Torn from Heaven: Sophomore Sons

Chapter 16

Kit turned around to see her father tied to the pole. He looked the exact same since the last time Kit saw him. He was still as strapping and handsome as ever though. His dirty blonde hair fell onto his face when he leaned forward. His murky green eyes- Kit's murky green eyes, pierced her soul. His Oxford glasses started slipping off his face when he tilted his head forward.

"Kitten? Is that really you? You look so beautiful now," he said. Overwhelmed with emotion, Kit fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, dropping the spray bottle.

"Dad, I miss you so much," Kit said, tears streaming down her face.

"You let us die," he said in a dark low voice. Kit stood up and backed away.

"What?" she asked horrified as he looked deep in her eyes. His eyes seemed dead and dark, almost evil. He had a blank stare that not only pierced Kit's soul, but it tore it out and threw it onto the concrete.

"You killed me. You killed your mother. You killed your brother. You're a monster." Shawn was listening at the door.

"What?" Shawn said to himself, hoping that somehow, it would reach her.

"No. No, it was an accident," Kit said. She thought if she convinced herself that he would go away like a dark thought. Like if she wished it away hard enough, he would disappear. The problem was, he wasn't a thought. He was real. That alone was probably the main reason why Kit wasn't strong enough, why she broke down. All of a sudden, Kit was surrounded by her father. There were copies and copies all around her, filling the basement. They kept repeating, almost chanting, the same word over and over.

"Murderer, Murderer, Murderer," they chanted louder and louder. Kit covered her ears and screamed. It became unbearably cold in a matter of seconds. Being April, it was cold enough in the basement. Like she wasn't there anymore but she was on a mountain top. It was always colder in Massachusetts later in the year but that was because it only would begin to snow in early January. This crippling feeling of not being able to breathe and the cold was too much for Kit to bear. Like she had been in the middle of the Caucasus mountains for hours, all alone. Kit was engulfed by something warm and soft, yet strong and protective.

"Kitlyn! What's wrong?" Kit heard and opened her eyes. She was kneeling on the ground, holding her hands against her ears, and she was shaking. The only people who were in the basement were Kit, Shawn, and Demetry. It wasn't cold like it was before. Demetry started to chuckle, hanging his head.

"You're not gonna be laughing when I get over there!" Shawn threatened. Demetry laughed harder and looked up at the single light. He stared at it for a long moment while Shawn kneeled with his arms around Kit. Demetry looked back down at Shawn and smirked, then winked. All of a sudden, the room became dark. There was only the sound of shuffling and feet moving on the cold concrete floor.

"Shawn?" Kit called out. The lights came back on and Kit saw Shawn choking Shawn against a wall. She looked around for something to help. She felt powerless. She picked up the bottle of acid and sprayed it at them. They both screamed in agony. She sprayed the cheap bottle so many times it started to drip out of the nozzle onto Kit's finger. It burned her and she dropped the bottle on the ground, holding her hand. They separated so Kit could see them both. They both had burns, one on his neck and hands and the other on half of his face.

"Lee!" Kit yelled. She pulled her sleeve over her hand that wasn't burned and picked up the bottle, aiming it at the two.

"What's up?" He walked down the stairs and looked in awe. "Oh. Shit," Lee said and Kit looked at their wrists. There was no bracelet on either of their wrists because it was broken on the floor. Kit searched their faces thoroughly, both looked like they were in pain, but one looked like they were smiling more than the other, like the Mona Lisa. Kit pointed at the one with the burns on his neck, hoping it was Shawn. She didn't want to have to be responsible for burning half of his face.