Bad Kitty

Chapter# 14

A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter. I know it's a bit late than you guys wanted but I hope it's good enough for now. I want to proceed with this in the best way so I am trying to make sure it isn't too slow nor too fast and I hope I am succeeding in that. Please let me know your thoughts regarding this chapter. It really means a lot that so many of you wait for this excitedly. Your comments make my day and motivate me greatly. 

Dedication to @NinjaFish99

ENJOY! (I am sorry for any typos, didn't get the time to properly proofread)

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Katherine.

To say it was awkward after I stop crying is an understatement. I sniff a bit, Archer's arms still wrapped around me. He isn't saying anything and from the fact that his chin is resting on my head, I kind of figure that he is lost in thoughts. I am unsure about whether to pull away or not, my cheek crushed against his shirt which is now wet from my tears. A wave of embarrassment floods through me and I can feel my cheeks grow hot as I clear my throat and proceed to pull away. I don't look at him when I turn around and walk towards the kitchen. My throat feels parched and my skin crusty with the dried tears now. Archer follows me, his eyes on the floor. I gulp down the water, feeling the awkwardness grow with every sip I take but neither of us says anything. The urge to laugh suddenly bubbles up inside me.

Because the best thing to do with your mother kidnapped and a nerd standing in front of you is to laugh. Not hysterical at all. Perfectly normal.

The reminder of my mother makes me forget everything else. I am not even sure what happened, I hadn't bothered asking Keith. With my brain finally out of its trance, I quickly run upstairs to grab my mobile. I hear Archer call out my name behind me but I wave him off, dialing the latest unknown number in my call logs. Keith picks up on the second ring, his voice seeming relieved as he starts cussing me.

"Are you fucking okay? I am just a few miles away from your house. You gave me a fucking heartattack. I thought you are gonna come and raise hell and then your father would burn me alive in the afterlife for not keeping my promise to him for looking after his family. Fuck Katherine, why would you do that? You are still at home, right? Because-"

"What happened? Why did he take her? I gave him the money I got this week." I cut him off, feeling too impatient to hear his questions and scolding regarding me. I hear him exhale deeply before hanging up. Feeling the annoyance build up, I throw the phone on the bed and punch the bed headboard without thinking twice.

"Holy fuck, ouch ouch ouch!" the pain radiates up my arm and I cup my fist with my other hand, squeezing my eyes shut to keep the tears from welling up again.

"You fucking genius, who the hell punches a headboard with such intensity?" I hear a concern voice mutter behind me before a hand on my shoulder turns me to meet the furrowed eyebrows of Archer. He takes my fist gently and run his thumb over the red knuckles, his glasses sliding down his nose. He nudges me to follow him with my fist still cupped in his hand and I do so without any resistance.

He's like a really cute nurse to have around.

Not an appropriate time to be thinking this.

Walking down the stairs, with him in front of me, I look down. Feeling a bit ashamed of being so weak, feeling stupid for appearing fragile. Crying isn't going to solve anything, I need to go to that absolute shit Sinclair and get mom back. The bell ringing makes me rush towards the door but Archer grabs my wrist, giving me a glare.

"I don't think broken teeth will help your case." He growls. He opens the door when we reach down safely, stopping Keith from ringing the bell a second time. Both males survey each other as I stand behind Archer, my wrist still clutched in his hand.

Why are you being quiet? And since when the fuck did you start following a geek's orders?

Since he started growling quite sexily at us.

Or maybe because what he said made sense.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Keith rumbles out, barging inside. His eyes quickly zero in on our hands, missing the redness of my knuckles and only noticing the interlocked hands. His eyes widen and he looks up at me with shock. "Katherine, did you get a boyfriend? And this kid as one too?"

I don't know whether this is more insulting for me or him. I'll go with both.

"Doesn't matter, Keith, Jeez. You didn't even fucking answer my question on the phone." I burst out, waving my good hand at him and throwing him the bird whilst at it.

Five minutes later, we are seated in the kitchen again, Archer pressing a bag of frozen peas on my knuckles with Keith sitting behind us and staring at us incredulously. I feel heat travel up my neck and snatch my hand away from him, grabbing the peas without looking at him and pressing the coolness of it to the purplish red knuckles.

"Now spit it out."

"Angela went to him this morning, herself." He starts, his light blue eyes roaming my face for emotions but I make sure to keep my turmoil to myself. I can feel my hands start to shake slightly and another pair of eyes noticing the shaking but I pay no regard to it, focusing instead on Keith's following words. "She wanted him to decrease the debt, she said she was willing to help in any way. And he didn't react well to that..."

"well of course, the fucktard didn't! what the hell was she thinking? What did he do?" my heart hammers in my chest, panic and fear rising. I am surprised my voice didn't shake. Keith's eyes lower so that he isn't looking at me anymore. He cusses and rubs his face, letting his hand cover his mouth and beard as he looks anywhere but me. "I tried to tell him to let her go, that she was just an old insane women but he made the others take him to his room. That's all I know."

My whole body is shaking now. I lower my head into my hands, feeling like I am on fire. My eyes burn, my heart hurts and there is a lump stuck in my throat. That's when the unfairness of the situation hits me. I stand up, feeling all the emotions morph into anger. First it was dad, then tyler. Not another person, no.

"I'm going to stab him in the fucking neck." I growl out, hearing both the guys stumble after me.

"Katherine, you can't!" Keith yells out, grabbing my arm but I yank it away.

"To hell, I can't. I am going to chop off his bloody balls and feed them to him!"

"Katheri-"

"You can't stop me, Keith, not this time. He is going to get what he fucking deserves and I am going to be the one to deliver it to him on a fucking silver platter."

A pair of hands suddenly whirls me around and I am ready to punch Archer's headlights out but I stop midway as he says the one word that deflates all my murderous tendencies and brings me back to earth.

"Katherine. Think about Ian."