Smoke And Fire

Day six

Katelyn's POV:

I felt my body being moved. Something wet oozed from the stinging pains on my face but that didn't matter, I was falling into a dream.

Penelope potato, the prettiest girl in school. She had her father buy her makeup and guchii clothes. She owened a hot pink farari, custom made, and what did I have? A house filled with younger brothers, an over protective dad, an ex boyfriend who thought too highly of me and hatred for my self image.

I hated the way I looked and I was soooo jelouse of Penelope. One day, she had come in with bigger lips, claiming that she'd had plastic surgery. That opened a gate to me, the thought of chainging the way I looked that easily seemed too good to be true.

I took on a part time job and eventually had enough money to get the surgery. I'd booked it and just had to wait for it to come.

But then... Travis left. I felt so sad. I blamed myself for treating him so badly. I felt like I didn't deserve a prettier face and that I should stay the way I was as a punishment.

A week past and so did the deadline. Penelope came in to school on monday her face was in tatters. People where crowding around her, asking what happened.

She had gone to get some wrinkles removed at 4.20 on saturday and the doctor messed up. I looked at my card that I'd been given for my appointment, 4.20 saturday. I gasped, Penelope had taken my spot. I nearly had a crumpled up mess of a face.

I ran to a bathroom, crying and staired in the mirror. I splashed my face with water, washing away all the makeup I was wearing.

For the first time in my life, I knew I was beautiful. No-one, not even myself, would take that.

A cold sensation woke me up. I was sitting on the floor of a dark, dusty room and Kai was holding an ice pack to my head.

"Where am I?" I asked, my heart pounding,

"Why, your new home my sweet." He whispered,

"I'm not your sweet!"

"You wheren't but you are now little Katie." He smiled.

He pulled the ice pack from my head and grabbed my chin.

"I look forward to hearing you sing everyday."

"What makes you think I'd ever sing for you?" I spat,

"Well, Thoes scabbs can allways come off..."

My eyes widened, He wouldn't dare, would he? I tried to grabb him but my arms where tied together and so where my feet.

He smirked and pressed his lips against mine. Before he could get any further, I sneezed causing in to break away.

"Desgusting." He muttered, wipping his mouth.

He left through a door at the top of a set of stairs. This helped me to identify that I was in his basement.

I cried. Silently.

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