Chapter 2

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***Catholine's POV***

I woke up to the sound of shouting and banging noises. I got up, feeling pretty cranky 'cause they woke me up with their arguing- yet again, and looked at the time. 'Bloody hell...' I mumbled to myself, 'It's fucking 4 AM!' I decided to go downstairs and shut them up. I slid into my Hello Kitty slippers and headed downstairs.

I ran down the stairs and went into the kitchen to get a drink. I was pretty tired, so I nearly fell over when I quickly stopped myself from stepping on broken glass. I stared at the kitchen. There were smashed plates everywhere and a broken wine bottle, surrounded by a pool of white wine. I was surprised that it wasn't the breaking glass that woke me up. I could still hear Mom and Dad arguing. I sighed and left the Kitchen, heading for the livingroom. I stopped at the door frame, where I saw even more broken glass, but this time it was from a table lamp. I quickly looked up at the livingroom. Dad was lying on the floor in clear agony, saying between breaths, 'I didn't cheat... I swear I wouldn't... That girl was...' He stopped talking for a moment as his body clenched in pain. 'She was a friend, she only kissed me on the cheek...We were friends since high school...She's married with three kids...' I had to hold back my scream when Mum stomped on his ribs. I heard a cracking noise. I felt like I was going to throw up. I ran silently upstairs, hoping this was just a crazy dream, but I knew it wasn't. Things have never been the same since the accident, Dad was always blamed, and now Mum was making him pay. I quickly got in bed and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it would make sleep come quicker.

***Christopher's POV***

 I was stood by my locker, pretending to listen while a girl went on about how great it would be if I would go to her house party. Yeah yeah, they're all the same. You get there and get bombarded with cheap alcohol that makes your brain go numb, then you wake up in the morning in a pissed girl's bed. I wasn't in the mood for that now. I saw Cat and I grinned, I started walking towards her. As I was walking I looked behind me at the fake blonde I was talking to, gosh, if looks could kill... It made me laugh, realising I just walked away from her while she was in the middle of talking. I approached Cat, she was stood by her locker. She didn't see me. I slammed her locker door shut. 'Do you mind?!' She snapped, not looking.

'No, not really,' I said smugly. Realising it was me, she turned around,

 'Look, I'm sorry. I'm just a bit tired.' She mumbled.

 'Haha, why's that then?' I asked jokingly, with a wink.

 She laughed sarcastically, 'I wouldnt.' she said, frowning. I was going to come up with a sly comment, but she was already walking away from me. Gosh, am I really that bad? I shook my head, I'm not bad at all, I can get anyone! Like that fake blonde I was talking to... I walked to my first class.

***Catholine's POV***

I walked away from Chris, trying to hold back the tears. The scene from last night, or should I say this morning, kept playing back in my head. I didn't even bother to check the kitchen's state this morning, I didn't want to. I didn't notice I was crying until I heard lucy,

'What's wrong, Cat?' she said with that unfamiliar concerned tone.

'Oh, it's nothing, just a bit tired!' I said, quickly wiping away the tears. 

'Cat, you can't fool me, we've been friends since we first started high school, Tell me what's wrong!' 

'I can't!' I cried. I ran away to my next class.

***Lucy's POV***

I looked over at Cat,, who was sitting opposite me in the cafeteria. She's looked depressed all day, even in art, her favourite subject, she just completely blanked everyone out and used depressing colours like red and black. I really don't know what's wrong, but she's really worrying me, I wish she would tell me. 'Catholine,' I said quietly, saying her full first name to get her attention.