Pentatonix and the Recovery

Kailyn's POV {Part 2}

I jolted awake, breathing heavily then I realized that I had heard a thud outside my room. Fear rose inside me, and I hoped that the noise wasn't a gunshot. The bed was cold, which told me that Jessica must have had to do something. There was a note from my sister which read:

Dear Kailyn, Samantha told me to come to her house ASAP so that is where I am. Kirstin told me that Scott and Mitch are at a doctor appointment for Scott. I will be home as soon as I can and I am sure that Jacob is going to try to come by today. Love you!

With Sisterly Love,

Jessica Peterson

I smiled to myself then I remembered the noise that had woken me. Or was it that nightmare? Shaking my head, I cautiously crept to the door and quietly opened it. When I peered into the hallway, I didn't see anything at first; however, when I looked the other direction, I saw Kirstin struggling underneath this guy that almost looked like the guy in my nightmare. He was slapping her then I noticed that he was also punching her. It took every ounce of self control that I had in my body not to dash forward and plow down that guy, who kept beating Kirstin. I crept closer, sticking close to the wall and ended up in a corner, which was shadowed. This is where I hid before, when I was watching Scott and Kirstin have a conversation back in January. I reminded myself as I winced when he punched her in the stomach. Her face portrayed her pain and I wanted to help her, but I didn't know how. My phone was literally in the kitchen and if I moved from my spot, I would get seen. That could either get myself and/or Kirstin killed and I don't want that to happen, especially Kirstin. Her brown eyes could hardly stay open as he continued to beat her. Then the man started to kick her back, eventually moving to her stomach. I gasped in horror before I whimpered. My hands flew to my mouth as I watched the man beat and kick Kirstin harder. Please, just leave her alone! I pleaded silently, only to be ignored. I watched in pure terror as Kirstin attempted to wiggle herself free, but the person was much stronger than her. He turned her onto her back and pinned her, placing his hands on her chest and pressing down, which made her whimper. He slapped her hard, and then she seemed to become terrified. Did she know him? She opened her mouth and I caught what she shakily said. Her normally sweet voice was thick with pain. And I could easily see that her brown eyes were glazed with terrible pain. How is she alive? From what I could see, she should be dead right now.

Kirstin: M-Mark, what a-a-ar-are y-yo-you doing he-here?

Mark: Finding you.

He smirked and that made me even angrier. I wanted to attack, but I kept myself cowering in the corner. Kirstin would be mad at me if I got myself killed trying to save her. Kirstin turned her head in my direction, which only made my body tremble even more and tears were streaming down my face from my brown eyes. Sympathy flashed through my friend's pain-glazed eyes. She opened her mouth and it seemed that she simply mouthed: "I love you, baby."

No, please no. You can't die. Kirstin then had a look pass over her face as if she had thought of an idea. Kirstin. Don't kill yourself. I watched as her brown eyes turned from glazed with pain to determination. Where is she going to get the strength? She must have found some type of new strength because she lifted her right leg and with the force of the Little Pigeon River thrust her knee upward, dislodging Mark. It allowed her to slide herself free. That smile showed itself as she stumbled to her feet and staggered over to me. I flung myself into her outstretched arms. She had blood running down her face and arm. I gripped her shirt as I buried my tear-stained face in her neck. I felt her arms around me, and her voice was calm and gentle.

Kirstin: Shhhhh. It's okay, baby. I'm right here.

Kirstin's gentle hand rubbed my back carefully as if she was worried about hurting me. I didn't care about any pain that I was having because I was terrified. I was about to watch Kirstin be killed right in front of me and this wasn't a nightmare that ends when I open my eyes in the morning. I held my breath and listened when I heard a noise that sounded like someone was breathing heavily. At first I thought it was Kirstin, but then I realized with dread that it was Mark. He had recovered. I'm sorry, Kirstin. I lifted my head from her neck and what my brown eyes saw was Mark standing by the wall with a knife. Oh no. I hadn't realized that I was still holding my breath and now fear was making it hard to breathe; therefore, I had to gasp out a warning to my friend, who was cradling me.