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Cy got home drunk, and very pissed off. His fucking card had been declined which meant that fucking Kaden hadn’t paid his fucking rent today, and Cy was livid. To make matters worse, the bitch behind the bar wouldn’t let him start a tab, and when he’d reached behind the bar to grab the bottle of bourbon out of her hand she’d fought him back and he’d had to hit her, which meant the goddamn cops had been called. If he’d been drinking at Houz Ablaze this never would have happened, the staff respected them there, but he was a few blocks over at a bar next to a girls dancing studio because he’d had his eyes on one of the girls. He’d been almost getting somewhere too, before the whole shitshow.

“KADEN!” he hollered as he burst into the house, slamming the door behind him hard enough to actually close it the first time. He stormed through, kicked Kaden’s door in, and swayed a moment in the doorway because Kaden wasn’t in there. And neither was a shitload of Kaden’s stuff. There were a few school books scattered on the bed and his drawers hung open and empty. No pillow, no bedspread, what the fuck.

Tragos’ room was the same. Those LITTLE SHITS. Cy put his foot through the wall in the hallway (it wasn’t the only foot or fist scar this house bore) and stormed back to the kitchen to pour himself a drink. Kaden owed him money, god FUCKING DAMN.

Where would he go? Cy’s first thought was down the road, the Warmoth’s. Yeah, yeah probably. He threw back his drink and threw the glass at the wall and stormed out of the house leaving the door open.

The Warmoth’s house was dark but not at all hard to break into. Cy prowled around by the light of his phone, heading straight to the living room because if Kaden was anywhere he’d be on the couch. Couch was empty, apart from the pizza boxes and the Xbox controller, and Cy snorted and kept looking. Down the hall, the kids bedroom doors were all shut, but Cin’s was slightly ajar, so that’s where he went. Disappointingly, she was gone too.

Or, suspiciously.

Where the FUCK was everyone?

Were her clothes missing? No, when he yanked her cupboards open, they seemed pretty full. Pretty nice shit too, he thought, as he poked around, getting even more suspicious. Then opening one of her drawers cinched it, because that was some fancy fucking jewelry. Cy had stolen enough in his time to recognise the good stuff. “Little bitch,” he muttered, putting the pieces together. Kaden had had some sort of windfall recently, and fucking Cin was benefitting from it, when Kaden belonged to him, and that money was fucking his. Cy raked a handful of the jewelry into his pocket and was going through her drawers for cash (and panties, he was definitely keeping a pair of those) when he heard a car pull up outside, and the doors close.

Ah good, the shits were home. He turned off his phone torch and slunk back out to the kitchen in the dark, waiting for them to get inside, and lock the door behind them. He was getting his fucking rent.

Cin got out of the car and leaned back in to say goodnight to Archie. She hadn’t specified that tonight was a date, but it also hadn’t felt needed. She’d told him all about Barak, after all. If he’d thought it was a date after that, then he was the idiot here, not her.

The house was dark, as expected. She’d given Bailey money and told her to take them all out for dinner and a movie, and she hoped that she wouldn’t pick something that was going to freak Brody out. Last text from Bailey had said they’d gone to an arcade and Brody was sleeping in her view while they played Dance Dance Revolution.

It was strange (and very cool) to suddenly have the money to be able to do things like that, and she didn’t want to take it away, even if Brody should have been in bed by now.

Inside the house, Cin tossed her bag onto the top of the nearest surface and locked the door behind her, walking into the dark kitchen and opening the fridge to put the leftovers away.

“Hey Cindy,” Cy spoke up as he stepped toward her, grabbing the open fridge door and using that and his mass to corner her. “That’s a lot of fucking food you got there,” he gave it a quick glance - the rest of the fridge was pretty full too. “Wanna tell me how you’re affording all this shit?”

The voice from the darkness made Cin jump and swear, and then the shock gave way to annoyance (and a small amount of fear) when she realised it was fucking Cy standing in her kitchen.

“Sounds like none of your business,” she snapped, trying to close the door but finding it wouldn’t even budge in Cy’s grip.

“It’s my business if its my fucking money,” he growled at her, leaning in, the reek of alcohol strong on his breath. “How’d you con it outta Kaden, huh? And where the fuck is he?”

Cin’s expression to Cy, the both of them lit up only by the fridge, was one of complete contempt. “I don’t know where your fuckin brother is,” she told him, wishing she could move away, wishing she wasn’t caught like an animal in Cy’s trap. “And I don’t have your fuckin money, so piss off.”

“Yeah cos you fucking spent it, you cunt,” Cy snapped. “I seen your cupboards, you getting money from somewhere, and it’s Kaden, innit? You fucking him too?” The logic of this seemed sound.

“Oh my god,” Cin said, rolling her eyes and trying to shove him so she could get past. “You think everyone’s fucking everyone, it’s pathetic. Now move!”

Cy caught her wrists in his hands and shoved back against her, using his body to push her more firmly into the fridge. She’d asked him to move, after all. Didn’t say which direction, hah! Stupid bitch. “Y’know what I think,” he asked, pressing his chest hard up against hers, beautifully accentuated tits in that pricey fucking dress. “I think you can’t get enough of Murphy dick. You rode Barak till he got his brains bashed, you busted Tragos’ V-card, now you’ve moved onto Kaden. Makes a guy like me feel real left out.”

The idea of her fucking Kaden was so dumb, but she didn’t feel like defending herself over it. And she’d only fucked Tragos because Barak had said it was time to make his little brother into a proper man already, and Cin didn’t want to give Barak any reason to toss her. Like she’d been gagging to fuck a thirteen year old virgin - yeah, what a thrill. (Barak had been pissed at her afterwards anyway, said he reckoned she’d enjoyed it too much. For months he’d kept bringing it up.)

“Well, shit, Cy,” she said, giving her wrist a yank to see how much he had her caught. (Completely, was the answer.) “Guess you must be the biggest loser in the Hole then.”

Cy growled and her and spun her round, simply so he could throw her backward into the cupboards and shut her the fuck up. He followed her quickly, pinning her with his body before she had a chance to bounce and clamping one huge hand around her neck. “You’re the worst kind of bitch, you smart-mouthed piece of shit,” he said, squeezing tightly. “Apologise to me!”

Cin shrieked in surprise and alarm, pain flaring through her back where she’d hit the benches. And then he was on her again, with his hand around her throat, cutting off her breathing. “I’m sorry- ack! Sorry you’re such a pussy!” She brought her knee up between them and managed to catch him in the balls, just enough that he loosened his grip. Cin yanked herself free and darted to the side, putting the kitchen table between the two of them. “Fuck off out of my house!” she screamed, one hand on her throat.

Cy swore a string of insults, the alcohol numbing his pain senses enough that her blow didn’t cripple him, and he sprinted across the room at her, hitting the kitchen table with both hands. “You’re gonna pay for that, you cunt,” he snapped, shoving the table into her. “You’re gonna beg for my forgiveness. You’re gonna be on your back sobbing for it!”

“Fuck you, Cy!” she snapped, trying to keep on her toes even as he shoved the table into her, trying to make sure she could work out which way around it to run. “I’m not scared of your roided up bitch ass!” She wished that was true, wished that Cy didn’t scare the shit out of her. Her throat felt crushed, and she didn’t know how she was going to get out of this. She was just glad neither Bailey or Ruth were home.

“You WILL be,” he promised her, and jumped onto the table, running across it right at her and making her flee. He leaped and landed with a thump that shook the house, making a wild grab for her hair that definitely would have worked if he’d been a little more sober. His miss didn’t stop him though, and he raced after her. “About time someone taught you a FUCKING lesson about how to speak to MEN!”

Another shriek as he flew at her, but Cin was pretty sure she’d had less to drink than Cy had. She was pretty sure that was the only reason he didn’t already have her pinned to the ground. She managed to loop him around the couch in the living room - almost tripping when her legs got caught in the x-box controller cord - and back into the kitchen. A knife, she needed to grab a knife!

But the thing she spotted was the skillet and with a scream of anger and turned and swung it, hoping to hit his head. It collided with a heavy thump. It was not enough to knock him down completely, but it was enough that she could get a little space and run for the front door.

She could hear him moving, groaning and scrabbling, as she tried to get the door unlocked, hands shaking and clumsy. But finally she got it and yanked the door open, running out with pan still in hand.