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Her apartment is a disaster.
It's even worse than it had been the night she'd found Les here and as April picks her way through shattered glass and broken furniture, she realizes they'd probably spent the rest of the night searching through her things, hoping to find something they could sell in order to get their money. It makes her furious, even though she hadn't been particularly attached to any of the things they'd destroyed. Her entire life is in the bag she currently has over one shoulder, but these were still her things. They didn't belong to her mother, she hasn't even seen her mother in twenty-five years and yet she's somehow still fucking up April's life.
"Jesus," she murmurs when she walks into the bedroom and sees the state of it. Her bed has been destroyed, the mattress shredded, her pillows torn apart. She can understand looking for money there, but what she doesn't understand is the way they've completely ruined her wardrobe as well. It doesn't matter, they're only clothes, but they've been ripped to shreds. A lot of anger went into this and she knows for certain at the sight of it that this has never been about the money. Not entirely.
Even if she paid them off -- which she won't, mostly because she's too stubborn -- it wouldn't matter. These men want to hurt her mother and since her mother is dead, they'll settle for hurting her.
She's relieved she isn't here alone and though she still feels like she's treading on ground laced with landmines when it comes to Les and Corrine, she reaches for his hand anyway. She threads her fingers with his and turns to look at him and Lara. Since Les had asked Lara to help, April has felt strangely safe. She doesn't know what to make of that either, but she is glad they're both here.
"We have about ten minutes before they're supposed to meet us," she says, gently kicking aside a shredded pair of jeans with the toe of her boot. "I thought it might be enough to just have you send them away, but..." She looks at Lara. "They're dangerous. Do whatever you have to."
Because she won't put Les in danger again. She can run if it becomes necessary, but she won't let him get hurt.
It's even worse than it had been the night she'd found Les here and as April picks her way through shattered glass and broken furniture, she realizes they'd probably spent the rest of the night searching through her things, hoping to find something they could sell in order to get their money. It makes her furious, even though she hadn't been particularly attached to any of the things they'd destroyed. Her entire life is in the bag she currently has over one shoulder, but these were still her things. They didn't belong to her mother, she hasn't even seen her mother in twenty-five years and yet she's somehow still fucking up April's life.
"Jesus," she murmurs when she walks into the bedroom and sees the state of it. Her bed has been destroyed, the mattress shredded, her pillows torn apart. She can understand looking for money there, but what she doesn't understand is the way they've completely ruined her wardrobe as well. It doesn't matter, they're only clothes, but they've been ripped to shreds. A lot of anger went into this and she knows for certain at the sight of it that this has never been about the money. Not entirely.
Even if she paid them off -- which she won't, mostly because she's too stubborn -- it wouldn't matter. These men want to hurt her mother and since her mother is dead, they'll settle for hurting her.
She's relieved she isn't here alone and though she still feels like she's treading on ground laced with landmines when it comes to Les and Corrine, she reaches for his hand anyway. She threads her fingers with his and turns to look at him and Lara. Since Les had asked Lara to help, April has felt strangely safe. She doesn't know what to make of that either, but she is glad they're both here.
"We have about ten minutes before they're supposed to meet us," she says, gently kicking aside a shredded pair of jeans with the toe of her boot. "I thought it might be enough to just have you send them away, but..." She looks at Lara. "They're dangerous. Do whatever you have to."
Because she won't put Les in danger again. She can run if it becomes necessary, but she won't let him get hurt.
Re: TW: violence, threats, general arseholish behaviour.
When Lara sees the two are held, she begins to use her true power over the leader. Wade. Les expects to see Wade surrender to Lara, and that's exactly what happens. He crumbles at her feet, looking miserably between Les and April. Maybe wanting to hurt them or beg for mercy. Les just watches the scene with a smirk until Lara gestures at him, and he just shrugs, knowing he probably wouldn't kill the guy, but he would definitely manage to have some fun with him were Lara to turn him over. And in the end, Lara seems to be on the same page. They don't have to "deal" with this Wade fellow, sending him back to wherever he came from to answer to his leader for trespassing in Lara's territory, would be far worse.
He releases the spell on the dude he's holding. His face had turned docile the moment he saw Lara transform, and he saw that she is the matriarch in this town. All that's left is answers, and even Les wants them. "I'd answer truthfully too. You saw what she did to him," Les says, nodding his head at the guy April had tased. He was still immobile and face-down on the floor.
Re: TW: violence, threats, general arseholish behaviour.
She couldn't have done this on her own.
When Lara and Les recommend he answer April's questions honestly, she suddenly realizes she doesn't want to know. She's never had a family and regardless of why they're here, that isn't going to change. Her mother is dead, her father is god only knows where. She has two half-siblings here and a sister somewhere in Canada, but she doesn't want them. She doesn't want any of them and she doesn't want to get tangled up in her mother's mess.
"I don't want to know," she admits, glancing at Lara briefly before she looks back at Wade. There's nothing about him that's familiar, nothing she knows or recognizes, but she knows the same could have been said about her mother before she died. "The woman who owed you money gave birth to me, but that's it. I have nothing to do with her and I don't want to know. I want you to go and I want to forget you exist and if I ever see you again..." She'll kill him. He might be powerful, but she has anger on her side and she's furious now.
"Don't come looking for money from me again," she says. "The woman who owed you had nothing to do with me."
Re: TW: violence, threats, general arseholish behaviour.
Wade scrambled to his feet and he and the still standing heavy, grabbed their unconscious colleague and dragged him towards the front door.
Lara heard the bang of the door and the hissed curses as they manhandled their heavy load into the back of whatever vehicle they had used and then sped off. She turned to the others and grinned.
"That went well, I thought."