#kathy.

YESS

she moves the wing mirror of his car into position as to check her appearance, beady and dark eyes settling upon the reflection as she inspected her neck for his malicious hickies or for the appearance of smudged make up. “you cock-sucker!” she spat, laughter daring to tickle from her tongue as one arm reached out to push at heath’s shoulder with a hard jap. “you smudged my foundation! that’s chanel, you know?” clicking her tongue in disapproval the bennett daughter ( youngest of four ) pushed the mirror back into its position and went to pull her knickers from her knees up to her hips, her back arched as traffic continued to flutter beside the motionless cop car. “i’m hungry,” kathy continued, unaware of what he may have felt - who cared, after all? he was a cop, a cop that picked her up in the middle of the night or fucked her by the side of the highway. in other words, he kept the rumours from her family’s front porch. “have i earned dinner or...?”

“shut the fuck up, bitch!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide yet somehow dead as she withdrew two pre-rolled joints from her purse ( sold and traded by ronnie cox, rumour has it ). “no way, we are not inviting those saddos to my get together this weekend. it’s a fucking house party, not a play-meeting for losers who like to chase ghosts,” kathy scoffed, laughing from the depths of her belly before lighting one joint up - the other extended to annie, as the two girls sat in the front of the car. with kathy’s parents away for the weekend to visit their second-born talulah, kathy had her eye on hosting another small party with the rich kids from around town. of course, neither had to mention or discuss that said get-together was really an orgy of drugs, sex and alcohol. “have you met anyone cute this week? i swear all the cute ones are going to either get killed off or are set to leave,” she exhaled, posh and delicate tones comfortable upon her tongue as she inhaled her weed; she’d rather cocaine, but that was a drug saved for the devils of the night. “speaking off, did you hear ronnie cox is being done for killing his mother? i’m TOTALLY not surprised, he’s a total freak.” 

school books were laid out before her in a display that may hint towards a plan laying in wait. spread out for her parents to see if they were to walk inside, books on chemistry and essays on scientists.. all those dead people kathy didn’t are for. whereas her older sisters ( florence, tululah and cassandra ) may have became medical or law students, kathy desired nothing but the dark hinges of the earth. “i can’t believe they aren’t cutting classes,” she announced, fingers tugging upon the pendant that hung around her neck as she mindlessly stared at the words across her page - words wrote in cursive, mindless verbs on marie curie or whatever her name was. “you’d think one murder would be enough to do so. just goes to show that they don’t care about their young bright minds... but then, i suppose there arent many bright minds around here,” kathy mused, poison licking her tongue as her eyes lifted to meet the other’s - will burns. “what do you think, william? is there anything stirring in that brain of yours?” 

alibi : at the time of the murders she was either taking part in her parties whilst her parents and three older sisters were out of town, or was in the backseat of a cop’s car. 

[ headcanons. ]

"Hold up I'm gunna get a water of glass." x)