Torn from Heaven: Sophomore Sons

Chapter 7

When Kit got home, Noah was sitting in a wooden chair with a red bump on his upper brow. She could see that it was beginning to darken. Kit's arms were burning red from the cold and she was out of breath. She grabbed a thick jacket and wrapped it around herself.

"Where's Tracy, Dickhead?" Kit asked, walking through the house.

"She's selling you, like an old chair. Like a dog," Noah said, clearly pissed. Kit rolled her eyes.

"At least I don't act like a dog. Y'know, like you," Kit said, also pissed. Noah stood up, trying to make himself look taller. Kit grabbed a metal umbrella off the ground.

"Shit!" Noah said as he ran away. For once, Kit wasn't being the one chased. Noah ran into the living room and leaned against a wall. As Kit ran in, he tripped her. She turned and spun, falling into the glass coffee table in front of her. Tracey turned around with her phone against her ear. Kit sat up and looked at Noah, who was trying to look like an innocent child in front of his mother.

"Kite-lyn! I told you guys not to run in the house!" Tracey shouted at the both of them, but it seemed more directed at Kit. Noah spoke quickly, describing how Kit harassed him and how she had chased him with a knife and he was just defending himself. Kit stood up, hissing in pain and aches.

"That's total bullshit!" Kit held up the umbrella and threw it on the ground. She looked at Noah dead in the eye. "You set this up, this is what you wanted! Guess what? It's not gonna work!" Kit walked past Noah and Tracey was shocked at Kit's behavior and language.

"Kite-lyn!" Tracey gasped.

"And my name is not Kite-lyn! It's Kitlyn," Kit yelled from upstairs before slamming the door shut. Kit sat down on her bed and kicked off her boots. She went to the bathroom to take a hot shower and calm down. She grabbed her shirt to take it off but it tugged against her. Kit jolted as a sharp pain shot through her body. She reached around and felt something scratch her hand. Kit turned in the mirror and looked to see a dark blotch with a hole ripped in her shirt. Her heart dropped. She slowly and painfully took off her shirt and saw a shard of glass poking out of the back of her upper arm.

"Fuck!" she screamed in a whisper. She started breathing heavily and globs of tears came to her eyes. She could feel the pain in her arm then, more than just aching.

She went into the cupboard under the sink and took out the first aid kit. She placed it on the sink and opened it, searching for bandages. She looked at the shard again and measured it with her fingers. Lengthwise, it was about the space between her first two fingers expanded all the way.

Kit picked out the needle and reached over to see if she could do it herself. She started to panic and babbled nervously. "Help, help, Lee? No, he'd be hysterical. Shawn," Kit said to herself and picked up her phone to call Shawn.

"Hello?" Shawn asked on the other end of the line. He could hear Kit breathing heavily.

"I need you," Kit said, not explaining anything when he picked up, "Come to my house right now. Please," Kit pleaded.

"Just hold on, I'll be right there," Shawn said, concerned. Kit hung up and looked at her arm again. Kit picked a towel up off the ground and wrapped it around her body.

"What the hell is wrong with her now?" Shawn asked himself. He walked towards his window but stopped in front of his mirror. He combed his hair back and continued. He leapt from his window and started jogging towards Kit's house.

In about ten minutes, Kit opened her window to let Shawn inside. "This better be important, it's freaking freezing," Shawn said, closing the window.