Too Much Clickbait - Sequel to Clickbait

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Katie's P.O.V
I felt my head going numb from the deep thudding pounding behind my temple. I was curled up in the corner again, keeping my distance from Nathan's mother as she was on the bed, perched like a bird. Her eyes stayed on me and I was sure she had not blanked since Isabella left the room. I grimaced, switching positions as my knees began to lock up. Hs mother jumped back, landing on the floor on the other side of the bed. Her eyes peered over the side of the bed, looking even more owl like than before. I decided that nothing could be worse than the predicament I was in now so I decided to take my chances. "Miss Lepore?"
I watched as her head twitched to the side and I continued to speak, my side only becoming more excruciating to deal with. "Do you have a first-aid kit?"
"I have water." She said in a low voice. She slowly rose above the bed and to her feet, her face almost looking human.
"I'm going to get up and go to the bathroom, okay?" Miss Lepore shook her head, understanding what I said. I rose to my feet slowly, keeping my arms outstretched in front of me so she knew I meant no harm. "I'm going to the bathroom now."
I kept my eyes on her as I walked quietly to the room, my arms in the same position. I made sure not to turn my back on her as I got inside the bathroom. I went to close the door, causing her to bolt towards me. I raised my arms over my head as she screamed in my face. "Candace doesn't like when you hide! Candace likes no secretes!"
"I'm sorry! I did not know your rules. I-"
"Candace's rules!" She corrected me as I bowed my head in shame.
"I didn't know Candace's rules!" I felt my knees wobble in fear of her coming closer towards me.
Just as I saw her go to lunge at me again, the main door swung open. Isabella stood there, looking frantic. She came towards me, her mother scurrying back to the bed. She grabbed me by my throw and pushed me against the wall, my side splitting more as she did so. "Did you speak to your little boyfriend?"
"What? I don't have a boyfriend?" I screamed, scratching at her hand to free myself to no avail.
"Why are there about twenty cops snooping around my house then?" She rescanned my head against the door and I felt my vision go for a moment. Isabella freed me, looking down at my side. "Damn... I didn't realize how good I got you."
"Your house? This isn't your house?" I asked out of breath.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Isabella snorted, going outside of the room. She closed the door enough to where I could only see about a half inch outside. I didn't dare move as I heard her continue to shuffle around before reemerging. I took note that I didn't think we were underground at all anymore as I swore I could see light emerge from the crack in the door... Isabella came back with a first aid kit. "Come here and stand in front of me."
I hesitated before walking towards her as she sat down on the bed. Her mother scurried away to the corner, watching on all fours carefully. Isabella began to clean my wound and I stretched enough, pushing my boundaries as I was desperate to see what had happened to me. I was able to see a deep scratch that looked as if it went around my entire torso. I looked down and realized the deepest portion was just below my belly button. The skin around it was already turning a sickly, cracked, and deep red, letting me know I was definitely getting an infection and needed stitches as soon as possible. "I don't suppose you have stitches in there."
"I'm cleaning out your shit and wrapping you up. You'll live." She grumbled. "Be grateful I'm doing this."
"Why are you doing this?" I raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not going o jail for murder. That's not my job." I looked between Isabella who was focusing on my back and her mother, who turned her head from the wall to me with a demented grin shining from one ear to the next on her face.