Post by Kate Steele on Jul 21, 2016 14:09:00 GMT -5
In this thread you can find old stories of kate steele which will help give insight on why she is the way she is today... enjoy. Some were co written with various handlers. So credit also goes to do. This is like a lock box but you might be interested in stuff.
MAKINGS OF A BITCH
Kate Steele Age 17 years old
Samara Steele 22 years old
About 8 years ago. The Steele Household, in Greenwich Village, NY. 8:34 pm.
Samara sat at a computer, chuckling to herself as she looked up her emails. A friend of her's sent a joke, it was cute...and mean as hell. So she decided to send it to everyone on her contact list, with a picture of that very same friend with marker all over their face and stripped mostly naked from a party not too long ago. The 22 year old College student was home for a bit, and her parents decided it would be a great idea to go away for the weekend and leave Samara to look after her ‘baby’ sister Kate...even if they had issues with getting along these days.
The room used to be Samara’s, until she went to College. Once it was neat and tidy, elegant, and simple...now it was covered in band stuff, music notes, and posters everywhere she looked. Sitting at Kate’s computer, wearing tight blue jeans and a low cut t-shirt (as always) Samara didn’t think twice before being here...after all it was her room first.
Sam clicked send and laughed again, sighing as she looked up at the various rock star posters strewn throughout Kate’s room. Sam didn’t want to pull out her laptop, so she went into her sister’s room while Kate was at band practice. She didn’t care that Kate and their Mother specifically said not to go into her room, or that while she was typing she knocked over her cup of coffee all over a black and white Telecaster guitar...signed by Joan Jett herself! To Samara it was just another cheap guitar with some old lady's scribbles on it. She picked up her cup and didn’t even bother try to clean up. The older Steele sibling turned off the computer and simply got up and left, leaving the cup there and not bothering to even close the door. To Samara this house was still her house, even if she hadn’t been there in over 4 months.
Casually Samara just sauntered down the hall, not hearing the sound of the front door being opened...and the steps coming up the stairs behind her.
Kate’s voice echoed throughout the house. She just had a wonderful evening playing with her high school band and couldn’t be any happier. Kate slowly ascended up the stares as she was dressed in all black but that didn’t even matter. She was in cheerful mood as she was listening to her I-Pod and singing one of her favorite songs. It was quite apparent she was in love must have been that emo boyfriend of hers Miles Black.
“I WANT YOU!!!!!!!!!! TO WANT ME!!!!!!!!!!!” She dances her way all the way to her room as Samara just walked away without a care in the world. Moments later that same voice that was screaming for joy was now screaming out of anger and frustration. “WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”. Footsteps were heard getting louder and louder. All the way to Sam’s room and the door swung open in a hard forceful matter. Kate stood there in tears holding her now ruined Joan Jett guitar.
“Did you...Did you ruin my guitar?!” Kate said almost sobbing by the ruining of one of her prized possessions.
Samara was laying on her bed reading some trashy novel, she barely even looked up at Kate as she replied. “I think you spilled Coffee on it or something. You should take better care of your crap.” she sighed. Samara was obviously lying, the coffee was still warm and she was JUST there! But Sam didn’t care at all, to her it was a piece of junk, and Kate could just buy another guitar anyway.
Kate’s eyes filled with more tears as she held her guitar. “But this meant a lot to me... This guitar was signed by Joan Jett herself... Do you have any idea how much this means to me?” She continued to cry some more but Samara just ignored her. Kate was getting fired up as she yells at her college sister. “WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU IN MY ROOM ANYWAY!!! MOM TOLD YOU TO STOP GOING THROUGH MY STUFF!!! AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!” Kate was angry as she placed her guitar on the ground just staring at her sister.
Samara didn’t like that tone, not one bit. She was the big sister, and Kate should learn her place. Slowly she sat up and put her book down with a look of annoyance. “First off Kath-Lyn it was MY room first. And second, Kath-Lyn, I didn’t go through anything I just sent a couple emails. And thirdly, KATH-LYN, I’ll do anything I fucking want...it’s just some stupid guitar, go buy a new one.” she purred, slowly standing up and staring down her baby sister.
Kate hated that wretched name that her parents gave her. Because everyone always butchered it especially with the hyphen in the middle of it. She knew her sister was blatantly lying. She took a glance at her ruined guitar before glancing back up into the eyes of her sister. A sister who was taller than her, bigger than her, and stronger. Kate didn’t care she needed to vent some frustrations out as she angrily swung a punch. “I hate you, you stupid bitch... Always ruining my life, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I FUCKING HATE YOU!”
Kate swung as hard as she could aiming right for Samara’s face! With ease Samara caught her smaller siblings fist with one hand. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You were gonna hit me, ME?!” spat Samara her free hand whipping hard and slamming into her sister’s jaw, hard enough to force her back. “I look after you, I buy you clothes...and you repay me like this?!” The punch did a lot more than shove Kate back. It sent her to the ground. Kate was beyond tears as her eyes were nothing but rapid flowing streams. She placed her hand against her lips and could feel blood dripping down. She was one emotional roller coaster she quickly got up trying to spear Samara..
“FUCK OFF!!!”
As Kate came at her Samara just grabbed the raging teen, grabbing her by her long dark hair and turning. Using Kate’s own momentum Samara spun her sister around by the hair and forced her to pretty much run right into the dresser, head-first! The girl was falling, but Sam never let go of her hair. “Fuck ME? ME??” shouted Samara, yanking her dizzy sister back up and ramming knee after knee, after knee into her gut before finally shoving Kate down onto the bed.
Kate had a pretty bad bloody nose and she sat on the bed. She was beyond pain and hurt as her older sister taught her the lesson to never mess with the older sibling. Kate couldn’t do anything but curl up into a ball as she hid her face from Samara trying to hide the scars that she just inflicted to her... Between sobs Kate could helplessly muttered back at her. “Just leave me alone.... I hate you...I can’t wait until mom and dad get back...” Kate used her own dark hair to try to soothe her bloody nose.
“And what, you gonna cry to them too? You got blood on my carpet, on MY bed!” shouted Samara, grabbing Kate again by the hair and yanking her off the bed, practically dragging her baby sister out of her room. “You did this, YOU swung at ME, remember?” spat Sam, pulling her sibling, who was sobbing and crying all the way down the hall to the bathroom.
Stopping Samara released Kate and sent a vicious stomp to her belly. “Mom and Dad will yell at you for fighting with me, for bleeding on the floor, for ruining the carpets. Me...they’ll just tell me to apologize....maybe if you say sorry now I’ll let you clean yourself up and you can go fuck right off.”
“Kate in pain and agony looks up at her sister. The blood still flowing from her nose as she gazes into her eyes. “I won’t say sorry....I didn’t do anything wrong...” Kate cried as she started to crawl backward as she found there was no where to go as the tub was now against her back. Before anything else could happen her cell phone began to rang... the tune of “Where is your boy tonight” by Fall Out Boy blasted and she knew it was her boyfriend. She slowly answers the phone... “Hey Miles....I can’t really talk.......What do you mean you are dumping me for someone el...” Before she could finish Samara snatched the phone away throwing it right into the toilet. Kate cried some more as Samara was ruining her night.
“I wasn’t finished.” she spat, slapping Kate hard across the face and forcing her to fall back into the tub. Turning on the water, only cold, Samara turned on the shower and began soaking her baby sister. “You went to hit me, THAT was wrong. You want to do that, to hurt me...your only Sister over a guitar...is that what you want?” she spat, glaring down at Kate, ready to continue this ‘lesson in etiquette.
Kate was getting drenched with cold water which added more humiliation to her. It didn’t matter because Kate was already drenched from her own tears. She had enough as she sat in the tub glancing back at her sister. “Ok Sam I am sorry ok.... This is all my fault... Now would you please just stop and leave me alone?” Kate sobbed even more as she just sat there letting the cold water hit her.
“I don’t think you mean it, you’re just saying that to not get another slap...fucking coward.” she hissed, turning on the spot and walking out of the bathroom making sure Kate saw her walk into her room...then walk back out with Kate’s guitar as she went into her Sister’s room. Once inside she went ballistic, starting by pushing over Kate’s dresser, causing it to shatter a lamp and parts break off over the floor. She stood on it and began tearing poster after poster. “This is what happens when you FUCK with me, Kath-Lyn!!” she screamed. Holding up the guitar and slamming it again and again into the floor until it was falling to pieces.
“NOW SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!” she roared.
Kate didn’t say anything... Her heart was shattered into pieces, it was far beyond the point of being mended. She sat in the hallway drenched. She curled up into a ball as she offered Samara nothing but silence as her sobs just continued to get louder. Mix in with a few sneezes. She was catching a cold from having her wet clothes on for far too long but it didn’t Samara already did the damage to her, and Kate just rocked back and forth.
Sam stood there, satisfied. Kate didn’t say it again, but she wasn’t going to mess with her either. In a blink of an eye Samara was her calm, casual, sexy self as she walked out from the room....just as the doorbell rang. “Now go clean yourself up and tidy up your room, I have a date.” She said softly, gently brushing Kate’s hair from her face, even as the girl flinched in fear.
“And when I get back we can play some PlayStation okay?” Samara’s tone almost mockingly loving, “Oh...and sorry that was me, I did spill coffee.” she apologized, though not a hint of actually remorse in her voice. “COMING!” she shouted, grabbing her jacket and happily skipping down the stairs.
Samara opened the door....to reveal Kate’s now ex-boyfriend Miles. “Be back in a few hours, sweetie. Be sure to clean up, ok.”
Kate just sat there not saying a word and it’s on this image that we fade out on.
MAKINGS OF A BITCH
Kate Steele Age 17 years old
Samara Steele 22 years old
About 8 years ago. The Steele Household, in Greenwich Village, NY. 8:34 pm.
Samara sat at a computer, chuckling to herself as she looked up her emails. A friend of her's sent a joke, it was cute...and mean as hell. So she decided to send it to everyone on her contact list, with a picture of that very same friend with marker all over their face and stripped mostly naked from a party not too long ago. The 22 year old College student was home for a bit, and her parents decided it would be a great idea to go away for the weekend and leave Samara to look after her ‘baby’ sister Kate...even if they had issues with getting along these days.
The room used to be Samara’s, until she went to College. Once it was neat and tidy, elegant, and simple...now it was covered in band stuff, music notes, and posters everywhere she looked. Sitting at Kate’s computer, wearing tight blue jeans and a low cut t-shirt (as always) Samara didn’t think twice before being here...after all it was her room first.
Sam clicked send and laughed again, sighing as she looked up at the various rock star posters strewn throughout Kate’s room. Sam didn’t want to pull out her laptop, so she went into her sister’s room while Kate was at band practice. She didn’t care that Kate and their Mother specifically said not to go into her room, or that while she was typing she knocked over her cup of coffee all over a black and white Telecaster guitar...signed by Joan Jett herself! To Samara it was just another cheap guitar with some old lady's scribbles on it. She picked up her cup and didn’t even bother try to clean up. The older Steele sibling turned off the computer and simply got up and left, leaving the cup there and not bothering to even close the door. To Samara this house was still her house, even if she hadn’t been there in over 4 months.
Casually Samara just sauntered down the hall, not hearing the sound of the front door being opened...and the steps coming up the stairs behind her.
Kate’s voice echoed throughout the house. She just had a wonderful evening playing with her high school band and couldn’t be any happier. Kate slowly ascended up the stares as she was dressed in all black but that didn’t even matter. She was in cheerful mood as she was listening to her I-Pod and singing one of her favorite songs. It was quite apparent she was in love must have been that emo boyfriend of hers Miles Black.
“I WANT YOU!!!!!!!!!! TO WANT ME!!!!!!!!!!!” She dances her way all the way to her room as Samara just walked away without a care in the world. Moments later that same voice that was screaming for joy was now screaming out of anger and frustration. “WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”. Footsteps were heard getting louder and louder. All the way to Sam’s room and the door swung open in a hard forceful matter. Kate stood there in tears holding her now ruined Joan Jett guitar.
“Did you...Did you ruin my guitar?!” Kate said almost sobbing by the ruining of one of her prized possessions.
Samara was laying on her bed reading some trashy novel, she barely even looked up at Kate as she replied. “I think you spilled Coffee on it or something. You should take better care of your crap.” she sighed. Samara was obviously lying, the coffee was still warm and she was JUST there! But Sam didn’t care at all, to her it was a piece of junk, and Kate could just buy another guitar anyway.
Kate’s eyes filled with more tears as she held her guitar. “But this meant a lot to me... This guitar was signed by Joan Jett herself... Do you have any idea how much this means to me?” She continued to cry some more but Samara just ignored her. Kate was getting fired up as she yells at her college sister. “WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU IN MY ROOM ANYWAY!!! MOM TOLD YOU TO STOP GOING THROUGH MY STUFF!!! AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!” Kate was angry as she placed her guitar on the ground just staring at her sister.
Samara didn’t like that tone, not one bit. She was the big sister, and Kate should learn her place. Slowly she sat up and put her book down with a look of annoyance. “First off Kath-Lyn it was MY room first. And second, Kath-Lyn, I didn’t go through anything I just sent a couple emails. And thirdly, KATH-LYN, I’ll do anything I fucking want...it’s just some stupid guitar, go buy a new one.” she purred, slowly standing up and staring down her baby sister.
Kate hated that wretched name that her parents gave her. Because everyone always butchered it especially with the hyphen in the middle of it. She knew her sister was blatantly lying. She took a glance at her ruined guitar before glancing back up into the eyes of her sister. A sister who was taller than her, bigger than her, and stronger. Kate didn’t care she needed to vent some frustrations out as she angrily swung a punch. “I hate you, you stupid bitch... Always ruining my life, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I FUCKING HATE YOU!”
Kate swung as hard as she could aiming right for Samara’s face! With ease Samara caught her smaller siblings fist with one hand. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You were gonna hit me, ME?!” spat Samara her free hand whipping hard and slamming into her sister’s jaw, hard enough to force her back. “I look after you, I buy you clothes...and you repay me like this?!” The punch did a lot more than shove Kate back. It sent her to the ground. Kate was beyond tears as her eyes were nothing but rapid flowing streams. She placed her hand against her lips and could feel blood dripping down. She was one emotional roller coaster she quickly got up trying to spear Samara..
“FUCK OFF!!!”
As Kate came at her Samara just grabbed the raging teen, grabbing her by her long dark hair and turning. Using Kate’s own momentum Samara spun her sister around by the hair and forced her to pretty much run right into the dresser, head-first! The girl was falling, but Sam never let go of her hair. “Fuck ME? ME??” shouted Samara, yanking her dizzy sister back up and ramming knee after knee, after knee into her gut before finally shoving Kate down onto the bed.
Kate had a pretty bad bloody nose and she sat on the bed. She was beyond pain and hurt as her older sister taught her the lesson to never mess with the older sibling. Kate couldn’t do anything but curl up into a ball as she hid her face from Samara trying to hide the scars that she just inflicted to her... Between sobs Kate could helplessly muttered back at her. “Just leave me alone.... I hate you...I can’t wait until mom and dad get back...” Kate used her own dark hair to try to soothe her bloody nose.
“And what, you gonna cry to them too? You got blood on my carpet, on MY bed!” shouted Samara, grabbing Kate again by the hair and yanking her off the bed, practically dragging her baby sister out of her room. “You did this, YOU swung at ME, remember?” spat Sam, pulling her sibling, who was sobbing and crying all the way down the hall to the bathroom.
Stopping Samara released Kate and sent a vicious stomp to her belly. “Mom and Dad will yell at you for fighting with me, for bleeding on the floor, for ruining the carpets. Me...they’ll just tell me to apologize....maybe if you say sorry now I’ll let you clean yourself up and you can go fuck right off.”
“Kate in pain and agony looks up at her sister. The blood still flowing from her nose as she gazes into her eyes. “I won’t say sorry....I didn’t do anything wrong...” Kate cried as she started to crawl backward as she found there was no where to go as the tub was now against her back. Before anything else could happen her cell phone began to rang... the tune of “Where is your boy tonight” by Fall Out Boy blasted and she knew it was her boyfriend. She slowly answers the phone... “Hey Miles....I can’t really talk.......What do you mean you are dumping me for someone el...” Before she could finish Samara snatched the phone away throwing it right into the toilet. Kate cried some more as Samara was ruining her night.
“I wasn’t finished.” she spat, slapping Kate hard across the face and forcing her to fall back into the tub. Turning on the water, only cold, Samara turned on the shower and began soaking her baby sister. “You went to hit me, THAT was wrong. You want to do that, to hurt me...your only Sister over a guitar...is that what you want?” she spat, glaring down at Kate, ready to continue this ‘lesson in etiquette.
Kate was getting drenched with cold water which added more humiliation to her. It didn’t matter because Kate was already drenched from her own tears. She had enough as she sat in the tub glancing back at her sister. “Ok Sam I am sorry ok.... This is all my fault... Now would you please just stop and leave me alone?” Kate sobbed even more as she just sat there letting the cold water hit her.
“I don’t think you mean it, you’re just saying that to not get another slap...fucking coward.” she hissed, turning on the spot and walking out of the bathroom making sure Kate saw her walk into her room...then walk back out with Kate’s guitar as she went into her Sister’s room. Once inside she went ballistic, starting by pushing over Kate’s dresser, causing it to shatter a lamp and parts break off over the floor. She stood on it and began tearing poster after poster. “This is what happens when you FUCK with me, Kath-Lyn!!” she screamed. Holding up the guitar and slamming it again and again into the floor until it was falling to pieces.
“NOW SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!” she roared.
Kate didn’t say anything... Her heart was shattered into pieces, it was far beyond the point of being mended. She sat in the hallway drenched. She curled up into a ball as she offered Samara nothing but silence as her sobs just continued to get louder. Mix in with a few sneezes. She was catching a cold from having her wet clothes on for far too long but it didn’t Samara already did the damage to her, and Kate just rocked back and forth.
Sam stood there, satisfied. Kate didn’t say it again, but she wasn’t going to mess with her either. In a blink of an eye Samara was her calm, casual, sexy self as she walked out from the room....just as the doorbell rang. “Now go clean yourself up and tidy up your room, I have a date.” She said softly, gently brushing Kate’s hair from her face, even as the girl flinched in fear.
“And when I get back we can play some PlayStation okay?” Samara’s tone almost mockingly loving, “Oh...and sorry that was me, I did spill coffee.” she apologized, though not a hint of actually remorse in her voice. “COMING!” she shouted, grabbing her jacket and happily skipping down the stairs.
Samara opened the door....to reveal Kate’s now ex-boyfriend Miles. “Be back in a few hours, sweetie. Be sure to clean up, ok.”
Kate just sat there not saying a word and it’s on this image that we fade out on.