Bad Kitty

Chapter# 3

A/N: Heyyoooo! so this update is late but I have a valid reason as to why. I have tuitions with school which kinda makes my schedule messy therefore I don't have time to write. From 28th October, I will be having exams for two freaking weeks so yeah, my next update might be a wee bit late. Still enjoy this chappie and give me your feedback. I love reading the comments and seeing the votes. U, READERS, ROCK! KEEP READING!

anywho, this chapter is dedicated to TURKEY OF WATTPAD! my awesome friend! xD

That's all for now folks! Happy reading! Enjoy!!

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Katherine PoV

I slowly shut the door as I enter the house after five hours. I can hear the Television sounds coming from the living room. I take off my jacket and enter the living room. Mom is sitting in front of it, her back to me; some kind of cooking show is on.

"Mom, what are you doing up?" I ask in a tired voice.

She suddenly sniffs and turns around. In the dim light of the television, I can see her eyes are red and her face is a mess.

Oh hell no! Not today.

"I was w-waiting for y-y-you darl-" She says, her voice cracking.

"You didn’t have to. Go to sleep, Mom." I say, coldly before turning around.

"NO!" She shouts and stands up. I turn around, my blood boiling with anger.

"Angela! Keep your voice down. Ian is sleeping." I say, venom dripping from my every word.

"I am s-s-sorry" She says, her voice barely a whisper. She looks down, frowning at the ground before looking up. Her bloodshot eyes makes contact with my hazel ones.

She's drunk, again. Argh.

I look behind her to see an empty bottle. I blow through my lips in frustration and rub my temples as I sense a headache coming on.

"Mom, Go to sleep." I say, calmly. She steps forward to touch me but I flinch back, my bruised back making contact with the wall and making me wince. A look of sadness and concern comes on Mom's face and she steps back.

"What did they do to you?" She asks, frowning at the ground again.

"Leave it, Mom." I replied, the coldness seeping into my voice again.

"It's not my fault he died, Kitty." She said, her voice soft and her eyes still downcast.

"Don’t. Just don't." I said, turning around. My eyes stinging a little.

Don't you dare cry.

I walk towards the stairs, leaving my mom standing in her spot, her eyes never looking up. I stop slightly.

"And you have no right to call me Kitty." I say, not looking back.

"Kit-" she starts.

"No right at all." I cut her off and rush upstairs, not waiting for her reply.

I gently open Ian's door and slip into his room without making any noise. I avoid stepping on his toys as I make my way to his bed. He is fast asleep; his mouth slightly open. He is wearing his favourite Spiderman pyjamas and has a Spiderman figurine clutched in his hand. I kiss him on the forehead and murmur a good night before slowly slipping out of his room and entering mine. I collapse on my bed, throwing my jacket on the back of my study table chair and taking off my boots.