NOTE: Rough Edit
She walked three more blocks North and entered a small park with a playground. Though she wouldn’t call it much of a playground since it only consisted of one yellow, plastic tube slide, and a swing. Kat crawled into the slide and curled up inside, propping herself into the first curve. Ten or so minutes later, and she could hear footsteps approaching.
“Are you in here?” Matthias’s voice echoed into the slide.
“Yeah,” She said.
The slide rocked slightly as he climbed the stairs to the top entrance. “I’m coming down.”
With a lot of clunks and thuds, Matt was some how able to manage a slow enough speed so that he didn’t plow into her on his way down. He only tripped slightly, his arm briefly going over her body as he braced himself to stop. Then he secured herself and settled on simply holding her hand in his own.
“They didn’t hurt you did they?” He asked.
“No, I got out of the house before they could think about it. I’ve learned to bail once the yelling starts.” She gave him a weak smile.
“They won’t when you come back?”
“No, I’m sure they’ll move on with their lives before then. If anything, they’ll be mad I bothered to come back to begin with. I wouldn’t if I had another place to go.”
“Someday you will.” He nudged her playfully and almost popped her out of position.
“Someday isn’t soon enough.”
His hand squeezed hers, and she felt nothing but safe. “I bet you the Elite will come asking for you to join them any day now.”
“I hope so. Tell me about them again?” She’d heard rumors about them, but Matt seemed to have some kind of inside source. He could have been lying to her to make her feel better though. She doubted it, simply because it wasn’t necessary for him to do. Either way, it was fun for her to dream.
“About the Elite?”
“They’re called the Elite because they are the most beautiful and powerful women in all of Inero. Chosen at a young age, they go on to marry important men, have great influence on the city, and are some of the most admired creatures on the planet. An Elite never has to worry about being safe or about having enough. She is perfection.”
“You think I’m perfect?” She asked.
“I know you are.”
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