High5ives
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Kanen
Animosity towards the rest of the town didn't fade as Kanen walked down its streets. This wasn't home anymore, if it ever had been. It seemed like every building he passed had a memory attached. Granted, the bars in town had a significant lack of memories. Suddenly, Kanen was feeling like he needed a drink. He missed it. Liquor was his best friend, a few drinks would be ok? He could take a shot or two and still be sober. Surely that'd be fine.
Kanen had stopped in front of an old liquor store. He didn't have a fake ID or even any money, but that had never stopped him before. How easy would it be to just run in, grab a few bottles, and run out. It wasn't very likely for there to be an actual security guard or something in there and whatever attendant working at the counter probably couldn't catch Kanen after he made it out the doors again.
Kanen took a step towards the store, and then another.
Nope. Going back to prison over a cheap bottle of whiskey didn’t seem worth it at this point. Risk and reward, right?
Kanen still stood there for a few more seconds before finally continuing back down the street. In a way, it was easier to just keep walking when he didn’t have a destination in mind. He didn’t have to think about it, he just did it. There wasn’t any reason to hesitate, because there wasn’t any reason to stop. It was like sticking himself on auto pilot. Kanen could just zone out.
A crash made Kanen jump and look around. He hadn’t even realized he was outside the West house until now, which should’ve been hard to miss. The Mansion felt like it gloomed over him. Like every other place in Westbrook, it reeked of bad memories.
Kanen heard something like glass shattering, a vase or cup or something. That, along with Jace’s faint yelling was enough to make Kanen a little bit suspicious. Kanen started marching up the house, passing one of the cars in the driveway. Sean, sitting in the driver's seat, apparently just waiting for something, only added to whatever mess was going on here. "Get out of the fucking car, jackass. Let's go!" Kanen yelled, pointing an aggressive finger at the front door of the house. If Sean wanted to just sit in his car all day, cool. Whatever. Kanen was going inside though. Something was wrong, and he had every intention of finding out what it was.
Kanen's hadn gripped the handle of the door and tried to pushed it open. The dead bolt didn't budge. A heavy fist pounded on the door, but when no one answered, Kanen took things into his own hands. Or, feet I guess.
The brute took a couple steps back before ramming his heel into the door right beside where the deadbolt would be. The first kick, the door hardly budged. The second kick loosened it up a little bit. The third finally swung the door open, and with enough force that it hit the wall on the inside. Kanen didn't waste any time before marching into the house. Jace yelling was a lot louder now.
"What the fuck is going on!?" Kanen yelled, booming through the mansion.
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