New Neighbors

9.3

Trigger warning, self-harm

(UK, hours after Megan had just called Kat, informing her about Marc's shooting & Tony's injury)

Kat was in tears.

Kat cried after she got off the phone with Megan, dropping to the carpet of her bedroom floor, the moon setting on her face, as her screams echoed inside the walls of her broken home, the pools shaking as her voice rang, sounding like a bomb had hit nearby, bouncing off of the large mansion of her home, clutching her phone in tears, her voice in synch agony, her screams loud to send off alarms, as her voice rang loud.

Footsteps were rubbing in as the walls shook with people coming in to comfort her. The maids rushed inside her room, hearing the blankets and water on standby after she cried loudly.

"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO *SOB SOB SOB*"

She sat on the edge of her bed, sobbing as she dropped her phone upon hearing the news. Her pale skin went even paler, as her eyes widened in fear, her green eyes went grey upon hearing what Lee did to Megan, causing Kat's body to shake, upon hearing the news, Kat booked a flight to Miami as soon as she could then called Jerry, who had confirmed everything, Kat threw her phone outside within the new Megan gave her over the phone, her head feeling dizzy upon hearing about Marc and Tony. She felt her heart break in two and she couldn't breathe. Overwhelmed with emotions, she couldn't bear the thought of losing her best friend. She took a deep breath and wiped away her tears.

"Miss Katherina, are you alright?"

The maid asks, holding her whilst handing her a bottle of water, tears, and wails are loud and sorrowful in Kat's voice, and three maids come into her room, as she felt her whole body feeling cold.

"GO AWAY!"

The room was filled with an atmosphere of heaviness as three more maids entered, their expressions reflecting concern and empathy. They approached Kat's bedside with soft footsteps, their presence a silent reassurance that she was not alone in her pain.

The air was thick with the weight of grief, the sound of Kat's sobs echoing off the walls. The maids exchanged glances, their eyes mirroring the anguish they felt for their beloved mistress. It was a moment where words seemed inadequate, and all they could offer was their unwavering support.

"Katherina, please my darling, please be calm, everything will be alright."

The maid, using her large arms, wrapped a towel around Katherina's small body, and she was the same woman who had handed Kat the bottle of water, then gently wiped away her tears, her touch as delicate as a whisper. Kat held the bottle to her dry lips, urging her to drink and find solace in the simple act of nourishment. It was a small gesture, but one that carried immense love and care.

"Leave me, I beg of you-"

"I can't, my dear, I can't do that., not while you're like this."

As the maids encircled Kat, their presence formed a protective shield around her, shielding her from the world's cruelty. They stood as pillars of strength, ready to offer whatever comfort and assistance she needed to navigate through the storm of her emotions.

"Take me out-"

She was then, in a quick moment, hushed by the sounds of women hugging her, cooing Kat, making her feel like her words didn't even matter right then and fucking there running in and out of her room, people checking in on Kat but the maid who put the towel around her, held her body tight, started screaming.