Little Queens: Six the Musical

Chapter 7

(A/N: I had one of these play sets when I was younger. Never thought I see it again. Also, this was not edited)

Trigger Warnings: Just Panicked Thoughts

Kat has barely touched her food at dinner. She knew she was being foolish. If she was going to run away, she needed to have some strength. But she couldn't bring herself to eat anything that Jane or Catherine cooked.

How long had she been so blind? Had this been going on for the entire time? Who were they doing it to? Why were they doing it? Why hadn't they started to do it to her yet? She was the one that really deserved it.

"Katherine." A somewhat stern voice pulled her out of her thoughts. For a moment, she was back with Francis. She flinched as she forced herself to not think about that.

"What?" She asked, looking up. She hadn't meant to snap at them... Gosh, Katherine. Here you go again. Digging your own grave for the second time.

"You've barely touched any of your food." The same voice, which she now realized was the oldest Catherine's, said to her.

"I'm just not hungry."

Jane gave her a sympathetic look. "Are you feeling alright?"

Make up a lie Katherine. You need to pack. You need to leave. You can't let it happen again.

"I think my stomach just hurts. I think I'm just going to go lay down upstairs."

Jane nodded. "Okay. You go rest."

Kat quickly went up the stairs, trying to act sick. She had never been too good at that. She was never able to get out of doing anything because she was "sick."

Kat went into her room and shut the door behind her. She looked around for a bag. Once she found one, she began to set out her clothes. She didn't know how much she would need to pack. She wasn't good at much so getting a job was going to be hard. Well...No, she wouldn't do that. That was the reason she was leaving.

She eventually settled on some summer and winter clothes. She only had space for one pair of shoes, which were the ones on her feet. Kat shoved as much spare change she could find into her bag. She would have to find toiletries and food once she was out there.

Kat was going to miss this place. She had enjoyed it. Hanging out with all of them was amazing. Especially with Anna...She thought they had something... A connection. But apparently not. They had all just been lying to her the entire time.

She took one last look around her room. Then she started to walk down the stairs quietly. She couldn't tell if anyone was still in the kitchen. Kat planned on using the back door to get out. She had to go through the kitchen to get to it, though.

"Kat? What are you doing?"

Kat turned around like a deer in headlights. Jane was standing by the sink, washing up the remaining dishes. The older woman looked like she cared, but Kat knew differently. She knew the truth. And suddenly she couldn't just stay quiet anymore.

"Stop it! Just stop. I know what's going on here. I'm not stupid! I heard what Catherine said at the theater. Playtime," she shook her head in disgust. "How can you even go to bed at night?"

Jane set down the dish she had been washing. She went over by Kat. The younger woman moved away from her. She was almost at the door. She could run if she had to.

"Playtime? Love, what are you talking about?"

"Stop!" Kat shouted. "You even sound like him!"

Jane's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Him? Oh lo- I didn't mean to."