Too Much Clickbait - Sequel to Clickbait

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     Katie's P.O.V
     I felt the back of my head crack against the cement as Isabella and her mother stood on top of me. We had just finished wrapping me up when her mother decided to sprint across the room, pushing me full force to the ground. I swore I heard the crunching of my skull when I landed, though I couldn't bear. I hope of anything as the ringing in my ears increased. I felt my vision go flurry, looking as if I was seeing through a smudge camera lens when I stared at the two woman in horror. Isabella pushed her mother back, smacking her town what sounded like a belt as I scramble to get up to at least a sitting position.
     Isabella yelled at her, a high-pitched whale coming from her as she left gashes against her back. "Stop! Stop it! She doesn't know better!"
     "Doesn't know better?" Isabella paused, looking at me with an angered glare. "Do you know what this woman used to do to me as a child? Do to Nathan?"
     "She can't help it!" I called, using the wall behind me to get up. I glanced at an image of me from the bathroom mirror, though I could only make out how pale I had become and how torn up my entire torso was. I turned back to her, putting my hands out in front of me as I pleaded with her. "I know what it's like to deal with someone with a mental illness. Believe me, it's tough, but-"
     Isabella took her jacket off, revealing circular scars over every inch of her arms. Tears welt up in her eyes as she white knuckles the belt in her hand, shaking with rage as she explained how she got them. "She used to stick her cigarettes on me to release the demons! She said it would make me holier! Tell me, d you think doing this to a child helped them?"
     "Do you think locking away someone with a mental disability makes them any better?" I countered. "She has schizophrenia that's not being medicated! The woman looks like she hasn't eaten decently in years! What the hell do you expect?"
     Isabella stepped forward slowly and I took note of the keys jingling attached to her belt loop. I looked her in the eyes after she knew I saw them and felt my breathe catch in my throat. She went to swing the belt at me and I caught it, ripping it out of her hands and throwing it across the room. We watched as it slid, landing underneath the coffee table with the lamp.
     "You're going to regret that." Isabella stated, a small smile on her face as her fist connected with my jaw.
     I stumbled backwards, feeling blood ooze out of the largest gash in the front of my stomach. Before I was able to look down and see the blood seeping from my bandage, Isabella came at me again. This time I was able to grab her wrist, twisting. I kicked her as hard as I could in her stomach, sending her flying onto the floor.
     I got on top of her, getting in as many swings to her jaw as I could before she got a hand under my bandage and shoved a fist at my wound. I instantly shot back, doubling over as if to keep my innards from spilling onto the cement beneath me. It was only seconds from Isabella getting on top of me, laying me on my black, and beginning to choke me.
     My blood stained fingers grabbed at her wrists. To no avail, I could barely make her flinch as she smiled down at me, seeing the light slowly escape my eyes. I began to thrash wildly, a hand landing on the keys and unlooping them from her belt. Isabella made no move as I tossed them aside, unable to grip them to use them against her.
     I felt my lungs ready to pop like balloons, a burning sensation taking over my body. I thought I was hallucinating when I saw Isabella's mother with the belt in her hands, making a circle with it. My eyes began to flutter shut as I took my last labored breathe when I felt Isabella completely release her hands.
     I jumped up, coughing like a maniac in an attempt to steady my breathing again. I watched in horror as Isabella's mother choked her while laughing maniacally. I dove towards the keys, getting up immediately. I bolted to the main door, slamming it shut instantly, and locking it behind me.

    Heath's P.O.V
     The entire group of us was not allowed into the storage center as the police feared for our own safety. We were being guarded by the older policeman, whom I came to know was the Chief of Police for Los Angeles, as well as another officer as they didn't trust us not to go snooping about ourselves.
     I looked over at Liza, Christine, Kristen, Carly, and Erin, frowning as they all huddled together crying. David walked over to Liza who instantly latched onto each other. Kristen ran towards Scott as Elijah walked over and threw an arm around Christine. Carly and Erin held hands, looking as though they were about to break each other's bones from praying too hard.
     Jason and Todd stared off silently into the distance, looking as if they were already planning for the world possible outcome. Elton was smoking for the first time since I had met him with Kam, looking as if he was on the verge of tears, though Kam was giving him a pep talk.
     Zane walked over to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. I began to cough and took out my inhaler, sucking it down. Zane laughed, taking his hand off of me. "You okay? I mean... physically?"
     "Do you know how hard it is to hold in diarrhea?" I frowned, shaking my head. "My lungs are on fire, my head is splitting, I can't stop randomly sweating, my asshole is on fire... I can't fucking win today."
     Zane laughed. "When this is over I'll buy you some pepto and a Celsius."
     "Get me a massage and a happy ending while your at it." I grumbled, shaking my head. "I can't do this shit, baby."
     "You're gonna have a chance to say sorry, you know." Zane smiled and I gave him a look. "I'm not stupid, I know you're worried about shit with Katie... Plus, I may have heard you and Amber fighting... Y'all talk loud, baby."
     "I want to go to Vid Con with her in two months and not be at each other's throats this year." I laughed. "I want to just... I want to know her again, you know? I feel like everyone knows all these different sides to her but I just know her as-"
     "Katie!" Zane screamed.
     I narrowed my eyes at him. "I mean, yeah, I guess. But ya' don't gotta yell at me, baby."
     Zane spun me around and to my surprise, Katie was waiting with two police escorting her. Her long, mint green hair was completely matted and frizzy, a look I never saw from her. The police had thrown a jacket over her shoulders, though I could see she was in that push-up bra she used to wear on special occasions... Her leggings were more like underwear from the amount of holes in them. For a second, I thought she was barefoot, but it was just the holes that had worn out into her socks. The look on her face showed that she knew exactly where she was, but didn't care, and wanted to just sleep.
     She seemed like she was comatose, not even realizing all of us were watching her in silence. Katie was immediately greeted instantly by two paramedics who got her onto a gearny. The police chief came up to my side, grabbing my shirt and tugging on it before letting go. "Son, if you want to come with her to the hospital, we have to leave now."
     I tossed my keys to Zane. "You know I wouldn't do this unless it was an emergency. I'm trusting you." I immediately took off running, as I yelled. "Don't fucking hurt her, Zane!"