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The hours seemed to pass by quickly. Her trance was half way through giving up and going on overdrive. She felt like an empty body. A body with no soul or spirit. Just a body with muscles, bones, blood, and intestines. The car seemed intensely quiet, dead. The people she passed with speedy haste were simply beings that were blurred, not meant to be seen or heard.

Everything was dead.

It was when she got to the place they were said to have been living that she some-what returned to reality, only her brain. Her spirit was left with the peices of her heart back at her house.

There were two men there, they both were from the pack. They seemed to be standing guard like soldiers at the Queen's palace, stone faces and motionless. They were statues at a greek temple, though not as thoughtful, and not naked. Their stone eyes shifted to her parked car and the woman inside with curiousity and that dog-like want that every man had for a beautiful woman. When she stepped out of the car their eyes grew even more bright with desire.

Amma watched them coldly, eyes peircing and seeing every faulter and every crack of their own hearts. They looked to eachother as she put a cigarette in her mouth and started up the walkway to stand infront of them, dusting off her shirt and jeans.

"Men." She said and nodded. They looked down to her and moved closer together to block the door-way. "Oh, you know I live here...What's happened?"

"You don't live here." Said the taller one, his tan face greasy and rough from a growing in beard and sweat. "We're supposed to wait here for someone."

"Oh...but..." Her emotionless voice faultered and she looked up at them, lifeless eyes glaring at them and they flinched at the ferality of its gaze. "I'm waiting for someone here too."

"Sorry lady, but we can't let you in, you shouldn't even be here. Why don't you walk your pretty little a** back into the car before-"

"Before what?" She said, a crooked, menacing smile spreading on her face and she patted the side of the tan man's cheek. He retaliated with a quick grab of her wrist.

The animalistic beast inside her kneed him in the gut and slammed her gun against his head, a sickening crack as he fell against the concrete, unconcious. She laughed harsly and spat at his cold face before the paler man grabbed his own gun and pushed her down. The feeling of cold stone hit her own cold face with enough pressure to cut her chin and for blood to leak onto the ground.

"Hey b***h, we gave ya a warning, now you're going to be beat up pretty bad, eh?" She felt his hot putrid breath on her ear, the same ear she felt his own sweet warm breath. Anger rose and she flipped around and threw her fist into his adam apple. He gagged loudly and let out a screech, giving her enough time to stand up and knock her gun against the back of his and topple him ontop of his partner.

She rubbed her palm over her bleeding chin and rubbed dirt from her cheek. They obviously weren't there. Otherwise two men wouldn't be laying unconcious at this point.

The pain of losing two of the closest people to her and made her think a bit over her car ride. She needed to atleast tell him she never lied, and that she was sorry. She knew he wouldn't take her back, but with the overwhelming sensation of guilt for his anger, the death of her blood and best friend, and the slumber of her other best friend...she needed to get some of the guilt off her chest. She knew she had been extremely selfish...she would always be selfish, but she shouldn't have left him on that harsh note.

She took a few minutes to drag the men behind the hedges and then sit herself down on the steps infront of the door and light up a cigarette. Letting the blood drip down her face, she opened up her cell phone and dialed Cherokee's number. He wouldn't answer...why should he?

He didn't. The message tone rang and for a few seconds she was silent, breathing smoke from her nostrils and corners of her chapped lips. "Uhmmm...God...It's all my fault this has happened. If I never had been stupid enough to think you could love a heartless person as myself you would never be running and I would never be at Enzo's house with two guys behind a bush. Okay...I was never good enough for you. Is that what you want to hear? I knew it all along, but I thought that maybe it didn't matter. What do you expect from me? I can't be perfect...how can I be? I'm sorry. That's all I want to say, get it off my chest... I'm sorry I ever told you I loved you, which I meant with all my heart, and I'm sorry you came back for me, and I'm sorry I shot Darius for you, and I'm sorry that I came back here expecting to find you here, and I'm sorry for everything damn it. I'm sorry I'm who I am...I'm going to try to change. Maybe then some day if we ever see eachother again we can see how much better we are. And how are dreams never came true.

I never lied to you Cherokee. I never lie about myself. I wouldn't have been with you last night if I didn't want to be with you, if I didn't tear myself up over you. I'm...I just am so confused...I've never felt this before...that's why I'm so stupid...no one's loved me before, or ran after me when I cry and run. No one's even tried as hard as you...and I can't handle that...I want to try so hard like you have...you've given up, but I don't think I ever can. Maybe...never mind. You shouldn't bother with me anymore. I'm a train wreck, I'm dead already...everything's gone. I just-"

She choked up with tears and shuddered loudly. "I just wanted to say Good Bye...I just wanted to say Good Bye properly...please...I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Everything's gone so bad. So wrong." She began crying and shut the phone slowly. Her hands trembled and she felt tears run down her face, mixing with the gravel and blood on her chin.

She knew she had to get over him, but how was she supposed to do that when he had been so close, so close to her grasp. When she saw her dreams coming true with him.

"I hate love. I HATE LOVE!"

((Hahahaha awwwww...rambling rambling. She's so emotional...unstable crazy lady in the neighborhood! RUN!

So yeah, feel free to make people come and beat her up, or just leave her there...XD Haha do whatever! *dances*))

((Hahaha, it's been awhile... sooo busy. OH MAN. IT'S CRAZY. You'd think the summer I'd be LESS busy... NO SIR!... I'm more busy -.-; ))

Cherokee looked up from his hands, and shook his head slowly. "She cared." He said tonelessly. "Just not enough to risk." He stilled, looking to his hands again. His unreadable expression had returned making it impossible to tell what he might have been thinking then as he stared at the dark creases of his hands.

He looked up to Enzo again and nodded his head. "I figured... if I said it enough..." He trailed off, and shook his head. "I've been ripped up too many times..." He laughed, a bitter and hollow laugh. "It's amazing... it's amazing I'm still so f*ckin' huge." ((hahaha, it really is, Cherokee, it really is))

He then smiled, that subtle tilt at the corner of his mouth; an old smile to replace the one Amma had given him once. "You're too good to me, Enzo." He said quietly. "And you'd better be if I'm going to be saving your sorry junkie a** again."

Beatrix laughed, a surpised and quickly stifled nervous laugh. There was a tightness around her eyes and mouth, and a sort of anger in her eyes, but it was gone quickly as Enzo took her hand. She gripped his hand in return to steady his shaking hand and rested her head on his shoulder. "Yeah, my man'll take care of you, Cherokee." She patted Enzo on the chest and nodded. "Oh yeah. He looks skinny and breakable... but get him cornered and he's like a WILD ANIMAL." She chuckled; a suggestive chuckle.

Cherokee flashed a brief grin. "I believe it." He remarked.

When his phone began to ring he pulled it from his pocket, but left it dangling loosely in his hands. "How's Emily?" He asked, hands forming briefly into fists around his cell phone then loosening once more. "She been okay? I missed her."

He looked around the pair to get a glimpse of his daughter. He smiled as she continued to sleep. "Thanks." He breathed and then returned his hard gaze to Enzo. "Where's the last place you saw him? Did you catch the kind of car? The license plate... Faces of anyone else? Anything? I'll need it. If I can I'll find the b*****d long before he finds us."

Cherokee gently set his cell phone beside him and replaced that with a gun in his hand. He made the easy and well practiced movements of loading it. His face was emotionless and his eyes glinted with a dangerous light, like wolf eyes flashing in the darkness.

"We're getting this done quick." He rasped in an unfimillar voice.

(((... he's... he's kinda scary o.OAND I'M NOT SURE HOW HE FEELS ANY LONGER. Hhahaha, he's so good at hiding how he feels I don't even know what's what anymore... gooosh. BUT THAR YOU GO.

Sorry he didn';t listen to the message, J... but he wouldn't let me make him o.O; if that makes sense... AH! This is hard... you're like... not there... to... ANYWAY! *runs off* I DO NOT MEAN TO LEAVE YOU OUT! aaaah... ))

(( Haha sorry...I was over at my friends house yesterday and the day before that...and then she was over here yesterday and this afternoon. XD We haven't gotten together in a while...yup yup. :[ ))

Amma's face hardened slightly as she starred out into the street, watching as cars passed, trying to catch faces and see how their lives were just by the facial features. She was good at it to say the least. She had to be with her current status. Finally she lifted herself up and dusted off the butt of her raggedy jeans.

She had to do something, and yet she didn't want to be desperate. If she went around searching for him, she'd either not find him, or get into trouble and get killed. Green and blue eyes lowered to her shoes in thought. What was she going to do? It was obvious that someone would be coming back here, whether it be him or someone less decent. She didn't want to stick around to find out however. She also didn't want to run home just yet. It felt good to be out of there, even if it was for a little while.

Her eyes glanced around before starting down the steps and towards her car which was parked on the side of the street. She wanted so badly to get in it and drive away, somewhere far far away. But the reality was she couldn't. If she wanted ANY life away from the one she had right now she had to go back to hell first. She had to take Darius with her and had to get transcripts before moving to another college to finish her degree. It made her angry and frustrated, more so than she already was.

Her best friend and son were gone. They were gone. She wasn't going to hear their voices again or touch the top of Justin's head and hear his stories of preschool again. She wasn't going to hug Joker and here him tease her or hear him tell her how much she was worth. She wasn't going to see his bright green eyes sparkle as he looked at her and told her he was proud of her and proud of what she was turning out to be.

He was the only one who ever told her he was proud of her. He was the only one who ever told her he was proud of her trying so hard by going to school, visiting Darius each day, trying her hardest just to be someone. She had never heard it from anyone else, ever in her life. And she wanted to badly just to hear him say...

"I'm proud of you."

She wanted to hear that so badly, so much that it hurt. When she reached her car she got inside and starred at the steering wheel. Where was she going to go next? Where would life take her? Maybe some day she'd see Joker again and he'd tell her how proud he was every single day as he watched over her. Maybe she'd see Justin's gleaming face with a race car in his hands and hear his happy squeal of laughter when he saw his mother.

She imagined Joker and Justin in the car with her, imagined hearing their voices. They were so much alive. She could hear them talking to her and she could hear Joker saying he was proud. As tears streamed down her face she could hear Justin's giggling and sound effects for a car. She smiled to keep from bursting out in sobs. She smiled so she could be strong for Justin, so show him that Mommy will be strong for him and so she could make him proud. She smiled so that he would smile in heaven and could tell his friends that his Mommy was the best person in the world. She smiled so maybe the pain that tore at her each second after hearing they were dead would go away. She smiled so that just maybe she could go on without them and make a life for herself, for them, for Darius. She smiled so that she could somehow know that she could make it on her own.

As she started up the car she ran two fingers over her cheeks to wipe away tears and pulled out into the street again, trying to keep her vision from blurring. On her way to a hotel all she could do to keep from breaking down was to smile the best she could. And when she finally reached the building she finally felt that even if she cried and she would for a while now, that somehow she'd make someone in this world proud.

After rubbing tears from her face again she took a deep breath and got out of the car. Her feet moved weakly into the cheap motel and tried to gather up enough courage to devise a plan to get out of Chicago for good. She ordered a room and went to the elevator, pushing the button for up, she took a step back and smiled, eyes dead and body exhausted, but she smiled, even as the elevator doors opened for what seemed like ages.

((Hahaha...there! She's there...so do whatever. XD Sorry I made it so...depressing...:[ It made me tear up...haha I'm a lame a**.))

Amma's eyes drifted from what was in front of her and what she wanted to see. When the doors pulled back to reveal Cherokee she saw Joker, behind him Justin. Her extreme want made her think it was really him and her smile grew.

"Joker I thought you d-" she stopped when she blinked and she saw Cherokee pass and she stopped, starring at the empty space in front of her. For that minute she saw Joker's grinning face as though he were about to say how tired and depressing she looked and expected to hear his chuckle but he wasn't instead she heard a curse from Cherokee's voice and she turned her head and watched him, smiling sadly at him.

"Big Guy." She said quietly, mostly to herself as though to remind her it was him and not someone else. Her body tensed as he stared at her. "I was just going to my room...I didn't want to go back yet." She began but he stopped her when he grabbed her in his arms. That minute she felt as though she was about to break down again. But she smiled, holding back the pain she felt, and instead replaced it with the warmth of Cherokee's arms.

"I'm not sure what I'm doing here." She said but again was stopped when he kissed her. She laughed emptily when he told her she was a b***h and nodded. "Yeah...so I've been told...by everyone really." She looked to the side, unable to meet his eyes, afraid her glue holding her sanity would loosen and she start bawling and screaming. The anger inside, anger at the world, anger at the people who killed them, it all made her want to punch something over and over again until her energy was gone. Her face twisted with confusion as he leaned towards her and she coughed, as though getting ready to have a fit, but she held it.

"I don't know. Everything was just going so awful...I thought if I ran after you that maybe it'd be better or something. If I saw you, or something that I could forget all this s**t that's been thrown at me. I don't know, I just..." She paused and took a couple deep breaths, putting a hand to her face and trying to steady herself.

"You hurt me too..." She finally whispered and looked up to him, eyes full of pain. "I didn't mean for it to go that wrong...I was just so upset you had to leave again...after...you know...I spent a year waiting...and I just didn't want to do it again. But I mean...what relationship doesn't have fights? We just have to work them out right? If we work them out then we get to know each other better. We aren't perfect. I am a b***h...I am. And I'm angry, so damn angry, all yesterday and all last night I've just wanted to run up to someone and beat them up so badly." Her voice grew heated and she finally looked at him again, eyebrows furrowing.

"Have you realized we've only seen each other for close to 5 days total? I was just scared I guess...scared that I'd end up like my mother. But I think we're different, I'm different. I may be extremely self-centered and obnoxious...but that doesn't mean I don't love you. God...I love you so much it hurts. I've just felt like such a stupid girl, I never wanted to end up like those princesses in the disney movies...the one that always are in trouble and the men come for them. I wanted to be the knight. But how can I be so strong when my one true strength...when he's gone. All the time I've been strong for him." Finally she stopped, let go, and took a step back, smiling up at him the best she could. She felt her face heat, cheeks on fire and her heart pounded furiously. She then licked her lips and rubbed at her now scabby chin cautiously.

"I'm strong, I've decided I'm strong. I'm not going to keep running from my problems, burying the truth under more problems until I DO end up like my mother. I've decided I'm not taking it anymore. But...I want to do it with you there. I can't be strong all the time...and when I can't...I want you to be strong for me. And then when you can't be strong, I'll be strong for you." Once again she stopped and rubbed at her watery eyes.

"Oh...there's two guys unconscious at Enzo's house...I kind of...ran into them ya know?" She made a punching movement and ducked a little. "And I gave 'em a popper on the head." Her fist punched the Cherokee's chest jokingly and shrugged. Her eyes were still empty, but there was light somewhere in there, hope. For once there was hope there. "You wanna go pop some more guys? I feel like I'm about to explode if I can't get my hands on someone quick like."

((Haha oh my goodness! She didn't cry! A FIRST! XD She will later...how can she not? After she beats up some a**. And sorry about posting before Lala...I couldn't resist. :[ ))

((Okay.... lesse how this goes... oooh yeah. *still has no idea WHAT CHEROKEE IS DOESING!* So... ready go!... and I'm going to have alter some things... cos hahaha, you did soooo muuuuch the things that are important for him to respond to happen at all these different moooments.

Anyway, basic idea? Shut up, I'M DOING WHAT I WANT! LALALA! LA!))

When Amma said Joker's name he pulled away from her completely and drew back. An unreadable look crossed his features. His surprise at seeing her vanished and left him there as hurt and as angry as he had been before. His eyes remained on her face even though she didn't seem to have the courage to return his gaze.

But as angry as he was and as broken as he felt, he listened. He listened to everything she had to say and though his face did not change he understood. He left his eyes on her face, but did not move forward.

"I know... I know people fight... but I don't want you to be AFRAID of me, Amma." He said. "You screamed." His eyes narrowed. "That's what really hurt. You think I'd hurt you? Physically? Do you think I'd really DO that, Amma, after I said I loved you?" He wanted to know. "You can love me all you want, but I'd rather have your trust."

Cherokee's eyes did not leave Amma's face as he continued. "And it might have been five days, but it didn't feel that way to me. I didn't know we were keeping count." He said with an edge of bitterness in his voice. "My mistake." He whispered, clenching his fists. "But you didn't think I was scared? You didn't think I knew what we were risking? What I could have done to you?" He demanded, his voice suddenly sharp. "I woulda dropped it then in there if you hadn't wanted it too... but I always felt like... like I was the only one who really wanted it. You talked about it, but you never did anything."

He was quiet for a spread of time, his eyes searching her face intensely. "And you've always been strong, Amma. When I came to you... you were strong for me." His voice was softer now and his expression clearer. "I was s**t faced without you." He placed a hand briefy to her cheek and drew back.

"But I'm not doing this now... I can't." Cherokee's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "You need time... you've always said you needed time, so I'm giving it to you." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Come to me when you're ready to do what I was wiling to do a year ago."

"And you can't come. This is my business." The dark man said as Amma punched him playfully on his chest. His eyes were searching her face again. "I'll come back, and I hope... I hope you'll still be here when I get back. You shouldn't come and you should'nt leave."

He paused, his breath catching in his throat. "Joker's dead isn't he?" Cherokee's face didn't change. "Someone's dead. You shouldn't come." He touched her shoulder as he walked passed. "You should stay in our room. It wouldn't be good if you came."

And he was gone. He met Enzo at his car, and with a nod exchanged they climbed into the car and drove off.

The first words to come out of his mouth. "You saw her." It wasn't a question.


((... OUCH. hahaha, wow. Well... that's how it is! *pose* That was the HARDEST response I've EVER had to type... but I feel it turned out just how it NEEDED TO BE! LALALALA! I don't think I meant it QUITE as harshly... but that's just how it panned out in the end! AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WILL WITH IT!... Though having her chill with Bee COULD BE AMUSING. Up to you. (saves Bee for next post either way) TOO MUCH THINKING!

AND THAT THING CHEROKEE SAYS IS SO ENZO WILL HAVE SOMETHING TO REPLY TOO AND BLAH BLAH BLAH until they get to the blah blah blah... and blaaaah.))

Enzo sat in the passenger seat, looking far heavier than his light build should have managed. His dark gaze seemed even more sunken and worried, and he couldn't control the shaking anymore. All in all, he was silently flipping out.

"Y-yeah, I saw her." Enzo muttered, eyes glazed and facing forward. For whatever reason, it felt like the world was falling down around his ears. "It's no good, Cherokee." He said suddenly, gazing upon his friend. "No good."

He paused. That probably didn't make sense. GODS he wanted a fix. SO VERY BADLY. "Amma, I mean," Enzo said before Cherokee could question his odd speech. "She followed you here, didn't she?" he shook his head, "No good."

The pistol he had clenched in his hand rattled slightly as he turned it over and over, prying fingers always moving, but careful not to set anything unwanted off. "No good, Cherokee... All of this... This whole situation, yeah? It... There's something wrong here. Not the obvious, but something else really wrong." He had no idea what he was saying now, but somehow it seemed right.

"Let's just get this overwith." He wanted his house back... Why he hadn't packed anything in the car, he wasn't sure... Maybe it was because he really WAS trying to quit... Or Bee found it and made him get rid of it... "It'll all be alright, yeah?" It seemed he really, really wanted Cherokee's answer.

((...hahaha WTF. I dunno. Did that even make sense? I HAVE NO CLUE. Hahahah drugsssss *licks them and runs in circle* Yes. ONE CIRCLE. No plural. PHEER IT, YOU HEATHENS!))

When she saw Beatrix she grinned and looked behind her as she spoke. "Who? I don't see anyone...oh me." Her sarcasm laced off her voice before she put a hand to the door and opened it up all the way, her strength overcoming the other woman's. "I was told to come up here. But they forgot to tell me the number. It's a good thing I have a cat's instincts, finding my way here."

Dull eyes tilted to the left, beyond Beatrix to look into the small room. The beds looking so enticing that she felt her body weaken at the sight. She hadn't slept decently since Cherokee had been to her house. Her tongue flicked over her lips, which once again were chapped due to the cool winds in Chicago. Before long her daze was broken when she looked back to Beatrix.

"So, long time eh Sexy? Too bad you don't seem that happy to see me. I thought we could braid each other's hair and do our nails. But I really should be getting inside there. Might be spotted you know. I don't feel like beating up anymore guys." Without waiting for entry she slid past the other woman easily, as though trained over many years and headed to the first bed, only to find a small child sleeping in it.

The small form made her heart ache terribly and she tore her head away to the window, glaring out at the seemingly calm parking lot. Taking a shaky breath she walked quickly to the other bed and sat down on the edge of it, a hand rubbing at the now scabbing chin. It still stung. It was bad she hadn't gotten a chance to clean it before it started to heal, it could be infected. However she had bigger things to worry about.

"Oh and if you feel like yelling at me for being a b***h or whatever. Save it, I've already been told enough times."

((Haha not much...I was gonna do more...but BLAH! I can't...I'll wait.))

((I POST BEFORE WORK TOO!... Only I am not sure if I will make it!!! READY GO!))

Cherokee just smiled a crooked smile. "I'll live." He replied. "I'm damned lucky." He gave a short laugh, gripping his shoulder to stem the flow of blood.

He accepted the gauze with his bad arm. He nodded his head in thanks, already setting to work to wrap it up over his clothes. He needed a quick fix, he'd really worry about it later when he had the time.

"It went through so I'll be good." He was saying, laying another length over his wound, but cut off as he caught Enzo's dark expression. He froze in his movements of bandaging himself. He'd seen that look before, but never on Enzo. He'd seen it on desperate men, on men that had nothing left in their souls, but never on Enzo. That was a look of nothing but madness, consumed with no thought at all but to deal out pain in exchange for pain dealt.

"Enzo." He said, but he didn't hear him.

He didn't hear him when he told him to lay off. He didn't hear him when he cursed and shouted for him to lay off... and then he didn't hear him over his own gunshot. Or the next, the one after, or the last. Cherokee forgot his bleeding arm and pushed Enzo hard on the shoulder, pushing him into a forced sit.

"Cool it." He was saying. "Cool it. There's no one left." He made some jerky movements and produced a lit cigerette after a bit of a struggle with his bad arm. "Just beathe on this." He said from above, shoving the cig into Enzo's shaking hands. A few bloody fingerprints marred it's white wrapping. Moment's later and Cherokee had his own lit cigerrette in his mouth. The pain in his shoulder numbed as he tasted nicotine. He exhaled and finished wrapping up his arm.

He didn't speak or look at Enzo for a very long spread of time. He moved around cleaning up. He hefted up the bodies (he easily lifted them with just his one arm) and stowed them inside the house, a few feet apart with their feet toes pointing towards eachother. He placed Enzo's gun between them after wiping it off thoroughly with a sleeve and touching it man's hand to its handle. It'd buy them some time with the police if they left a confusing crime scene and it'd take them even longer to find in this quiet town. He then took out a hose and washed the blood from the grass and small driveway, washing it away into the gutter. He then washed his own hands and face and stowed his gun in his jacket.

No trace of them was left behind.

When Cherokee finally settled he crouched beside Enzo, sucking on his cigerrette to ease the pain in his shoulder as he knelt. "You alright?" He wanted to know. "I lost you there for a bit." He took another drag and then let his cigarette dangle from his finger tips instead. "When you're ready, we'll go." He glanced at him briefly with his light coloured eyes and focused on something distant.

"That was scary s**t..." He was quiet. "Is that what I look like? Is that what we looked like?" He rolled his head to the side. "F*ck. F*ck, man. We're sick. Why'd I ever DO this? I can't raise a kid with these hands... Do you know how many guys I've shot?" He blew out a cloud of heavy smoke. "I didn't even think twice... not even one second thought. Just bam... Gone. And what the hell for? s**t! I don't even know WHAT for! For some gang?" He shook his head. "s**t. I'm only 19!"

He rocked on his heels, running a hand through his dark hair. "My life... your life... why'd we do it?" Cherokee asked still not looking at Enzo. "Because I don't remember anymore."

((... that was so depressing.... I made myself... really... depressed... HE'S ONLY A YEAR OLDER THAN ME. WTF? And I dunno where that came from! But the man hardly talks... hahaha, I think he wass kinda thinking out loud there! ANYWAY TO BEEEEEE!!!))

Beatrix's expression became very tight as Amma pushed the door open. She released the door as soon as she began to apply force to it.

"It has been a long time." She remarked. "And of course I'm happy to see you." She didn't try to sound like she meant it. Beatrix kept her dark eyes on Amma's face even as she looked passed her to the room beyond.

At her comment about coming inside, Beatrix stepped aside for her to come in, eyebrows raised appraisingly. "Come on in." She put in sharply as Amma stepped in. She closed the door behind her, leaning her weight against it as she slid a lock in place. She then pushed away from the door and trailed after Amma lightly, her body bespeaking her tension at the other woman's obnoxious attitude.

Beatrix looked a little puzzled at Amma's strange reaction to seeing Emily, but said nothing of it. She settled on the bed next to Emily and stroked her hair lightly.

"What gave you the idea I was going to mention just how big of a b***h you are?" Beatrix remarked in cruel voice. "I mean, you're no b***h. You're too manly to be a b***h." She laughed a little. "I guess that'd make you a b*****d. But hey, who am I to judge, honestly? Playing with a man like that... it's really all up to how goddamn unfeeling and cold you are to decide if that makes someone a b***h or not, you know?"

Beatrix examined a hand. "But you're not just a b***h are you? You're more than that." She smirked. "No... you're something real special, aren't you, Amma? You're a coward too. You act like a hard a**, but you're chicken s**t when it comes down to it." She laughed a little. "Couldn't follow him, could you? What? No money for a bus ticket? And gas IS kinda espensive." She said mockingy.

"I think honestly... Cherokee deserves better than you. So much better... someone who'll give instead of just take." Her voice became hard and cold. "Someone who isn't selfish... that man is too damn NICE. He's so DAMN GOOD to you. He should have dropped you flat on your a** a year ago. He'd be so much better off... and he gives you all these second chances." She shook her fist a little.

"Maybe your out of chances now. There are only so many ways to break a man's heart." Beatrix flicked her hair over her shoulder, and her beautiful face was cruel and unsmiling. "But enough about bitches, hm? We have a kid in the room. We don't want four lettered words just filtering into her dreams, do we?"

She smiled pleasantly then, plesantly cold and fake.

((hahaha, maaaan. she was PISSED. And you DON'T mess with her. Hahaha, Amma made a big boo boo messing with, Beee-face. I garunteeee Bee is a bigger b***h than anyone... and she KNOWS it too! *cracks up*

Anway... *hiss hiss* KITTY FIGHTS!HEHE. She'd so pull all her hair out!))