@5urvive sent: [ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash . a city of trees | accepting
"What a fucking dick--"
Fights with Johnny were far from unusual on all fronts. An aptly named dick, the rockerboy really did have a talent for music, but an even more outstanding skill in getting under people's skin. Things, more times than not, got physical-- especially when Kerry was involved. While he had his moments of faltering to Johnny's wrath, he also was just as likely to return that energy.
That was the cause for the bruises that littered Kerry's face that day, coupled, with swelling around his eye, and a splitting headache from hair being pulled and his head hitting a wood floor after being knocked back. Far from the worst he'd looked after a brawl with Johnny, but still worse than he would've liked.
And while some nights he ran off to Nancy or Denny for refuge from the shared apartment, that night he'd gone to Rogue. The fact that she'd actually let him in was a relief, one that would go unspoken for the time being.
Huffing out in frustration, Kerry was doing everything in his power to keep his rage from turning into something else. Keep being angry. Keep hating his guts. Keep worrying more about the way his eyelid might be bruised for days. Far more appealing than wondering what just might be happening within the walls of his home.
Settled off on Rogue's sofa for the time being, his bag of things at his feet, all he could bring himself to do for now was rant.
"--dunno why I even fuckin' bother. Hope the motherfucker gets hit by a car and rots in hell, for all I fuckin' care."
