The Pain Of Their Presence - Sequel to Sound of Their Presence

Chapter Twenty Seven: Pep Talk

Cheyenne's POV

    "Do you really think that I should stay with Lysander?"

    "If he makes you happy," Tina chides. I can't beleive how supportive she is of my situation. Or the fact that she is actually giving me relationship advice . . . .

    "He does, but at the same time, I feel really guilty and cruel about Shane . . . And I kind of miss him . . ."

    "Aww, don't worry. Only time can tell, but it will all get sorted out, sure enough," the young girll comforts me. It is amazing how much she has grown over the time I travelled the world.

    "Do you know about what happened to most of your family?" I ask. If Tina doesn't know that I assassinated most of her relatives, then I need to tell her.

    "Lilith said you killed most of them. Is it true?" There is a slight quiver to the younger girl's lip.

    "Yes. I-"

    "Good," is all she says.

    "Tina!"

    "What?" Does she honestly not see what could possibly be wrong with that?

    "They were your family!"

    "They were all criminals, besides Shane. I come from a family of murderers and theives. They were all *ssholes, anyways," she states like it is the most obvious thing on the planet. Very well then. At least she is not holding a grudge, although I don't know if this behavior is exactly healthy . . .

    "Do you want to listen to the radio?" I offer, to change the topic from dismal romances and family assassinations.

    "I really want to read that one book of yours."

    "Oh, okay, which one?"

    "City of Bones!"

    I turn to grab it from the stand next to the couch in my hotel room's living room. "Take good care-"

    Before I can finish my sentence, Tina has buried her nose into the book, absorbing the details of the fantasy filled, supernatural based  series of the Mortal INstruments, by Cssandra Clare. Girl has good taste!

    I myself turn up my Ipod and sing along to Foster the People's Pumped Up Kicks.

    "Robert's got a quick hand.

He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.

He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid.

Yeah, he found a six shooter gun in his dad's closet hidden with a box of fun things.

And I don't even know what but he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.

Dad – he works a long day.

He'll be coming home late, he's coming home late.

And he's bringing me a dark surprise.

'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.

I've waited for a long time.

Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger.

I reason with my cigarette

And say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah."

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.

Ru-ru-run, run, run, run

Ru-ru-run, run, run, run

Ru-ru-run, run, run, run

Ru-ru-run, run, run, run

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet."