Kane simply believed they were just too stupid to be on their own without her. They needed her to keep them safe, but she needed them as her own personal toy.

That day when they left, Kane had done nothing but silently destroy their life. From ruining friendships, rumors, you name it, Kane probably stooped to that level. Like the level she went to tonight.

She watched from her car across the street as they walked into that nightclub with that slutty outfit, that outfit that Kane fucking bought them. The one that highlighted all their curves in the right place, the one that made Kane just want to fuck them raw and senseless.

Stepping out of her car, Kane went over to their car, making an effort to fuck it up as much as she could to the point it was going to just flat out- not work.

And not work it did.

Because no less than a few hours later Kane was driving around town, eyes on the street until she found them, all wet and cold from the rain, the harsh new york storm pouring down on the streets.

Kane pulled the car into the shoulder, stopping right where they were.

“Oh shit, sweetheart, look at you. You're all fuckin’ covered in rain. You not take your car? You tryna get kidnapped out here? Aye you're so stupid sometimes.” She grumbled, putting on a angry facade as she grabbed an umbrella, walking over to them