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Benji Sommer-Passos ([info]lockupyourgirls) wrote in [info]blueridgeau,
It was hard to be back here, even after letting time go by. Someone, she decided, was lying with their advice; people said time healed all, but time didn't heal all wounds, not this one. Going to California was always their dream, but it was supposed to be all three of them. Kia was supposed to be a genius doctor to the stars, and she and Iz would just be beach bums. But that was the old plan, now they had to go it alone. She was glad to be finally moving out of Taylor's house, she knew what a burden she had been on her big sister and her growing family, but she was going to miss that security. Taylor and Izzy had been like her crutches since Kia died, and now she was hobbling away with just one crutch. Working for Roxy was a dream come true, she thought when they got to the west coast that maybe she could even talk someone into letting Izzy work with Billabong, she had already been planning how she'd scheme her way in, but it wasn't going to be the same without Kia.

Surfing all day, making money from it, but to spend on who? She would never have a family to spoil or provide for like Tay. Ben figured that she would be lucky if she didn't end up drinking it all away, a classic Sommer move. Her mother didn't really have a cent of her Quodpot money left now. It was only lucky that Sera had made Hunter invest some of it and hold onto it. Benji knew that generally speaking, her life was getting better now, she could rightfully move on. But it didn't feel right, especially in this bar, in this parking lot, it all felt like a big mistake. It was perverse to think she could get away from Kia and the memories here. Who was going to look after her without Tay around anyway? Who was going to cook and give her advice, and tell her to be strong? Izzy couldn't be her babysitter all the time for every little thing. It wasn't fair to him. It wasn't fair to Taylor either though, and so Ben knew she had to go. This was growing up, whether she fully embraced it or not, she was leaving the nest.

Pretty soon, Benji was pretty sure someone was going to come looking for her. It had been almost half an hour since she had ducked outside to take a call on her cell, checking in with the scout who had asked them to come to Cali in the first place, making sure things were still on track. It hadn't been a particularly long phone call, but Benji had been outside for a long time anyway, ignoring the slightly chilly air and just leaning back against her driver's side door, thinking. Her eyes were on her phone as she fiddled with it to kill time, not wanting to go inside again yet, bracing herself. She had told them she could do it, come back to this place even though so many bad things had happened here that night, but now she was shaking just remembering it. Being in the parking lot alone made her feel it and remember it like yesterday. She had an odd feeling of being watched, a chill up her spine, but she ignored it, still just playing with her phone and hunkering down against the side of the Jeep behind her. Ben didn't look up until a car a couple of spaces down started to pull out, and she looked up to make sure that it was no one she knew. This was her party, people would probably get bored and leave if she didn't get inside. Her eyes never found the car or the driver, however, because they were immediately drawn across from her when the headlights splashed across the parking lot and illuminated the cars across from her. And the familiar girl standing between them, watching Ben like an animal in a trap. It was clear just in her body language that the other hadn't wanted to be seen. Benji's legs almost fell from under her, she could feel blood draining from her face and her heart racing painfully her chest, but her hands and her grip went slack first, her phone dropping to the pavement with a smashing sound that didn't phase her. Her mouth was hanging open and she knew it, gaping like a fish.


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