Different Worlds

7.

Kat's P.O.V
We had finally made it to, what was now, my old apartment building. Mason parked directly in front of the door.

"Are you ready?" He said. I hadn't even realized he was talking until it touched me lightly on my shoulder. I flinched at this, which made him flinch. I nodded my head and unbuckled my seat-belt. I was opening the car door, about to hop out when I felt his hand rest on top of mine. I looked down at our hands touching each other. As I looked back up, he slid is hand away from mine, looking down.

"Um, I can go in with you if you want. If you need some help getting your stuff." He said. He talked so low he mine as well have been whispering.

"No thanks, I'm just gonna be in and out. It'll be really quick." I managed to show a small smile, as I got out of the car. I pulled out the keys in my pocket as I walked up to the door. It took me a minute to get the door open, but after an excruciating shove against the door it opened. My mother was sitting down at the kitchen table, a cigarette gently pressed against her lips. Across from her was a very buff man with a hooker tattoo on his bicep. He had long brown hair and a scruffy beard. A huge cigar was inside of his mouth until he took it out and turned to me.

"What do you think your doing here, girl?" He said, his voice booming at me. I looked at my mother who had a grin laid onto her face as she blew smoke from her mouth.

"I'm sorry, who the hell are you?" I replied. I was still keeping my temper under control, which on the inside I was insanely proud of.

"I'm the guy who's been taking care of this pretty lady, and the bills. So, why the fuck are you here, cause my understand this ain't your home anymore!" He barked. He started to walk towards me, his hands balling into fist. I could smell the weed on his breath he was so close. I could see the smirk on my mothers face from behind him.

"Well I just came here to get my stuff. I'll be gone in 5 minutes." I said. I left just a hint of an attitude behind my voice. I put one foot forward and was starting to walk down the hallway when I felt a heavy hand grab my arm roughly.

"I don't think so. You don't live here anymore which means that you need to get the fuck out!" he yelled. He still had his fist attached to my arm. I pulled my arm away from him and started walking down the hall. Just as I was at my room door, Vicki jumped in front of me.
"Are you deaf bitch!? He said get out of here. You don't live here anymore, you ain't nothing but a pathetic piece of shit. Do you really think your dumb ass is gonna go to Berkeley!?" She screamed, a huge grin plastered across her face.

She said Berkeley like she was trying to pronounce the word broccoli. I shoved past her and made my way into my room. She scurried in behind me, walked over to my desk, and started trash everything as I was packing clothes into a bag.

"You think your special!? Your nothing! You ain't gonna be somebody. You get end up just as you supposed to, a trailer trash whore!" She screamed.
She grabbed my Berkeley flag off the wall, and tore it in half!
After that I just snapped. I dropped the bag of clothes in my hand and I lunged at her, fist swinging. I grabbed her by her head and started smacking her, screaming in the process. The man came into the room and grabbed me from behind, trying to pull me off of her. He pulled so hard I fell, my left leg hitting the big lamp in the corner of the room. The whole thing came crashing down, and the light went out. He stood over me, his hand in the air. With the ugliest look I ever saw on someone's face, he connected his hand to the side of my face.

Mason's P.O.V
I sat in the car waiting for what felt like forever. I watched the window next to the door to see if she was on her way out. I stared at the lamp shining through the window. For 5 minutes I stared at it's glow, until it went out. I got nervous so I got out of the car and slowly walked up to the door. I could hear Kat screaming in agony. I wanted to help her so fast I could feel my temper boiling over. I started to force the door open and then I stopped. I decided instead to walk around to the back of the building. Her window was already open and I could see the destruction that was going on. There was a giant man hitting her, over and over again across the face while her mother helped him, laughing. Her bag was sitting right under the window so of course my stupid first instinct was to grab it and take it back to the car. As I was grabbing the bag I saw her Berkeley flag laying on the floor in pieces. I reached as quietly as I could into the room and grabbed the flag pieces. I crept back around the house and threw her stuff into the back seat of the car. Then I walked up to the front door and busted through. Before I could even come to her rescue, a huge man the size of a boulder was running towards me. It happened so fast I didn't even realize his fist was repeatedly slamming into my face. I could see her screaming a tear through her lip and a bruise the size of Texas on her face. A woman was holding her against the wall with both hands as she screamed at me. It was like she had brought me back to life. As the man turned around to yell at them I swiftly got up and hit him with as much power as my body would allow. Slowly he fell down. I could see him holding his nose, trying to stop the blood.
Before he could even think to retaliate, I ran and shoved the woman out of the way. Kat grabbed my hand tightly and dragged me out through the door. She pulled me to the car. She unlocked the passenger side door as hopped into the drivers seat. I got in and slammed the door. The second I was in she put on her seatbelt and sped off just as the man and woman were running out.