kevin."
Connor fisted a hand in his hair, backing away and Kevin knew by the fearful tears welling in Connor's eyes that he was seconds away from the answer that he needed.
"A gun. It has to be a gun," Connor admitted resignedly.
Trouble all round then. Oh dear.
