This calls for a little more than chocolate and tissues

Chapter 11

So...I'm back! A LITTLE bit sooner than last time, if I do say so myself. I REALLY did want to write more, and a certain somebody (cough swimchick789 cough) left me a very nice comment, so here goes:

OH! Almost forgot. Coldplay song of the day: Square One

Chapter 11

Kate's POV

Some things in life are simply unimpressive. For example: genetically, we are 50% away from bananas. Or, whales technically aren't fish. Statistics that truly make you wonder who is wasting your life to tell you these things.

And then some facts are frightening.

A bullet can travel up to 6000 feet per second. That doesn't exactly give you time to duck.

Rose certainly didn't have time. Or else she wouldn't have been writhing in agony on the floor, struggling to breath with what appeared to be a punctured lung. He actually put a hole in her lung.

Another fact: lungs, made of delicate stretchy material, are only about 16 mm thick. That's less than the width of a thumbnail. Pierced in a millisecond.

It took a bit longer than that for my limbs to start working again, however.  I blinked, then I turned my head, and then I collapsed into a heap on the floor.

Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I pressed wads of paper towel against the two small holes that were now gushing an abnormal amount of blood. I hardly noticed the commotion going on behind me as people came running in after hearing the unmistakable sound of a gun being fired.

Sometime later, a medic pushed me out of the way, and took to the nearly lifeless body with far more experienced hands. Another pair of arms snatched me up and half dragged, half carried me out of the bathroom.

They sat me down in a chair, spoke soothing words, and gently cleaned the blood off my hands as I sat shaking violently. I didn't know who it was. Until I looked up.

"Miss me?"

My shaking ceased, as a paralytic fear once more overtook my body.

"I suppose I never introduced myself. My name is Drew. But I already know your name...Kate."

The rational thing would have been to stand up and just start screaming bloody murder about how this man had just used my future sister-in-law as target practice, but no. What did I do? I sat there, not moving, not wanting to, for fear of suffering the same fate.

He seemed to notice this as well. "Oh, don't worry, Rose was simply unfinished business. I have no reason to harm you. Yet."

It was at that moment that I found my words. "And what the hell does that mean, might I asked?" Anger surged through me like a tsunami before it hits land, killing everything in its path.

He looked mildly surprised. "Feisty, are we? I like that. You'll survive longer."

"Survive what longer?"

"Life. And whatever it throws at you."

My eyes narrowed. "And what, may I ask, are you going to throw at me?"

He grinned wickedly, with his devilishly handsome face. "Don't you worry about that, sweetheart. Just understand this: it would certainly be in your best interest to cooperate. Failure to do so would result in..." he glanced over at Will, whose anguish ridden face was barely visible through the crowd of mass pandemonium, "grievances towards the innocent. Do we want this to happen?"

"No," I squeaked.

"Good. You will wait for further instruction, and speak of this to no one. Or else others shall bear the consequences of your actions."

He grabbed his suit coat off the chair, slung it over his shoulder, and made his way out the side entrance.

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Matthew's POV

1:47 A.M.

My phone starts vibrating on the bedside table. I answer, drowsiness seeping through my voice. "Yes?"

"I believe we have found her." His words take full effect immediately. I sit up straight in bed. "WHAT? Where is she staying? Is she okay?"

I could hear a sigh on the other end of the phone. "She's fine. Her place of residence changed, though. She's now staying with a supposed fiancé.

The blood ran out of my face and my heart started to crack. "When did this happen? And who is the man?"

"William Perry. The governor's son. I don't even know how they met."

Panic set in. I truly didn't need to ask that question. I knew he would have gotten to her sometime. "What did you tell her? About me, I mean."

"Don't worry, I didn't tell her any specifics.

"Wait...you didn't threaten her did you? You seem to have that habit...."

His voice became quieter. "Well, you see, I didn't really...I mean...-"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WHAT DID I PARTICULARLY MENTION YOU NOT DO?"

"Give her a reason to fear."

"DAMN STRAIGHT!"

I took a deep breath. "At least tell me that no harm came to her because of you." The last thing I would want in the universe was for that angel to be hurt. One scratch and I would never forgive myself.

"I didn't touch her. Can't say the same for Rose, though...."

"Wait, Rose? As in, your Rose? Like, the one-"

"YES, that fricking Rose. Enough."

I grimaced. "What did you do to her?"

"I gave her a reason to never forget me again."

"You're a psychopath. You know that?"

"Pretty much."

What he didn't know was that I planned to turn him in when this was all said and done, and the issue at hand was resolved. For the time being, Drew simply served as my access to information.

"Is that all?"

"I believe so."

"Fine. Good night." And with that, I hung up, took a deep breath, and chucked my phone across the room with incredible force. Enough to shatter all the glass on the touch screen front.  Oh well. Time for an upgrade anyway.

 Kindergarten. That's when we met. That's when I knew.

Without even using the incredible power on women that was Drew, I had unlocked dark secrets about the Perry family. Things I never wanted her exposed to. And I made it my mission to save her before it was too late.