"What are you doing here?" I ask, feeling annoyed.
He smirks and says, "I know your secret."
"What secret?" I ask innocently.
"You're Killer Kat. I mean, a dead giveaway, Kathy." He says.
"Shit," I mutter, trying to escape this conversation.
"Wha...
The world did not end in a bang, or a whisper, but rather, one scream at a time.
Kathy's POV
I punch my opponent square in the jaw. He stumbles back but quickly reacts with a kick to my gut. I fake a punch to his left but kick his side. Surprised, he loses concentration, and I knock him out with a powerful punch to the face.
My opponent falls to the ground and loses consciousness. The bell rings, signaling that the fight is over. I quickly grab the cash I won and hide it underneath my clothes. Then I get on my motorcycle and start to drive back to hell. Do you mean school? No, my temporary living arrangement.
I park my motorcycle and quietly unlock the door. I step into the house and hope he's asleep or dead from alcohol poisoning. I prefer the latter.
Before I could escape to my room, Samuel shoved me against the wall. He punches my gut, and I shout to my dad, "Samuel, stop!"
I collapse onto the floor, exhaustion hitting me from the fight. "You are such an ungrateful bitch." He slurs, kicking my stomach multiple times.
I pull myself up and use all my energy to punch his face. He stumbles back and falls onto the couch.
He stares at me for a few seconds and pulls out a gun. I hold in a gasp and keep my face blank. "This is how you treat me? After everything I've done for you?" He garbles.
"I've given you food, a roof over your head, clothes, all the necessities a person needs." He mumbles, placing a silencer on the gun. Like a parent should...
Putting on a brave face, I say, "You're right. You have provided for me. I'm sorry." I try to calm my racing heart and hobble toward the stairs.
He chugs the rest of his beer and opens another one. Then I hear him coughing up whatever he's eaten until he passes out. But I had already shut the door to my room to protect myself.
I grab my first aid kit and drag myself to my bathroom. At least this time, I don't have any broken ribs. I look in the mirror and find a few bruises on my arms and scratches near my neck. Nothing makeup can't hide.
I have a slight cut on my lip and grab a cotton ball to stop the bleeding. Then I examine my wrist more closely. Good thing he didn't use any beer bottles to hurt me like last time. I'm so close to being able to escape.
I just need a little more money, and I can finally move into my own apartment. I'll also be turning 18 and won't need a guardian, even though Samuel stopped acting like a dad a long time ago.
I sigh and start undressing to take a shower. My life would be so much simpler if Samuel were stupid. I could just turn him in to the cops and be free.
But I can't contact the police since Samuel has people on the inside. He can easily get away with anything. He also has connections to a few gangs. The justice system isn't as perfect as people think.
That's why I don't fight back. If I fight back, he could easily kill me. He might not know how to get rid of a body, but he knows people who can do it for him.
I depend on him for shelter because I don't have anywhere else to go. Running away isn't always the best option. But at least when I'm 18, I can run away and support myself. I won't let that motherfucker kill me.
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I wake up to my annoying alarm blaring in my ears. I turn it off and reluctantly roll out of bed. Then I crawl to my bathroom and get ready for school. I turn on the light and hiss like a vampire. THE LIGHT! THE LIGHT! IT BURNS!
When I finally get used to the light, I take off my clothes and hop into the shower. Then I change into an outfit that won't draw attention.
Outfit:
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I take a short walk to school and open the door to the entrance. I get to my locker with my head down and shove my way through the halls. If you're going to stand in a group, at least make a path people can pass through! Fucking assholes these days.
Some guy was walking in my direction with his friends, but I had no more room to scoot over. He'll probably move so he doesn't bump into you. Good, cause he has way more space.
We're about to walk past each other when he squishes me against the lockers. Are you fucking kidding me?! He doesn't even notice and continues walking.
"Fucking asshole," I mumble at him. He turns around and looks straight into my eyes. What happened to not drawing attention? I forgot!
I immediately turn around and try fast walking away. Maybe he lost me in the crowd! Or he doesn't even know who said that and gives up!
I was sowrong.
I get shoved against a locker by the guy who bumped into me. He grabs me by my wrist, and I wince because of the bruise. Ok, now make it look like you're scared of him.
"W-what are y-you doing?" I stutter.
"Apologize." He demanded. Who does this asshole think he is? The king of the school?
"No way," I answer, glaring at him. Aren't there usually teachers who stop this kind of stuff?
He scoffs and threatens, "I'll make your life a living hell." He says, letting go of my wrist and walking away.
Bitch, please... What are you going to do, "bully" me? My life is already hell. I can easily knock him out with one punch. He'll probably forget all about this and move on with his pathetic life.
About that... What? Next chapter! What? I roll my eyes at my thoughts and finally reach my locker.
