FALSELY / ACCUSED !

after everything that had happened in the asylum and then losing his children’s mothers, kit had become rather overprotective of julia and thomas. even with wendy in his life ( & she was someone who he trusted with his kids ), kit still found himself unable to relax. “i feel like if i let my guard down for even a second, somethin’ bad will happen to ‘em.” he admitted as he let himself slump down onto a chair. “i know you would never let anythin’ bad happen to the kids, but i can’t shake that feeling away.” 

“you don’t owe me nothin’.” kit didn’t do things for something in return plus he knew all too well about the horrors that went on in the asylum having had his fair share of punishments and experiments done on him and if he can prevent someone from having to endure that pain, well he would have done something right. looking back from where sister jude and the guards had hurried past ( & kit had just told them that he hadn’t seen valerie ), he turned back to the girl once he made sure the coast was absolutely clear. he didn’t know her all that well, but what he did know was that she didn’t deserve whatever the staff had planned for her. “you wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?”

he knew his words would do little to ease how she felt, but if they made her feel even a margin better --- well he would take that over anything. nevertheless, he would do anything to keep ally from letting her dreams go because even if he didn’t know the first thing about the music industry ( aside that it was a tough industry to break into ) he knew ally had what it took to be like all those singers that were heard on the radio. it wasn't just him being biased either. he truly believed ally had what it took to make it big someday; the right person just hadn’t found her yet. for a moment he thought all he was going to get out of her were two words ( which he couldn’t blame her, but it still sent a pang to his heart with how put out she had looked ) but then she spoke again and he smiled at her words. “i couldn’t think of a better person to fill in those shoes, miss campana. i’d be a lucky man if you were my star.” because even if the world didn’t know who she was yet and therefore couldn’t appreciate just how amazing of a person she was, kit was able to. “i’ve never had anyone write me a song before, but i would love to hear it.” 

“who the hell are you?” if it weren’t for the fact that kit was already against the farthest wall from the door, he would have moved himself back further. the cell that they had placed him in for solitary confinement was small and probably not unlike the regular cells that the patients of briarcliff were given; he hadn’t been in the asylum for a day and he had already landed himself in confinement. “how the hell did you get in here?” so far no one had came to see him aside from grace, who had came to bring him his food but even then their contact had been through the metal bars. “did sister jude send you?” even then, the door hadn’t opened and he had been completely alert --- or so he thought. it was like she had appeared out of thin air. maybe the shit they had injected into him was causing him to hallucinate this young lady.

“you get a lot of that out here.” dark eyes danced across the vast expanse of the farmhouse, everything was calm save for tate and kit’s conversation and the rustling of the trees. “it’s a lot different than it was back home.” they had lived in a proper neighborhood, one with neighbors on each side of them. because they had lived in a good neighborhood there was hardly any noise coming from their neighbors ( most of the screaming had come from constance whenever she was drunk ), but there had been the sounds of cars going down the street and the other noises coming from the city. “ain’t gotta worry ‘bout anybody bothering us out here. it’s like we’re in our own little world.” 

“I think everyone feels like that once or twice in their life.” he offered, hand reaching out to grasp at her smaller one in a comforting gesture. “just ‘cause things ain’t goin’ the way you want them to doesn’t mean it’s always goin’ to be like that.” though he didn’t have the dreams and aspirations that ally did, didn’t mean he didn’t empathize with her.  he saw the frustration and rejection she felt whenever she thought her dreams were going to come in fruition only for her to be rejected because she didn’t meet a label’s criteria. “you’re an amazing singer and songwriter, ally. you’re beautiful and amazing and if i had the power to turn ya into the next big thing, i would do it in a heartbeat. ‘cause if anyone deserves to have their voice heard by millions of people, it’s you, allison campana.” 

fully convinced that they weren’t in any danger, kit went back inside and back to his and dolores’ room. “hey, sweetheart? i didn’t see anythin’ outside or inside. it musta been the wind or a stray animal. you can open up now.” 

“are you underestimating my skills, miss barnes?” despite the offense that could be taken by the comment, kit’s tone was playful and not at all offended by what she had asked. he couldn’t blame her for being wary about what they were about to do, but he wouldn’t intentionally put her in harm’s way; he wasn’t that kind of person. he would gladly risk his own life without a second thought. “you trust me, don’t ya? i won’t let you get hurt but i’ll also understand if you don’t wanna do this anymore. i ain’t gonna force ya to do somethin’ you don’t wanna do.” 

“how d’ya feel about going out tonight?” kit asked as he entered the room, smelling like the outdoors where he had been for the past hour doing yardwork. ever since he had gotten out of briarcliff and got alma back into his life, things had taken some getting used to especially with also having grace and thomas in his life, but they were managing. “grace said she’s okay with it and will watch julia. it’ll be like old times.” they had all had traumatic experiences that wouldn’t make things go back to the way they used to be; they could only try. “so what d’ya say?” // @medealore​