Wow, I can't believe how far this story has come so quickly, and yet, it still has so much still to go.
*Big announcement!*
'Truer Than True,' my Kevasty 'if Kevin was shot' oneshot is now live. So why don't you lovely people go hop onto my profile and read that. X
I actually really enjoyed doing that one shot so if there's anything else you want me to do a little drabble of, just let me know. :)
Lexi, kevinanddynasty - As always thank you very much.
dustdancingintheflickerlight - I love Maggie too. She was so fun to write.
This chapter just felt sucky to right so I apologize if it's boring and badly written. X
Chapter Twenty
Dynasty twisted back and forth in her seat, desperately attempting to curl her legs up beneath her. Eventually, she succumbed to the dull ache from her bandaged stomach and allowed her legs to flop out in front of her.
"Kevin, I'm bored," Dynasty whined, tracing the edge of her dressings through Kevin t-shirt.
Kevin chuckled quietly as Dynasty discarded channel after channel until she finally cast the screen into darkness. She threw the remote onto the far side of the sofa and lay her weary legs over Kevin's lap, reclining back against the arm rest. Lazily, she flipped her hair away from her face, lustrous blonde waves splaying out across the cushions.
"What do you want to do?" Kevin asked, smoothing her wrinkled pajama trousers with his palm.
"I want to go back to school. I want to give Barry a good slap, and I want to go home and ask my own mother where the hell she's been for the last month," Dynasty huffed.
Dynasty had barely noticed her family's absence amongst the hospital beds and police interrogations, but now their betrayal was at the top of her list. The list. Dynasty's Road to Recovery. It had been the most ludicrous title that Dynasty could think of at the time and at least it made her laugh. Katie said that laughter was a cure as well as a sign of recovery.
The list, vetted by Katie and presented to Kevin for his support, detailed every hurdle that Dynasty felt committed to overcome, but her heart sank miserably as she contemplated the goals that she would most likely never achieve.
"Kevin, what if I never finish this stupid list? I mean like, 'Survive Steve-O's trial.' How can he have a trial if we don't know where he is?" Dynasty questioned in frustration.
Kevin reached out his hand for hers and entwined their fingers tightly.
"They're going to find him, Dyn," Kevin reassured her.
Dynasty, however, was unconvinced and rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, you've said that already."
Michael shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Sonya escorted Mrs. Barry into his office. Her short blonde locks were scraped back into a low ponytail, accentuating her sharp features and Michael wondered whether she hoped to intimidate him with such an appearance.
"Thank you for waiting," Michael said, hoping he sounded sincere.
Carol Barry took her seat opposite Michael at his invitation and crossed her legs, her face set with disgust.
"Now, you said you wanted to talk about Dynasty," Michael recalled.
Carol tilted her head, lips pursed.
"I'm taking my daughter out of this place," she snarled, leaning towards Michael and gesturing vaguely around her at the school.
Michael was not surprised by this declaration but still he could not prevent the heavy breath that passed his lips.
"Mrs. Barry, Dynasty's education is an integral part of her development at this point, and as I'm sure you're aware, she may struggle to secure a place at Havelock again."
"What are you trying to say about my daughter? I know what she can do, coming home all excited because she got some 'A' from one of your lot. Any school would be clawing to get their hands on her."
Carol slid her bag onto her arm and stood up, towering over Michael from atop her heels like she were on stilts.
"Look, Mrs. Barry, if you tell me why you want to take Dynasty out of school then perhaps we can come to some arrangement. Whatever the problem is, I'm sure we can solve it without disrupting Dynasty's time here," Michael assured her calmly. He waved for Carol to sit down again.
She eyed him shrewdly from across the desk before raising her head resolutely.
Michael waited patiently for her to settle herself again.
Once she had taken her seat, Carol wrapped her hands together firmly and rested them on he crossed legs.
"Dynasty and that Kevin boy; I want them separated."
Michael sighed and leaned back in his chair. Absentmindedly he straightened his tie, his eyes flicking up to meet Carol's.
"I'm sorry, but Kevin and Dynasty's relationship is absolutly none of the school's business. If you have a problem with who your daughter is seeing I suggest you take it up with her yourself at home."
Michael dragged himself to his feet and walked around his desk, leaning back against it.
Carol's face, contorted with seething fury, swayed dangerously close to his as she stood quickly and stepped towards him.
"But she's not at home, is she? She's shacked up with that boy in a house that this school is paying for," Carol snapped.
Michael pulled away subtly as her tabacco tainted breath washed over him.
"Mrs. Barry, whilst Dynasty is living at the school house she is perfectly within her legal rights to stay there should she choose not to live with you. Dynasty needs to be in an environment where she can be provided with constant support and supervision; I feel that the school house is the place for that," Michael stated firmly, not allowing his determined gaze to leave Carol's face.
Her jaw stiffened angrily.
"You'll regret this," she hissed through gritted teeth, snatching her hand bag from the floor.
"I doubt it," Michael affirmed. He shoved one hand into his pocket firmly and slammed his office door behind an infuriated Barry with the other.
