Forget me Not (A Jeff the Killer Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4- Catheryne's P.O.V (4 years later)

"Catheryne! Hurry up! We are starving!" Hollered Karaha from the living room.

I snatched up the two trays and set them in front of my foster parents.

Karaha stabbed a piece of French toast and gave me a dismissive wave. I ran down to the basement and grabbed my diary then headed back upstairs.

"Catheryne! This tastes horrid!" She then gave me a hard slap across the face. I held back tears.

"Please forgive me, Mrs.Karaha." I whispered.

"Get out of my sight!" She snapped and began to eat the breakfast I made her.

She did every she could to make my life hell. She was awful!

As I headed out the door my social worker, Kelly, getting our of her black Bentley.

"Hello Cathy!" She smiled walking towards me.

"Hello." I replied giving her a quick smile back.

"Are you doing okay?" She asked examining my arms. She turned over my left arm and came upon a bruise.

"What is this?"

I took my arm back "I must've fell of something."

She finally nodded and walked to the front door.

"I'm just going to have a quick chat with Karaha and Steve."

I nodded and sat under the big oak tree in our front yard.

Kelly has been coming more often. About 6 months ago I was admitted into the hospital for a gun shot wound. Steve shot me. But no one knows that. Karaha lost he priceless diamond necklace and accused my of stealing it. So she ordered her husband to "take care of me." It was dark outside and he held the gun right to my head, right before he was about to pull the trigger a dark figure appeared. He pushed Steve right as he pulled the trigger, making the bullet land in my shoulder. With that the figure disappeared.

But that figure, he saved my life. He has been watching over my for years. Our neighbors heard the gunshot wound and called 911.

You would think that Karaha and Steve would be put in a cell until the earth collapsed, but they made up a sob story that everyone seemed to believe.

When Kelly comes she asks me a bunch of questions, but I always lie. Once I told her that Karaha slapped me and when Karaha found out she locked me in the basement for 3 days with no food or water. Now I know, never tell the social worker anything.

But I was infatuated with the figure that saved me. He was there 6 months ago. He gave me a birthday cake when I turned 9. He saved me from a fire when I was 4. He was always there for me.

Kelly waved to mw as she got in he car to leave. I heard Karaha yell my name and I can running inside.

"What is wrong with you!" She screeched punching me in the throat.

"Do you want us to go to jail!" Yelled Steve slapping me hard. I was on the ground crying now. But they didnt stop. The kicks got harder, the punches more constant,  and my screams louder. But yet I had no idea what I did.

Finally I shouted "What did I do!"

Then they stopped in awe.

"Just tell me what I did and ill correct it. Ill apologize.  Just please tell me." I sobbed from the cold floor.

Karaha cleared her throat before speaking "Well Kelly mentioned you seemed a but skittish. She also noticed a bruise on your face. She said you seemed scared and now shes coming back again tomorrow! " Then she sent me flying.

Steve grabbed me by my shirt and threw me in the basement. Karaha's face had never been closer to mine, and he breath was colder than snow. He eyes were filled with red, redder than hell. And she said "5 days. No water no food." She turned to leave and right before she was about to close the door and lock it she said three chilling words. "Do it again."