GONE

"But its my favorite color and it goes with your pink cheeks."

"I don’t, but depending on what you’ve got, I may or may not start." She said, eyeing him somewhat suspiciously. 

KC looked at her confused. "I got whatever you need and if I don't- wait you're not like an undercover cop or something, are you?" She didn't look old enough to be but he could never be too careful.

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"Maybe. Do you usually buy your shit from me?" He asked, wondering out loud if she was one of his rare customers.

"None." Gritting his teeth, the boy’s form was as tense as ever. Poorly attempting to store in his anger, Ben knew better than to lash out at her. His words might have been a bit too blatant, but he was never the one for anything more sentimental than a direct insult. "Are they, Sydney? Are they different than the last family who barely fed you? Are they different from the ones who neglected to turn on your hot water?" His eyes widened slightly as he saw the brunette pick up her bag, Ben stepped away from the window where he was broodily gazing over the small town previously. Hearing her confession, he could only purse his lips as he continued to step forward. "I’ve heard from more than one source about that. I’m not surprised." Walking towards her as his legs took long strides, Ben towered over the girl as his lips remained in a grim line. "You loved me, I loved you—-what was more complicated than that, Syd?" 

Her cheeks flared with heat as she heard him come after her with every poor decision she'd made. Yet, this time it was different but she wasn't going to waste her time trying to convince him. Refusing to look at him Syd went around him only to be stopped by his words, forcing her to look at him. "What the hell are you talking about?" She felt confused, not knowing where this had come from. "Whatever we had, it wasn't love." The cruelty in her voice meant to sting. "You just called me yours to keep anyone else interested in me, away. You don't like to share your toys, do you Ben?" She began to walk away backwards to still face him. "You're just a possessive bastard who can't stand the fact that I left."