Keira (nuttyknightley) wrote in leaving_fame,
Keira
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Home and family.

*is looking over her living room one last time, hugging herself and smiling at the noises coming from the kitchen, where she left Ian, a newly arrived Caleb, and her new yippy puppy*

*jumps slightly when she hears the phone ring, yells that she's got it and bounds over to the coffee table, hurriedly answering the phone*

Hello?
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Hello, darling.
*blinks, completely surprised to hear your voice again*
*concerned* Keira?
*numbly sits on the edge of the couch, still unable to speak, not noticing any of the noises coming from the kitchen or out front*
*sighs into the phone* *softly* I know you're upset with me, darling. I shouldn't have left the way I did. Apparently, I shouldn't have left at all.
*shakes her head, her attempt to speak cut off by a knock at the door* *awkwardly* Wait, okay? Just... wait. *stands, dazed, and makes her way over to the door, opening it to find you on the doorstep, a trash bag and two suitcases at your feet, a cell phone to your ear, and a grin on your face*
*snaps the cell phone shut, dropping it carelessly onto the trash bag* *airily* But I've always thought apologizing over the phone is just so bloody rude. *grins sheepishly*
*drops her phone, her eyes filling with tears as she launches herself at you, knocking you both backwards and onto the front lawn*
*screams when you both go tumbling, laughing and hugging you back, before she notices that you don't appear to be letting go anytime soon, and that if you don't, oxygen deprivation might soon become an issue* *gently pulls at your arms* Keira, darling, air.
Sorry. *sits up, sniffling and staring at you*
*sits up and bites her lip, smiling sadly* I'm sorry I left, I'm mortified that I didn't say goodbye, and I'm livid with myself for not being here when you needed help.
*bursts into tears, burying her face in her hands*
Oh, God. *sits up on her knees and pulls you against her, hugging you tightly and stroking your hair* *sadly* What did he do to you?
*is clinging to you tightly, still crying, her voice muffled against your shoulder* Who?
*rubs your back, squeezing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth* Tove.
*pulls back and sits on her heels, shaking her head and looking down at her hands in her lap* He's... He didn't... *shrugs weakly* He said he's done.
*squeezes her eyes shut, shaking her head, all the while inwardly damning Tove to the deepest level of hell imaginable, where he'll be forced to wear a pink taffeta prom dress, with poofy sleeves AND shoulder pads AND a big bow on the back, while being made to recite Shakespeare's sonnets over and over, BACKWARDS, until his TONGUE FALLS OFF, only to join his bollocks, which, by this time, will have been RIPPED OFF and ROASTED*

*ahem*

*scoots forward until her knees are touching yours, lifting your chin with a finger, making you look at her* *softly* He won't ever be able to do this to you again, not while I'm here. I promise you.
*frowns, confused and a bit worried* What are you going to do?
*pats your hand, smiling warmly* I'm going to flay him.
*looks down at your hand on hers, and threads her fingers through yours* *quietly* Kate, don't joke. Not about this.
*nods* Oh, I assure you I'm quite serious, darling. I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity. *waves a balled up fist around in the air* Pins and needles all the way. And, well, TA DA! *waves her free hand dismissively, shrugging* He doesn't know I'm back, and tying him up while he's asleep isn't exactly new to me. I'll just... go it alone this time. *pauses, rethinking her plan* And pray a lot.
No, Kate. *looks back over at Tove's house, quickly ducking her head and moving so that she's sitting next to you, her view of the neighboring house now blocked* I've been enough trouble. *looks back down at your hand in hers, rubbing her thumb over the back of your hand*
*seriously* You have a heart, Keira. That's what makes you human, and that's what makes you susceptible to loving people and then being hurt by them. *pulls her hand out of your grasp, cupping your face in her hands* *firmly* You have nothing to be sorry for. He's a miserable bastard who revels in his misery. You're better than that, and you deserve better than that. *smiles sympathetically, tucking your hair behind your ears* It's just going to be hell on earth for a while, that's all.
*scrunches up her face* Huh?
*wrinkles her nose, confused* What?

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