Dear Future Husband - A Kick Fanfiction

Oh No

Katherine's POV

It was afternoon by the time I got to the house. It looked dark and foreboding, the curtains drawn and the lawn overgrown.

I hesitated. Would they really hurt Nick if I didn't turn up?

Yes, yes they would. My subconscious argued. I had no idea who it was, or what they were capable of. They could be a real danger to Nick if I didn't act.

I took a deep breath and opened the front door, which led to a dim hallway. There was some light filtering though the kitchen windows down the hall.

'Hello?' I called, walking into the living room. My heart rate increased and I felt the urge to run out of here. Whoever it was, was playing games with me. Uneasiness flooded through me and some instinct was telling me to get the hell out.

Before I could even turn around though, I felt a presence behind me.

The sound of a gun being cocked froze my blood.

'Turn around.' The familiar voice said.

I held my breath, slowly turning around. Rebecca stood a few feet from me, an evil grin on her blood red lips.

'Hello Katherine.' She said, lowering the gun to my heart. 'Did you miss me?'

Nick's POV

'Will, you back yet?' I called, as I got back home.

'Yeah, I'm in the kitchen.' He shouted back.

I entered the kitchen. 'Katherine upstairs?' I asked, just as Will was taking a bite of his sandwich.

A confused look crossed his face as he chewed, before he swallowed and said, 'No, I don't think so. I haven't been upstairs, why?'

'She's probably in bed then.' I said. 'She had to come home earlier, she was ill.'

'Oh right.' Will nodded, and resumed eating his sandwich.

'I'll go and check on her.' I headed upstairs and went to the bedroom. 'Babe, I'm back-'

She wasn't there. Maybe in the bathroom?

The bed didn't look slept in.

I frowned and left the room, before heading to the bathroom.

No. She wasn't there either.

Maybe she went out?

I headed back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. I got out my phone to text Katherine, but something caught my eye.

It was an envelope with my name on, in Katherine's elegant handwriting. I opened it up in apprehension and scanned it.

As I read it, dread filled me.

Take care of yourself and enjoy your life.

Enjoy your life.

Her words resonated through my mind mercilessly, taunting me. I stared blankly at her letter, my fingers trembling.

Why would she do this? Who was she trying to protect other than herself?

'She's gone.' I whispered in disbelief.

I tried calling her numerous times, but it just kept going to voicemail.

I growled in frustration, standing up and pacing the room.

Something blue caught my eye.

I knelt next to the bed. It was a shoebox, partially underneath the bed, like it had been carelessly put there.

I opened it.

What the fuck was this?

GO DIE BITCH

GO TAKE A LONG WALK OFF A SHORT CLIFF SLUT

KEEP RUNNING, I'LL ALWAYS FIND YOU

FUCKING BITCH SKANK WHORE

NOBODY LIKES YOU

YOU WILL DIE

And the worst, a picture of Katherine outside Calimov, taken from a distance. With it was a note: I WILL GET YOU KATHERINE

Someone had been sending Katherine death threats and hate messages. It was clear as day. It also explained her weird behaviour lately. 

Why didn't she tell me?

I began trembling as the realisation hit me.

They've got Katherine.

I didn't hesitate and proceeded to call an old friend.

'Nick!' He greeted when he answered. 'To what do I owe this pleasure?'

'Hollins.' I responded, my voice cold and detached. 'I'm sorry, but this is not a social call.'

'What can I do for you mate?' He questioned, seriousness now evident in his voice.

'Are you still in the Private Investigating business?'

'Gave that shit up when I left Calimov. Why?'

'I need you to collect any fingerprints left on some notes I've found and trace Katherine's messages in her inbox.' I said.

'Nick, is everything alright?' He asked concernedly.

'Not really, no. Can you come or not?' I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to stay calm.

'Yes, of course, I'll be there in half an hour.' He said and hung up.

I pocketed my phone and headed downstairs.

Will was watching me. 'What's going on?'

He must have heard me on the phone.

'Katherine's not here... someone has taken her.' I explained.

'What?' He looked worried. 'What do you mean, someone's taken her?'

'As in, she's gone and someone has kidnapped her.'

'Did you call the police?' He asked.

'No.'

'What do you mean, no?' He yelped.

I glared at him. 'If I call the police, that'll be useless. It's not been twenty four hours yet, and by the time they find her, it'll probably be too late.' My voice broke on the last word.

'So what are we going to do?' Will inquired.

'I've called a friend for help.'