Kimmy didn't understand the gripping fear she felt. It as almost crippling. She couldn't even move from the spot she stood in. Her face burned, her chest aches, and she trembled from head to toe. "You slapped me. You punched me. You're yelling at me. If that is love, then I've had it already, and I don't WANT IT AGAIN!" She raises her eyebrows at her. "I had that with Abby. Remember? I don't want, I don't need it from you or him. A prized Doll to a loving Master? He's so loving he STALKED me all this way? I said good-bye. I walked away. I wasn't running hiding," she lies. "I wasn't hiding," she further lies. "I was walking away. It's what you do when you no longer desire to be a part of something. This sick little family he has going on in that house, I don't wanna be a part of it anymore. I'm making a new life for myself here. I've even got a boyfriend," she yells continuing to lie. "Yeah. That's right, and we fuck better than anything you and or Atoshi EVER gave to me." It was clear these were two lovers fighting, and yet Ana couldn't see it. It was right there in front of her face, literally, but her fear kept just out of reach of it. "So I'll say it again, and not so nice this time, get the FUCK OUT OF MY APARTMENT!" She knew Kimmy wouldn't give up easily, no matter how much she yelled. It was time to go below the belt. "Unless of course you think the police would love to know the famed cat burglar is on the island."