𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 // 𝓚𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪 𝓐𝓴𝓪𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓧 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

{5} Karma's POV

🌕 Tuesday 🌕

(Y/N) showed up to school with her left wrist wrapped. I didn't ask about it because it seemed like she was trying to hide it. I'll ask once she seems more open about it.

After school I asked if she wanted to come over again, she said she had to go do stuff. Am I being creepy? I've known her for two days, why did I invite her over again? Maybe I'm just getting lonely. It's so quiet here. My parents travel a lot so I don't have anyone around.

I reach over and grab my phone off of the nightstand beside my bed.

9:53

I think I'll go for a walk. I throw on a jacket and walk out of my front door. Turning left on the sidewalk, I begin to wander down the road. Where am I going?

I find myself by an alleyway and hear something. It sounded like an animal. Whatever, it's probably just a stray cat or something. As I try to walk away I hear a small meow. It's so quiet, almost like a kitten. I walk into the alleyway to see a kitten with a chain around its neck. The chain is tied to a pipe on a wall and there are small rocks on the ground around the kitten.

Footsteps approach me from behind. I stand up and turn around to see three boys standing there. They're buff, dressed in dark clothes, and look a little older than me.

I grin and say. "High schoolers."

There's one standing slightly in front of the others. He has on a studded, black, leather jacket. His head was shaved and he had on warrior face paint that just looked like dirt. What an idiot.

"You looking to play?" He asks in a gravelly voice.

"Play? Okay, Gerald, no need to escalate the situation," I joke.

"Woah, the strawberry has jokes. Well Strawberry, I'm gonna knock your teeth out like seeds."

"If I'm a strawberry does that mean you think I'm sweet?" I reach over and grab the lid off of a trash can. "Because you might find I can be a little sour."

"Is that some cheap excuse for a thre-"

He was interrupted when I hit his face with the lid to the trash can. He grabbed his nose and stumbled backwards, yelling out in pain.

"Did you guys do this?" I point to the kitten.

"And what if we did?" One of them said.

I throw the lid at his face and he loses his balance. What a klutz. The other guy tries to charge me, I counter by punching him in the throat. That's such a useful move.

The first guy I knocked down starts to stand up, but I lift up my leg and kick him back down. Then I crouch over him. "Normally I'd tie you up like you did the cat and throw rocks at you like it was the medieval days and you were someone's cheating wife. But I get the feeling if a special someone found out she'd be more than a little upset with me. So I'll be taking the cat and leaving you to wonder what you're doing with your pathetic, pointless lives."

I walked over to the kitten and untied it. When I look closer I see blood. I want to kill these pricks so bad, but I want to surprise (Y/N) with this kitten and I know she'll see through my lies if I try to cover up what I did. So I'll just have to settle with chaining them up.

After the guys are chained up in extremely uncomfortable positions, I take a picture of them. They curse at me as I walk off, with the cat against my chest and my jacket covering it.

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When I finally get home I set the kitten down on the bathroom counter and check its wounds. The poor thing is filthy and covered in fleas. His fur is matted so bad it's hard to see where he's bleeding from.