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                     The bottle is nearly empty save for the last few drops of amber liquid swirling around at the very bottom of the glass. Ten swigs in and she could hardly remember even buying the damn thing or where she even got the money to get it. No doubt she’d probably taken twenty dollars from her step-father’s wallet prior to leaving the house that evening. Still, every gulp of lukewarm poison wiped an hour from her memory until the only thing that mattered was the fact that she’s sitting on the edge of a curb and mindlessly staring up at the ever-changing colors of the stoplight above her as though she’s expecting to see something new to happen. It’s pitiful, really, the way she’s quickly becoming just like every other booze soaked loser that spills out of the Bucking Horse at five in the morning. She’s not nearly as beautiful as she usually is when she’s like this; that whimsical lightness that Kitty exuded after downing an entire bottle was surprisingly absent, leaving only a frustrating drowsiness in its place. After what feels like another thirty minutes of barely nursing the remaining contents of her bottle, Kitty decides that it’s not enough to be pitiful alone.

                  She knows that it was fucking to stupid to have called him for this, especially after he’s made it very clear that he’s no longer her chew toy. She sounds rather pathetic over the phone, hoping that he’ll feel enough of something for her to come and pick her up. Truthfully, Kitty knows that Sonny’s the only one who’ll actually come when she calls him, and that brings her some form of comfort. She always needs something from him and she likes knowing that he’ll be there to provide it for her. At any given time she could need a ride, his weed, his time, his body. Tonight is certainly no different from the countless other times where she’s called him in need of something. She’s still helpless and he’s likely still too hung up over her to even think clearly. Hadn’t she sat before him only a few weeks ago and promised to be different? If you want me in your life, you’re going to have to prove it. It surely sounded like a final chance at the time, and while she’s heard it all from him before, there was never someone else in the picture with him. Now, she knows she has to tread lightly around him as to not permanently push him away from her grasp. Of course, it’s much easier said than done.

                     Kitty places the bottle down on the chipped curb beside her the very second she sees a pair of twin headlights begin to approach her. She decides that it’s in her best interest to quickly make herself look somewhat normal, so she wipes her eyes and swipes her hands along the surface of her jeans before moving to stand. Once the car pulls up directly towards her and the window is rolled down, Kitty leans in. “Thank you. I’m glad you came, I thought I was going to have to rely on the kindness of strangers.” She hopes that Sonny can’t smell the booze that wafts from her neck like an expensive bottle of perfume, but given his line of her work it would be all too easy for him to notice it. 

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                “You’re so beautiful when you wear your hair like that.” She’s nothing if not charm personified. Every word is steeped in brown maple syrup and then rolled through a bed of glitter; pretty, but not something one would ever wish to ingest. No matter how sweet it tastes, bullshit was definitely not an important part of a balanced breakfast, but Kitty knows how to serve it up better than anyone in the world. Boys were weaned on it, staring up at her through a dizzying sugar rush and lapping it up faster than her pretty pink lips could spit it out. For Kitty, control  looks like blushed cheeks and promises of forever sealed with a carving of initials into trees in mid June. Control looks like warm french kisses and peach schnapps shared between friends and lovers alike. It’s the kind of control that people never truly escape from. So, as she stands in the back of the minute mart with a case Mike’s hard strawberry lemonade in her hand, she wonders just how Finola MacClean managed to survive and overcome the headache brought on by Kitty’s artificial sweetener.

                   Pampering her comes as easy to Kitty as breathing. A single look at the girl is enough to bring back memories of forehead kisses and innocence lost. Five girls devoured a mere child and spat out a ghost with an overwhelming desire for love that is only outmatched by the girl’s desire for death. Kitty held her in her arms, weaved marigold tresses into a fishtail braid, and placed a crown of baby’s breath atop her head as she laid out the map to womanhood for her. Like a rare and beautiful flower, the MacClean girl blossomed quite well under Kitty’s tutelage. Kitty taught Finola how to give herself away while still belonging completely to herself as well as how to follow the path on the map which led in between her thighs. In hindsight, perhaps femininity was too strong of a weapon for a such a young girl to learn how to wield, but what’s done is done and she won’t apologize for it. Somewhere along the road, Kitty and Finola’s paths split apart, but she’s sure that Finola hasn’t forgotten her inspiration, her maker. So, still in that aisle with the cooler door blowing puffs of white air against bare legs, Kitty smiles warmly at Finola and it all feels so terribly contrived. 

                  She pays her all of one compliment, but she doesn’t dare touch her. She knows that dipping her hand in the tank with a viper is simply an accident waiting to happen. Kitty’s sure that her mistreatment of a certain freckled brother of Finola’s is likely the source of the blonde’s iciness towards her. It’s no secret that Kitty treats Sonny like shit, but it’s only because he allows himself to be treated that way. One day he’ll harden his heart towards her completely and she’ll realize that there’s no going back anymore. Finola had done it, so what’s stopping Sonny from doing the same thing? “Want one? We can go to the park and share them. I won’t tell if you don’t.” It comes out sounding more like an offer of temporary peace than she intended, but it’s an offer all the same. This wouldn’t be the first time that Kitty’s been able to score fruity alcohol for herself, the five, and for Finola. The cooler door closes and the cold air that licked at her ankles dissipates, but the sweetness is still there. If Finola isn’t careful, she could suffer the headache all over again. 

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Whew! Okay, it’s been a while since I’ve been here but I’m still here. Like this if you still want me to continue some of the older starters for Kitty or if you want something new from her. Just lemme know. 

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VIOLET:

“No problem with that. White trash doesn’t exactly get me hot either,” Violet replied. Deep down, she was sure that Sonny was a nice guy. But he was still a Macclean at the end of the day. All of them were no good, some just worse than others. Sure, Violet was a messy bitch who lived for drama but even she knew better than to get involved with a mess like the Macclean family. She still had taste and standards at the end of the day. “But I do applaud for you for taking on a charity case like him. We all know how kind and giving you can be.”

Upon hearing Kitty’s following remark, Violet couldn’t control herself from giggling. She wanted to make sure she had heard Kitty correctly. Violet wasn’t sure what was more hilarious: that Kitty actually thought she was better than Violet when it came to boys or if she just believed the delusion that she was. The game of sex was one Violet excelled at. Once she got what she wanted, she usually ditched whoever had been unlucky enough to fall into her web. And sometimes they crawled over to Kitty to deal with the pain of Violet ripping their hearts out.

“You’re joking, right? Kitty… you’re nothing more than second best. The only reason they run to you is because they can’t be with me. You know what I do when I’m bored with boys. I drop them and move onto the next one. Boys like to run to the next easy thing which just so happens to be you, accepting them all with open legs. But I guess being a slut runs in the family tree,” Violet spat, her tone laced with malice.

                             God, she was so tired of hearing about how pathetic and trashy the MacCleans were. It amazed her that even some of the lowest of cretins that slithered on their stomachs through the streets of Boot Hill still had something vile to say about the family. Children were put to bed at night with the horror stories of that notorious household as though the entire unit was the embodiment of the boogeyman. Fortunately for children, they eventually grow up and no longer fear the monsters that were supposedly hiding underneath their beds. Perhaps Violet was just one of the few children that never quite got over their obsession with night lights and the shadows that crept beneath pale pink sheets.“Well, I guess I’m just doing my civic duty. You know, it’s funny how you think that a string of pearls saves you from being considered white trash.” Kitty sucked in her bottom lip and tilted her head to the right, giving the appearance of a petulant child rather than that of an adult. “A turd rolled in diamonds is still a turd.” Kitty fought the urge to laugh but she failed. Everything about Violet was laughable to Kitty, especially the way she tried so hard to best her.

                             You’re nothing more than second best. It was natural for the wolf to think itself superior to the lion. Apex predators don’t take well to competition, so there was bound to be a battle for power between the two girls at some point. Who was the better fuck? Who was the flashier jewel? Whose venom burned the most, and whose wallet was the fattest? If you were to ask those questions to ten different people you would never get a clear answer from any of them. In the grand scheme of things, none of the answers really mattered anyway. Their rivalry existed in one of the smallest corners of the world in a small town that few people outside of it even knew existed. Still, Kitty would be petty and insist that she was better than Violet to give herself something to do.

                          “If delusion was an art, you’d be right up there with Van Gogh.” Yes, Caroline Edwards was a lying, homewrecking slut that managed to weasle her way into a gated community and secure a diamond ring on her finger. Yes, Caroline Edwards played her best card twice and it managed to win her some chips during her second time around. Were her mother’s greed and promiscuity hereditary? It was possible. Could Kitty wind up making the very same choices as her mother? Sure. Somewhere down the line, Kitty would likely shackle herself to some yellow-toothed idiot with a nice job and an even nicer house. She would pop out a few brown-haired brats in order to keep her husband interested and spend the rest of her days smoking cigarettes on a lawn chair in her backyard. Like mother, like daughter. “Violet, it’s clear that someone lied to you and told you that your cunt was made of gold, but I’m here to tell you that it isn’t. In fact, it’s actually more like a run down hostel with way too many squatters.” Sighing and dropping her shoulders, Kitty reached down into her pockets to pull out her phone. Taking notice of the time, Kitty slid the phone back into her pocket before returning her attention to Violet. “Look, this has been fun and all, but I should really get going before your pores open up any wider and swallow me whole. I’m sure you understand, Vi.”

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Katherine “Kitty” Briar + Aesthetics

“ She had stardust running through her veins, beauty laced into her skin, and love resting in her eyes. She looked infinite”.

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LANA‌:

lana suppressed an eye roll as ex-student, kitty briar walked into her line of vision. as much as she hated being cornered by students outside of school, current and past alike, she liked it even less when she was smoking. the girl was forever imprinted in her mind - quite an enigma, graduating the first year she was principal. from the prize under her arms, it seemed like she hadn’t lost the ability to wrap boys around her little finger, and the wandering showed her attention span hadn’t improved. when she responded, lana turned away, waiting for her to retreat back to the bright lights and the noise. when she remained, lana tensed absent-mindedly, willing her to just turn around and walk away.

lana bristled at her question, then her language, and bit her tongue to contain the reprimand that sprung to her lips. she considered for a moment, torn. “i don’t see why not. if i don’t give it to you, then you’ll get it from somewhere.” it sounded rude, but was probably more accurate than lana even knew herself. she took the pack from her pocket and handed her a cigarette along with the lighter.

                           A look of pure delight spread across Kitty’s face as the woman reached into her pocket to retrieve the pack and handed her both a cigarette and the lighter. Kitty wouldn’t pester the woman for the entirety of the rodeo; she would only stay just long enough for her to finish the cigarette. Sliding the cigarette in between her lips, Kitty covered the end with her hand as she lit it before taking a drag. Her mother would tell her that she was far too young to smoke so much, but Kitty was too young for just about everything that was fun or relaxing. She was too young to smoke so much, too young to drink so much, too young to fuck so much. At what age would she be able to do those things without her youth holding her back? Originally, she thought that eighteen was the ticket to freedom, then twenty one, and now twenty two. Perhaps one can never truly be old enough for freedom in Boot Hill.

                             As usual, Kitty focused in on the Principal’s beauty as a way to connect with her. The woman was the spitting image of what her mother wanted to look like but she couldn’t quite grasp it. Sure, Caroline Edwards looked like a Stepford Wife, but her aesthetic was one that was entirely bought by her husband. Principal Richards was smart, attractive, and fairly successful; Caroline could hardly keep up. “Where else am I going to get it from, Ms. Richards?” Kitty teased, taking the lit cigarette away from her lips so that she could speak clearly. Who would she get it from? The boys? The bad influences? Kitty was the bad influence. “Never mind. How’re the kids looking this year? Anyone remind you of me?” It was no secret that when her chunky heeled Mary Jane's stepped foot off Boot Hill High’s campus for the last time there was a collective sigh of relief from both students and staff. Kitty was certainly one of a kind, but her version of defiance was the type that transcended generations. Surely there was another Kitty Briar at the high school who was giving the Principal a hard time.

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VIOLET·:

Violet isn’t ashamed of her promiscuity. In fact, she owns it. She wears it proudly with a scarlet V on her chest. She liked taking things that weren’t hers to begin with. Boys, if she was being specific. Most of them were all the same and had one thing on their mind. And if she didn’t have them, she usually found a way to by the end of the night. Was he really yours if he wanted me that badly? That was Violet’s famous line. So Kitty’s attempt to slut shame her flew over her head like an out of style scarf. If Kitty truly wanted to insult her, she’d have to try a little harder than that.

“You really think so? I always figured as much but thank you for the validation. Cum white’s my favorite. Always did look fabulous on me,” Violet replied with a small smile, “I’d offer you an invitation to the blowjob fest but you’d have no one to go with. I would never want you to miss out on all the fun. I’d say Sonny but he’s with someone new now. Erica, I think her name is? She’s just an absolute angel. Of course, a girlfriend’s never stopped me before but he looks genuinely happy with her. Happier than he ever looked with you. I’d feel bad if I were you, Kitty Kat. I could only imagine what he was like in bed. The quiet ones are usually the freakiest, or so they say.”

She then sighs, pretending to pout as if she felt sorry for Kitty. “I know! You could bring one of my exes. Everyone knows how much you love going after sloppy seconds.”

                           Kitty’s eyes darted past Violet’s shoulders as she spoke, Not even bothering to make eye contact with the girl and instead deciding to eye the cotton candy machine behind her. Of course, the red head’s words flowed right into one diamond studded ear and then flowed right out the other. It was all so very elementary to Kitty, the way that Violet tried to hurt her, anger her, set her off. Words have such a little impact to a girl that was both heaven and hell, sunrise and sunset. Kitty latched her pretty little hands around hearts and souls purely for her own amusement and that was why petty insults could never truly bother her. Why get upset over such weak attempts at insults when you hold real power in your hands? Right after this, Kitty would go slip herself under the arm of some buzzed cowboy and forget that she even had this conversation with Violet, and something told Kitty that Violet would likely do the same.

                             Kitty wasn’t quite sure what to make of Erica. She was hardly as vicious as Violet which was what made her likable, but she still had a little bit of edge. Erica wasn’t easily controlled, and Kitty respected her for it (even if it caused them to bump heads in the beginning). Now, they weren’t exactly best friends, but they weren’t enemies either, so Kitty could deal with her. Hearing Violet mention Sonny and Erica as something more than friends with benefits only caused the Briar girl to erupt in a fit of bubbly laughter meant to sound delectable upon the eardrum. Did Kitty care about Sonny? Perhaps. Kitty cared about a lot of people that were fun and entertaining, but she never made a fuss when they strayed from her. Besides, Kitty knew Sonny like the back of her hand. Like a child, he would always come back home before the street lights came on at the end of the day. 

                            Focusing her eyes back on Violet, Kitty redirected her attention to Violet before shrugging her shoulders. “Good for them. Erica’s absolutely gorgeous and Sonny’s got those cute little freckles and those sad baby blue eyes. Why shouldn’t they have some fun?” There was no hint of jealousy in her voice because she didn’t intend for there to be any. Kitty could joke about Sonny belonging to her like a Raggedy Andy doll as much she wanted to, but it wasn’t true. If Kitty could do as she pleased then so could Sonny. “Oh, you haven’t heard, Vi? Sonny’s an absolute delight in bed. Once you've kissed away all the weed and whiskey there's only sugar there. Too bad he’d never fuck you. I don’t think try-hards get him hot.” Now that would bother her. Of course, Kitty didn’t care who Sonny fucked, she just hoped that he wouldn’t fuck Violet. Why? Kitty wasn’t really sure. “You’re right, sweetie. I do love your sloppy seconds. I especially love it when they tell me how much of a better fuck I am than you are. You shouldn’t feel bad, babe. Sooner or later, they all end up coming over to the winning side.”

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VIOLET·:

Violet had only approached the girl out of pure boredom. The rodeo was getting boring for her and she needed a victim to tear apart. That was where Kitty entered the picture. No one in Boot Hill challenged her like Kitty did. It was something that had been going on between them for years. Maybe it was due to the fact that both of them had a lot of money. Or maybe it was just both their inner desire to be in control of everything. But the two couldn’t get along if their lives depended on it. In Violet’s mind, this town wasn’t big enough for two vindictive bitches. So Violet was determined to be the one on top.

Violet liked to push people’s buttons, waiting to see how long it took before they snapped. And Kitty Briar was one of the people she liked to test the most. And most of the times, Kitty took the bait Violet threw out at her. It was Violet’s favorite source of entertainment.  “Oh, Katherine,” Violet said with a small smile, “You always were so thoughtful and creative. Maybe you could join me as well. You’d make the loveliest pig. Pink was always your color.” She then nodded her head over to where the pigs were a distance away, the small smile on her face turning into her infamous smirk.

“You could even join your friends over there. The more the merrier, right? Plus, you and the pigs have something in common. You both wallow in shit so… it’d be a perfect fit,” Violet cheerfully added with a shrug.

                         Kitty almost faltered, but like a swan, she never allowed anyone to see the anger that bubbled beneath her feathers. Oh, she was good. Very good. You would never know which cards were in Kitty’s pretty little manicured hands until she laid them out on the table for all to see, and that was how she liked it. There had been a time when Violet could make her snap, something that Kitty loathed to admit. Now, it would take more than petty insults if Violet wanted to crawl underneath her skin. Not even the use of Kitty’s full name got to her whenever it came spilling from Violet’s lips like a rare poision. It was a cheap attempt to get her angry, to make her sweat, but she remained totally unfazed by it. What she enjoyed the most about their childish bickering was the fact that it challenged her to be quicker, smarter, harder. Kitty fully expected Violet to retaliate and seal her words in ice so cold that they could burn, as it was her usual way of dealing with the Briar girl. At the end of the day it didn’t matter how cold Violet’s words could be, Kitty would never stop until she ripped her apart.

                        “You’re always thinking of me, that’s so sweet.” Her voice was warm and ever dulcet as she spoke, curling rose tinted lips into a smile as she listened to Violet’s half-baked insults. Another chuckle erupted from Kitty’s lips as Violet compared her to a pig wallowing in its own shit. There went yet another insult that Kitty couldn’t be bothered to take seriously. The chuckle was just another way for Kitty to tell her to try harder. In Kitty’s mind, Violet was nothing more than a poor imitation of herself that had been repackaged but could barely keep up with the original. “Well, if I’ll be joining my friends in the pig pen, then you should join your friends behind the dumpster. I’d hate for you to be alone and I know that they’re just dying for you to join in on the blowjob fest, Vi.” Kitty added, mimicking Violet’s shrug. “After all, cum white has always been your color. You wear it on your cheap blouses better than any girl I know.”

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VIOLET‌:

Violet secretly looks forward to the rodeo that happens every year, deciding that she might as well try and have some fun. She had remembered being so awestruck when she was a little girl. Now, it was nothing fairly new or exciting. But Violet always tried to attend whatever event, eager for something to do other than drink all the time. Plus, she’d probably run into a familiar face or two and she was always eager for company. A small smile broke out on her face once she saw someone she recognized standing off to the side, making her way towards them. “Hey, you. Mind hanging out with me for a little while? It wasn’t like you were doing much of anything anyways? Come on, it’ll be fun.

                       How fucking desperate. Kitty could only laugh as she usually did whenever Violet Macaulay dared to speak to her. Had Kitty given the girl any indication that she had grown soft towards her? Sure, Kitty smiled and batted her lashes at the girl, but she did that to nearly everyone who passed her on the street. In no way had Kitty led the girl to believe that they were friends who would braid each other’s hair or eat ice cream together during the rodeo. A neatly stitched eyebrow scaled her forehead as she looked at the girl, another chuckle washed in arrogance slipping from her lips with ease. “Actually, I do mind.” It was a petty rivalry that existed between them, both girls going out of their way to outdo each other. Violet would take three shots, but Kitty always had the stomach to take four. Kitty would buy a new purse only to find that Violet already owned the same one. They were like two spiders in jar, both fighting to rip the other apart to claim some pathetic prize. In all honesty, Kitty liked to think of their rivalry as merely something for her to do. Had they both of the girls been raised in a booming city and were exposed to the rest of the world, Kitty doubted she would even pay the girl any attention. But alas, this was tiny Boot Hill, and Kitty was a bitch. Tilting her head to the side, Kitty offered the girl an obnoxious smile. “Hey, I hear they’ve got a cartoon face painting booth for the kids. You know, you’d make an excellent Shrek, Vi.”

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LANA·:

lana had always enjoyed the rodeo - the bright lights, the sense of the whole town coming together as a community for a shared experience. she didn’t like the relentless advertising of food, or the frequent run-ins with tipsy students, but all in all it allowed her to forget about the stresses of her life for a few hours at a time - and the days of work helped with that.

she had ducked behind one of the trucks for a cigarette, having staved off the urge for hours. but just as she lit it, she heard footsteps, and sighing, she turned to face the person. “can i help you?” it came out slightly ruder than intended, but all she had wanted was a few minutes of peace.

                     Nestled in the crook of her arm was a newly won stuffed turtle given to her by some admirer whose name she hadn’t bothered to commit to memory. Win something for me was all that she needed to say, and there it was. Men were so funny that way, it never took much for Kitty to bring them to their knees. Her voice was like a spell as it weaved its way past her lips and danced intricately along the eardrums of the unsuspecting, of the affection starved. Like a child in a candy store, her appetite for sweet boys was simply insatiable and luckily for her, the rodeo was practically crawling with them. Perhaps it was the way that she wore her hair or the flowery perfume that was lightly sprayed on her decolletage, but they always came running to her with tenderness in one hand and gifts in the other. As always, Kitty would kiss them on their cheeks, promise to watch them as they got knocked off in the bronc competition, and then let them eat the cotton candy right off her fingers. How very kind of her to be both their cheerleader as well as their as sweet treat.

                     There was something juvenile about her as she walked, like a child who had wandered too far from their mother. It was clear that not even the bright lights and funnel cakes could keep Kitty’s attention. She wandered around the church parking lot with no real intention to stumble into someone, but ended up doing exactly that. Principal Richards had never really been her favorite person, but Kitty knew how to pretend that she liked someone even if she really didn’t. Walking clear through the puffs of smoke without so much as cough, Kitty smiled and clutched the turtle tightly in her arm. “Nope.” Her response was immature, but what else could be expected of her? It was obvious that the woman wanted to be left alone, but Kitty wasn’t in the business of giving people what they wanted. “Actually, can I have a drag? The rodeo’s been great and all but it’s really starting to get on my fucking nerves.” Kitty had seen a time when she might have been scolded for using such language in front of the woman, but what harm could the Principal do to her now?

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SONNY·:

you work too much. it’s a fact, an undeniable truth, but sonny feels the need to oppose everything kitty says. the real, undeniable truth: there’s nothing to do but work. selling alcohol to girls barely old enough to drink and men that have been drinking longer than those girls have been alive, it’s his only reason for getting out of bed every morning (or afternoon, rather). the splendors of boot hill don’t extend much beyond inebriation. having something to do every day, working so much, keeps his thoughts from focusing inward on himself, every failure he’s ever produced, every reason he’s just as much of a piece of shit as everyone has always told him he is. it keeps his mind and hands busy so he doesn’t get wrapped around the svelte fingers of a rotten aphrodite—again. he’s clearly impatient, eyes only glancing at her while he huffs hotly, begging the earth to swallow him whole. the weight of her stare and the weight of her hand feel like concrete, keeping him standing there instead of walking into the stock room or the men’s room where she can’t follow, but sonny knows more than anything that nothing gets in the way of what kitty briar wants.

if she called, would he have picked up? a question that he barely has to consider; he’s her dog and he’ll come running when she rings the dinner bell. maybe this time, he would’ve let it ring a few times before picking it up. he hopes, at least. his response is a lie, but kitty doesn’t need to know it: “no.” alison prevaricates, attempting to sound confident but his eyes flutter like moth’s wings as he avoids making direct eye contact with kitty. her stare, so pervasive, he can feel those eyes boring into every inch of his body, connecting the dots of his freckles and seeing right through him to the wall, like she can see right into his soul. he decides then that kitty should be a cop or something, there’s not one crook that wouldn’t fess up immediately, even to crimes they didn’t commit, if they just had her eyes on them for a fleeting moment. it’s why he has to steel himself, turn his own eyes into hard blue fire, a barricade that can’t be breached. he has to steel his heart, he has to make it into a pit. an endless, black one that kitty’ll fall down on her way to his soul.

her hand leaves his, a relief. it’s supposed to be a loving, caring touch, the salve to his raw nerves, but it only burns like spilled acid. as kitty searches her purse, sonny lets his eyes rest on her and nearly feels that barricade crumble, an instantaneous demolition that only has his little sister finola’s voice in his head, begging him to stop before it crumbles to dust. his gaze rips from her to the phone, met with a picture of him looking so happy, so lovesick and utterly pathetic. he doesn’t see a picture of two young kids, carefree and euphoric. all he sees is a boy that he desperately wants to tell to run far away, run into that desert until he reaches what lies beyond the amen county line, run until kitty briar or deputy holm can never find him. run until he becomes just like eileen, maybe that’s where he’ll find her. the little memory kitty supplies doesn’t make him smile, like he supposes was her intention. his stomach flips, but not from butterflies, only bitterness, like bourbon that won’t settle. perhaps if he wasn’t irritated with her, it’d work. he knows it would. he knows his anger is all that saves him from kneeling at her feet, the loyal subject that’s only been given a recess from her service instead of a reprieve. he looks from that phone to her openly sincere face, the pretty veneer. “katherine,” alison spits, knowing just how much she hates to be called that, just as much as he hates to be called alison, “i’m not seventeen anymore. can’t you go play with someone else? haven’t you finally gotten bored of me?” she must’ve, she hasn’t been around in ages. victims on rotation, he should’ve known it was only a matter of time before kitty came back, but it hurts all the same.

                   This had worked in the past. Kitty had seen a time when Sonny wasn’t nearly this difficult to reel in, but times change and broken boys only grow harder. Raised a particularly fickle child, Kitty was never as certain about anything as she was when choosing which of her toys to play with for the month. Like dolls, all of her lovers were all special to her until they weren’t. There was always a new doll with prettier eyes and softer lips that managed to catch her greedy little eye and distract her from the one that she was playing with.Love was a game that few were ever willing to play with her, but when they did, Kitty would always play to win. Children are allowed to be selfish in that way when they’re playing with dolls, but Kitty was no child and Sonny was the furthest thing from a doll. His anger towards her, while understood, was unsettling in a way that she never quite expected. What made this time any different than all the others before it? They weren’t that much older now than they were the last time their paths crossed one another, so what had changed? Yes, Sonny would add up another wall to guard his heart every time she came barreling back into his life, but never before had Kitty worked this hard to break through those walls. Sonny intended for the poison that dripped from his tongue to hurt her, to keep her far away from the wall of ice that concealed his bruised heart, but Kitty was never one to give up that easily. Sonny, didn’t anyone tell you that Kitty dealt in flames?

                   The very moment that her full name fell from his lips like a curse word, Kitty could feel her skin start to melt right off the bone. He was hurting and that was a sure-fire way to show her that she no longer meant anything to him. So long as Sonny only saw Katherine and not Kitty when he looked at her, she was sure that he would be able to continue icing out his heart. Kitty might have been like the elusive and mysterious wizard to the rest of oz, but Katherine was the girl the behind the curtain who worked all those pretty brass bells and whistles. Calling Kitty by her real name was the equivalent of pulling back that velvet curtain to see the fraud for what she really was. She needed him to seeonly Kitty if she had any hope of permanently replacing the bone chilling frost that coated his words with golden sunlight. Winning him over again would take some time, but Kitty was nothing if not determined. She had nothing but time in a town as small and uninteresting as Boot Hill. “I deserve that.” Kitty answered, releasing her gaze from his. She deserved to swallow every last bit of poison that he sent her way, and she would do just that. Kitty would endure his anger to show him that she cared about his feelings, that she was actually listening this time around. If making her feel small made him feel better, then she would suffer through it for him. Truthfully, Sonny was the only one that Kitty would ever suffer through it for.

                  “I’m not playing with you, Sonny. I meant what I said.” A lie. Playing games was all that Kitty Briar knew how to do. What use were real feelings when artificial ones were so much more fun? "I want you to know that I’m sorry.” Once again her hand found its way back on top of his in an attempt to draw him in. Part of her fully expected him to snatch it away from her given how disgusted he was with her, but she put all of those negative thoughts out of her mind and enjoyed the moment while it lasted. “I know you don’t believe me or even want to hear me apologize to you, but it’s the truth.” Apologies, genuine or not, were often overlooked by Kitty. Girls like her were rarely ever sorry for the choices that they made, but she felt different this time. It almost felt right to apologize to him, but she quickly suppressed that thought. Of course it wasn’t right, this was all for fun, he was for fun. Why should she feel bad about playing with Sonny when he was the one that allowed himself to be played with? Yes, that’s a much more appropriate thought for her to have. That thought justified it all. “You don’t care about what I have to say and that’s more than fair, but just let me prove it to you.” Sliding her fingers in between the spaces of his own, Kitty locked their palms together as she looked for an answer in his eyes. Let her in Sonny, she promised to be better. Her own cool blue eyes were soft and glossy, preparing for a fake flood of warm tears should he further reject her. There was no greater actress in Boot Hill than Kitty Briar when she really wanted something.

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@hosannagabriel​

                 In the third grade, Kitty decided that god didn’t exist. It all started as a reason to be left at home on Sunday’s when her mother insisted that they both needed to attend the morning service. Ever the defiant and petulant child, Kitty would kick off her good church shoes, undo her pigtail braids and demand that they go to Cheri’s Dairi instead. As usual, Kitty would be forced to bend before her mother would break and she would be dragged to the church kicking and screaming every Sunday morning. Of course, Kitty didn’t believe in ever giving her mother a break, so she whined and stubbornly kicked the back of the pews until the older church-goers turned around in their seats to stare daggers at her. If all that god had to offer her were more rules and obligations that she didn’t ask for then she could certainly do without him. The last thing that she needed was another force in her life trying to teach her the difference between right and wrong when the entire world was something in between. 

                  Sunday services were always a rather time consuming affair filled with the same boring sermons and poorly told anecdotes. Honor thy mother and father, he turned water into wine, Eve was an evil bitch for wanting to be more than the leftover bones of her superior; Kitty had heard it all. She decided that she would rather gouge out her eyes with a spoon than sit through another lengthy sermon in Boot Hill. It wasn’t long after her mother’s marriage that Kitty finally stopped attending the services altogether. Girls like her looked for god in the curve of their lips, in the flutter of their lashes, in themselves. What use did she have for god when she already carried the entire world between her thighs? Besides, Kitty preferred to kneel before a man that she could actually see. 

                   She would never openly admit it, but Pastor Lockhart had managed to breathe new life into Boot Hill’s church. Kitty would see him on the streets and ply him with empty promises of how she would start attending again, but she never did. She knew it probably disappointed him when he looked out into the crowd and her face wasn’t among the others that filled the pews, but there was a reason for her absence.The truth was that she simply couldn’t be bothered to pull herself out of bed early enough to make it in time. It was nearly impossible to get Kitty up earlier than twelve o’clock after a particularly wild night out. Nevertheless, she always felt pretty bad about not being able to keep her promises, but she would make it up to him. One day, Kitty would surprise the Pastor and stay for at least half of a morning service. Kitty would do that for him, but not for god. 

                   Pushing past the wooden double doors of the Community Salvation Church, Kitty looked around at the empty pews until her eyes landed on the Pastor. After closing the door behind her, she made her way up the center aisle of the church until she stood beside him. It wasn’t Sunday but Kitty couldn’t help but think that there should have been more people there. Where were all of those bitter older ladies that swore by the word of the lord? Shouldn’t they be glued to the pews waiting on the rapture or something? “Pretty empty for a church, Pastor.” Kitty teased, moving to sit on the wooden arm of a pew beside him. “I guess I was expecting more people to be here.”

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“sorry about that, kitty,” rose replied with a small smile. rose was nice but she wasn’t a pushover either. and she certainly had dealt with enough stubborn customers to know when to put her foot down. “and i’m sure the room will be exactly to your liking,” rose added, hoping that would be the end of that and she’d be able to go back to writing out the rest of her book. unfortunately, that wouldn’t be the case and rose would soon find herself having to deal with her all over again. it was clear that kitty was clearly bored and wanting to play, rose noting the little smirk that graced the beautiful girl’s face. a sigh escaped rose’s lips before saying, “ten o’clock to be exact. but you can always leave earlier… if the room’s not up to your liking. it’d be no problem whatsoever.” rose matched the girl’s smirk. whether it was stubborn crain blood that flowed through her veins or her inner desire to have the last word (something her mother would never allow), rose wasn’t sure. all she knew was that she was going to finish this novel without any further interruptions. especially not from a spoiled rich girl who was most likely taking her problems at home out on her.

                 Annoyance was evident in the woman’s voice, but Kitty didn’t care. She had mastered the sacred art of false smiles and artificially sweet kindness before she even learned how to do long division. Of all the skills that Kitty had acquired, mercilessly antagonizing the innocent was her very favorite. Everything was a game to her; this town, this motel, this woman’s dwindling patience. She loved to challenge a dormant temper in hopes that she could dance in flames that were set by the frustrated and annoyed. Their faces would turn a deep shade of red as they scolded her for being so fucking annoying, and she would only laugh. It was safe to say that the poor souls who made the grave mistake of allowing Kitty Briar to tuck herself comfortably underneath their skin were never quite able to get her out of it. “Oh, it’s probably not up to my liking. Hell, you aren’t even up to my liking.” There was nothing but arrogance in her tone as she completely bypassed the answer about the check out time. Kitty stood before the woman as a prime example of what happened when a parent never told their child no. As a shiny product that had been polished and repackaged by the gentle hands of the pristine Villas Adobes community, Kitty oozed privilege every where she went. Her perfectly curled brown locks, and diamond earrings paired with the outrageously expensive hand bag that hung from the crook of her elbow all seemed to scream: You’re nothing to me and we both know it. Not even bothering to wipe the the conceited smirk away from her lips, Kitty focused her attention on the woman. “What’s the difference between you and a piss soaked mattress? I honestly can’t tell.”

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Miracles Happen | Myra

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who's your biggest inspiration?

Honesty Hour | Accepting

Kitty suppressed the burning desire to say that she was her own inspiration. It was a cute answer and it was definitely in line with her personality, but it wasn’t altogether true. Kitty was an amalgamation of every other girl in the world who couldn’t quite sate the hunger that gripped at their guts with a permanently clenched fist. All those fluttering lashes, all those pretty pink lips and empty vodka bottles where the rim had been licked clean by the debauched and passionless. That was what Kitty was inspired by, but she had no real interest in explaining all of that. Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither was the restlessness that girls her age felt nearly every waking moment. The truth was that you had to experience the emptiness to know exactly what she was talking about. Leaning on the very edge of the bed, Kitty turned to stare at the face and plastered a very pretty and very phony smile across her bare lips. “Cybill Shepard in The Last Picture Show.” She decided that was good enough.