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THE ENTIRE FIRST FLOOR OF THE ELIOT HOUSEHOLD had been a complete wreck. Similar to the state of Harry's interior, Campbell's living room and kitchen appeared as if it were home to a wrestling match, the furniture being the losing party. The entertainment couch and loveseats had been tossed with their legs midair while broken liquor bottles strayed upon the kitchenette tops.
When Lena snuck in through the side kitchen door upon her tiptoes, she was flabbergasted with the sight and moved on autopilot to clean up the mess. It was when she accidentally sliced the tip of her thumb with a shard of glass and ran her hand under the cool faucet that she decided it wasn't her place to clean up after Campbell. She knew it was her disappearance that lead to Campbell's blow up and havoc upon the interior design and for once, she didn't deserve to come home to chaos.
After wrapping up her finger with a paper towel and securing it with a rubber band around the base, she sat herself upon a barstool, placing her hands on the counter. If Campbell had drugged himself until he passed out, Lena knew it would be hours until he woke and while it would have been best to let him sleep so he'd hopefully wake up in a better mood, she decided to not prolong the inevitable.
Regardless if Campbell woke now or hours later, there would still be wreckage between the two.
All the girl wanted to do was get the confrontation over with and go on with her day.
Filling up her cheeks with air, Lenna blew up a puff then reached for the stereo remote, fiddling with the buttons until the radio began flashing light blue signaling it was on. Rubbing her lips together in thought, she hummed to herself as she scrolled through the attached ipod with the remote before grinning as she clicked on a metal song.
Before pressing play, she tapped the plus sign on the volume join until it reached its maximum then tapped play. Placing the remote atop of the table, Lena leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest, counting the seconds as the music blasted through the house.
She could feel the vibrations translate to the ground and up the chair legs, ticking her body to the beat of the music. It surprised her how good her hearing was. While she was certain she had woken the neighbors down the road, the music so loud she could barely decipher her own thoughts, she still could make out the stomping of Campbell's feet descending the staircase.
The music paused, silencing the rattles of appliances against the base of the speakers, and in a flash Campbell stood in the aisleway between the kitchen and entertainment room, holding the ipod.
