Who: Kiley and Chase When: Early evening Where: Chase's room
For obvious reasons, Kiley was not having a pleasant day. Her ankle was sore and slightly swollen, though she didn't think she actually sprained it. The whole day had been exhausting and frustrating, even more so knowing she'd had to depend on other people to find their keys in time to avoid punishment from the Fuckers in charge.
After being released from Beatrice and getting back to the house, Kiley had eaten lunch and then soaked in the bath for a long, long time, emptying and then refilling the tub with fresh, hot water. After pulling on a clean pair of jeans and a dark red t-shirt she'd taken from Cassi's several days before, Kiley left her room, ignoring the throbbing in her ankle. It wasn't like they had a ton of pain relievers in the house, though Kiley supposed she could track down Cecilia and ask if she had any squirreled away.
It didn't matter. Kiley would live. And she had people she wanted to check on. Like Chase. She had a pack of cigarettes in her back pocket, that she'd taken from the carton in which Jack found their key. They were old, she knew that much, and she wondered if they were the cigarettes that Chase had been rewarded with, but had never been able to find. Whatever. Nicotine was nicotine if he wanted it. If not, more for her.
Making her way downstairs to the second floor, Kiley walked across the lounge, noting that Marco had done a pretty good job cleaning up the blood from the night before. Idiot, she thought grimly before knocking on Chase's bedroom door.