Writer Notes: Ok…just go to the warnings.
Warnings: such horrible, horrible things, language, tears, and half nakedness…oh and cursing Sim god.
“I’m sorry you feel that way.” Kat began. “I don’t want it to be you against the gang and me. I want us to find a way to forgive each other and start over.”
Kassidy Lane just sighed.
“Please KL, let’s try again.”
“Why?” Kassidy asked. “So I get hurt again? NO! I’m not going to get my hopes up again that you people will smarten up and stop being such whinny bitches.”
“I said no!” KL shouted. “Why would I want to be with such poor, degenerate losers any way? Especially you, fat and pathetic. Oh poor me, poor me, always. Get over it, grow up, and get out. I’m tired of you never paying rent. I’m not going to be hindered by you anymore, you moocher. Get out!”
“Why are you being like this?!” Kat cried. “I thought we were friends! I thought we were like sisters!”
“Why would I want to be your sister? You just make me look bad.”
Kat was so distraught she didn’t know how to react. She was sad, angry, and confused all wrapped into one.
“I said get out!”
“Fine, I’ll go.” Kat sniffled.
“Good.” KL replied. “I’m sure I won’t miss you at all.”
“Oh come on, Twister!” Toulouse shrieked. “You’re going to have a good time!”
Twister didn’t know about this, especially considering how nice Toulouse had been all day. They hadn’t had a guy’s night out in awhile since Toulouse works so much and the fued over Peppermint. A space had been wedged between Toulouse and Twister because of the hateful things Toulouse had done and said to Drake and Drake was Twister’s greatest friend.
But Toulouse had come to Twister and made up for a little of his evil. He had apologized to Twister and said he would make it up to him. Twister was suspicious, but he had to give Toulouse a chance. They had been friends for a long time as well and it had been weird not hanging out with him on nights when neither of them was working.
This is…Twister couldn’t do.
“I don’t want to.” Twister said. “It’s so horrible.”
“It’s not horrible!” Toulouse shouted. “There’s nothing wrong with seeing some nice, beautiful women strut their stuff.”
“Besides, how can I make it up to you if you don’t let me show you a good time?” Toulouse asked. “This is going to be one night for the record books.”
Twister felt the first wave of nausea, but pushed it down. He had promised to let Toulouse try, even if it meant Twister walking into this…place.
“Hi there, Toulouse! Haven’t seen you in awhile.” this girl smiled then she spotted Twister behind him. “Who’s your cute friend?”
“This is Twister.” Toulouse replied. “He’s new to this scene.”
“Oh, my.” the girl giggled. “Honey, I promise you’ll have a good time! If you need anything, gents, I’m at the bar.”
Twister froze up, tense, beat red. He didn’t like this. Not at all.
“Gentlemen, put your hands together for our cutest little muffin…”
“What are you doing here?” Twister asked as Whitney jumped off the stage.
“I work here silly.” She giggled, but noticed how tense Twister was. “What’s wrong?”
“Dis is impossible.” he said. “I can’t…I can’t do dis.
“What do you mean?” Whitney questioned. “I told you I was a dancer. What did you think that meant?”
Twister just shook his head. “I’m sorry…I-I can’t.”
He ran and ran until he was all the way home. After he came through the door, he didn’t even remember how he got there just that Toulouse was right. This had been a night for the record books. It just had been a different book from the shelf then Twister had originally thought.
He should have known. Why would Toulouse suddenly plan such a nice evening with him? The guy had always been a rotten apple. Why had thought Twister tonight would be any different?
But Twister’s anger and frustration had been bottled up for so long since he first found out about Toulouse cheating on Sasha and Peppermint. He had disapproved of Toulouse’s ways long ago, but never really voiced his opinions to Toulouse. Not that they would have mattered or effected how Toulouse did things. He was untouchable.
Twister wanted to scream, but the only thing he could do was let that familiar power trickle down his arms and release the wind.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Oh buddy…” Drake shook his head. “What’s wrong?”
“I hurt.” Twister managed.
“So much keeps eating me alive and I can’t keep it all down forever.” he cried. “So much…”
Drake squatted next to his friend. “I know.” he sighed. “Just let it all out, buddy. I’m here for you.”
Twister, between sobs and translations of his native tongue, explained what had happened that night. Drake cursed Toulouse in his head. They had known that Whitney worked over on South Street, but they weren’t sure if Twister knew exactly what her line of work was. He would always disapprove of such things. But then again, Twister really liked Whitney and for once he was happy. Toulouse just had to spoil that didn’t he.
“Ok if this is going to continue, I need to change, fix my hair, and drink some coffee.”
“Why do you hate me?”
“All right, buddy.” Drake began. “You’ve been quiet for almost an hour now, reeling back inside yourself. That’s not healthy. What else you gonna throw at me?”
“My mother was street walker.” Twister then said.
Drake froze. Twister never talked about his mother or any of his family for that matter, but Drake had always known that Twister was running from what ever he had left in his homeland. Drake just didn’t know what it was.
“And…?” Drake tried to keep Twister talking.
He stood. “And she was consumed by dat world. She wouldn’t leave it and it got her killed, leaving two little boys stranded and straving without anyone to take care of them.”
His brother, another family member.
“I tried not to dink it was her fault. She was just trying to live da best she could for her boys, but dat life…every man dat came to her door didn’t just hurt her, but us too. We begged her to leave, even as young as we were. We wanted out. We wanted her safe, but it was always da next guy, da next guy. She wouldn’t give it up and she died on those streets.”
Drake shook his head. He hadn’t known. “Twister, Whitney’s not your mother and she not a…street walker. She’s a dancer and she would never hurt you.”
He was quiet again. “I know dat.”
“Then what’s the issue?”
“I-I don’t know. I thought about it alot. Casey tried to help me, but I turned away from him. Cassie and Clay too. It’s such a mess and I am ashamed.”
“Twister,” Drake took a breath. “It’s not your fault. You were a little kid and helpless.”
“I’m not a little kid anymore, but I still ran.”
“Yeah you did, but you’re scared.” Drake said. “I understand.”
“How can you understand?” Twister asked. “You’ve never had to go through something like that!”
Drake got serious. “I’ve been through it with Kat, over and over, through every nightmare, every memory as if I was there myself powerlessly watching those men attack her.”
Twitser nodded. He had forgotten about Kat. “What should I do?”
“First, apologize to Whitney. You like her, she likes you. You two are great together and you shouldn’t let Toulouse get under your skin.” Drake said. “Next, take it one step at a time and start talking to someone. Me if you need or take up sessions with Cassie, but Twister, get help to help yourself.”
“You’re right. I know you are.”
“…Drake…” he heard.
“Drake please wake up.”
He rubbed his eyes as he sat up. “What time is it?” he asked.
Then he looked at the clock on the opposite wall. “Only fifteen minutes!” he shouted.
“Seriously, why do you hate me?”
Kat sniffled. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh baby, no, I’m sorry.” he smiled. “It’s not you. It’s me. I stayed up all night with Twister. Why are you here anyways?”
“KL kicked me out.” she said.
Drake sighed. “Oh.”
“Plan of action, coffee then let’s head over Jack’s. I’m sure you can stay with them until we find you a more permit place.” he said.
“You think that Jack and Pmint will mind?” Kat asked.
“Of course they won’t.” he said.
“But first,” Drake said. “We need to figure out what the hell is up with this hair.”