Bad Kitty

Chapter# 16

A/N: Hiiii.....I'm alive. He he. Okay, so I wasn't really planning to update as I had pretty much given up on this story but I got so many comments that it felt unfair. So here's a short chapter dedicated to every person who has bothered to give this story a chance and stuck with it. 

I don't know how many of you are going to read this. But if you want this story to continue, then comment and let me know so I can properly work on it again and give you guys the story and ending you deserve. 

Enjoy!

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Katherine Miller. 

"Are you guys' mindless fuckers? Don't you know that dumping her at the school will attract police and public attention? Do you want those dogs after us, you dipshits?" Keith growls out, the underlying threat in his tone clear. The guys clear their throats and stumble over their words as they try to answer but Keith shuts them up with a yell. "Dump her at the house and get back before you create some shit for Sinclair."

A few murmurs later, the car speeds off and I jump out, cursing them with every word that comes out of my mouth. A colorful vocabulary of normal cuss words mixed with some newly invented words as well. Keith remains quiet, his grip on the steering wheel tight. He turns right into a street and stops the car, not even making eye contact with me as he stares straight. I exhale loudly and fall back into the seat, covering my eyes with my arm.

"We need to go to the house now," I say, trying to keep my mind from imagining the gruesome images of how my mom looks right now. Keith makes a sound that a cross between a mumble and a growl.

"We have to make sure they're gone before we go." He states, still avoiding eye contact with me. I nod, slightly trembling partly from rage and partly from worry.

10 minutes later when we pull up near the house again, my breathe stops. In the front lawn, mom is curled up into a ball, her clothes and hair a mess. I am out of the car before it's even parked, running towards her. My heart racing as I kneel down and turn her face towards me. A wave of relief washes over me when her eyes flutter but that's quickly replaced by sinking of the heart as I see the dried up blood covering her. Her lip's split open and one of her eyes is swollen. She lets out a shuddering breathe, grabbing her arm where there is a stain on her shirts.

A broken sob escapes my mouth, my mind flashing back to the images of dad and Tyler.

No, no, no, no, I can't think about that right now.

I look back to see Keith standing frozen near his car.

"Get your ass here, we need to get her to the hospital," I growl out, making him rush towards me. We gently load her in the back seat, my mind a chaotic hurricane of emotions but the murderous one standing out the most. I had always been a violent person but never considered myself a potential murderer.

I couldn't say the same now.

Keith takes care of any questions the nurses ask while I just sit there, my hands clenched. I can feel the nails digging into my palm but I don't care. My phone vibrates and with trembling, I take it out to see a text from Archer asking how it's going. I stash the mobile back without replying. A lump forms in my throat. I just need a corner where I can bawl my eyes out but right now, for Ian I have to stay here. I have to make sure she is okay.

Half an hour later, Keith comes with a grim expression on his face. I jump up from my seat, my eyes screaming the questions I want to ask.

"She's okay. A rib fracture and some bruises but she's okay." He answers, patting my shoulder. "She's okay, kid."

My legs feel wobbly as I slid back into the seat. My mind echoing with his words.

She's okay. She's okay. Ian will be okay. Ian will be okay.

My eyes fill up with tears at the thought.

Urgh, why are my tear ducts so active today?

Because you're not a robot, you shit.

I take out my phone to call Archer, only to see that there are 16 texts from him. As I go through them, all of them sound more panicked than the last. The last one claiming he's going to call me if I don't reply. I roll my eyes at that but to my surprise, the phone starts vibrating and I look down to see his name flashing.

That's kind of cute of him.

No, it isn't.

Ask about Ian, you ass. This isn't the time to go into a teenage dilemma.

"Katherine?" He sounds breathless and if I am being honest, my heart flips for a second.

But hey, fuck being honest.

"Hey? Yea-"

"Are you okay? Is your mom okay? Why the bloody hell didn't you reply to any of my texts? Do you know how worried I have been here? I have been going crazy, thinking what if something happened to you. Yet you have no manners to even reply to any text of mine. I mean, the hell, Katherine!" He cuts me off, his tone ranging from anger to concern to frustration. I look at my phone incredulously, surprised.

Nobody has ever bothered to ask about me yet he did. I can feel the blood rush to my cheeks, his words leaving me with a warmth I haven't felt in a long while.

"Hey, hey." I interrupt his rant. My voice gentle in a way I didn't even know it could be. "I'm okay. Mom is okay. We're at the hospital right now. She has a fractured rib and some bruises but she's okay. Is Ian okay?"

For a few seconds, there is silence at his end, before he responds positively. He mentions how Ian had slept in his bed in the middle of watching a superheroes cartoon. I update him on what happened with the men in the car. Feeling a sense of security as I tell him about the whole ordeal as if he is my diary.

I don't actually have a diary though. Pfft, who has time to write in that?

Yet you have time to rant to the nerd? I'm disappointed in you.

Nobody cares.

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Archer reaches the house fifteen minutes after Keith leaves. I had taken Angela straight to bed, the sedatives in the medicine had made her sleepy the whole ride home. She hadn't spoken much but the misery was obvious on her face.

I'll speak to her tomorrow.

He brings in a sleepy Ian, who hugs me and asks about mom, unaware of the events of the day. Telling him she had been exhausted from work, he simply nods and makes his way to his room. I blow through my lips as I realize once again that Ian is going to be okay, that he isn't going to go through the hell of losing another person.

"Hey, are you okay?" a deep voice rumbles behind me and I turn to see Archer scanning my face for any sign of hurt. I nod and give him a tiny smile.

"Thank you for today, for taking care of Ian," I answer, my voice low, the exhaustion of the day setting in. He shakes his head, his eyes not straying from my face.

After a few minutes of silence, I open my mouth to break the quiet but suddenly I am enclosed in his arms. His grip tightens around me and I automatically lean into him, craving the warmth he is providing.

"I'm so so glad you're okay." He murmurs against my hair, his chest vibrating with the words. Without saying anything, I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest.

Me too.

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