All Lights On Us

C11: World VS Us

Klara POV

"Frank, what are you even doing here?"

My jaw is clenched. I hope I look more tense and ready rather than scared shitless. Because I am all of the above. 

"You shouldn't ask me what I'm doing in my own home girl," Frank spits on the floor.

Spits. On. The. Floor. My face scrunches in disgust. 

You've got to be kidding me. 

I set the bowl of fruit down on the counter behind me and wipe my hands on my pants. He reaches down with both hands and clutches the edge of the kitchen table as he leans his backside against it. 

He arches his brow, "You're not going to say anything? No excuse as to why you're sneaking into my kitchen and stealing my food?"

"Fuck you," I hiss out.

I can't help it. My tongue has always put me in trouble, and it's not going to stop here. 

Frank laughs and stands straight. He shakes his head and steps closer until he's an inch away. I'm stiff with fear. He's just tall enough for his heavy nose breathing to hit my forehead. I want to barf.

"I think, you should be grateful that I don't call the cops," he speaks frankly. 

"Where's my mother?" 

My breathing picks up as horrible thoughts float through my head. Did he kill her?

"She's picking up groceries. Won't be back for a little while. She won't catch us."

Catch us?

I finally look up to see his face and regret it instantly when his features darken and his hand grasps the fabric in the centre of my cleavage and shoves me into the wall – all the while keeping a firm grip on my dress.

"Don't Frank. Don't touch me," I start to claw at him and push him, but he holds me against the wall while tracing his finger tips up my thigh. "I swear to God Frank, I'll kill you!"

I slap wildly at his chest and face, but he doesn't budge. Why does this keep happening to me? I scream louder than ever before. 

And this time it's answered. 

"Let her go," Bishop's angry voice startles us both. 

His gun is against Frank's temple as he slowly threatens him away from my body. 

"Baby, grab his gun," Bishop speaks to me softly. 

I shake as I grab the gun from the nasty belt. Wetness trails down my face, and I'm surprised to learn that I'm crying. I feel like I'm broken. Why me? Why do I get man handled? What did I do wrong? 

I slide down the wall and stick my head in my knees – bawling my eyes out.

Bishop POV

Klara slides down the wall, still clutching the gun. Her heart-wrenching sobs rip me apart. All I want to do is hold her, show her that she'll be okay. That I'll be here. But Frank stands, my barrel against his temple and his hands thrown up in surrender. 

"You know you're dead after this, right?" I ask calmly. 

"Oh, am I, Bishop?" He mocks me with my real name.

I laugh loudly. "Definitely. Especially now."

Frank gets serious. The stench of fear waves off of him as I send a text to Tommy, telling him to bring the van and everything needed for an "extermination".