A Chance to Heal

Brought to Justice

The first thing she felt was pure horror. She was holding onto her former abuser's shoulders. Who looked somewhat horrified and confused himself. His eyes wide with what she guessed was fear. It made her queasy to see him. To have him hovering over her face. In an instant, she shoved him off of her. A scream of anger and fear escaping her. Kathryn got to her feet quickly. Stepping away from her Papa as he laid on the floor. He wasn't moving. Or even making an attempt to move. This confused her as she watched him for a moment. Why wasn't he trying to flee or hurt them? How come he was just sitting there staring at his hands? This didn't make sense to her. Just what in the Hell was going on in his head?

Her thoughts were cut short by her Mother's shouts. And the sounds of her talking to someone. What she guessed was emergency services to help Quen...Quen. Oh God, Quen. He was laying next to her feet with gushing wounds. Eyes open, glassy, and unseeing. His skin was paler than it had been before. Which she didn't think was anywhere near possible. Kathryn quickly knelt down to check his pulse. A nagging thought in her head telling her that he wouldn't have one. That he wasn't alive and that she was wasting her time trying. Grabbing his wrist, she chewed her bottom lip. Pressing her fingers to the right spot before she muttered,"Quen? Quentin? Can you hear me? Quentin?!"

For a terrifying moment, she couldn't detect a pulse. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip again as she tried to feel for one. After what felt like ages, she found one. Faint, but there. Kathryn had to fight herself to not sigh in relief. This was far from a good thing. The injuries he had been severe and needed to be treated. Which she tried stopping by pressing her hands over the wound. From what she could tell, the pressure was somewhat helping. She wasn't entirely sure if it was. Looking around, she tried to find anything to help stop the bleeding. There wasn't anything aside from the blanket. Not a great thing to use, but again it was better than nothing. Using her foot, she dragged the cloth a little closer to herself. Removing one hand to bring the blanket over with the other. Continuing to add pressure as she said,"Don't worry, Quen. You're going to be okay. Mom called for help and they'll be here soon."

There was no way she could be certain of this. Hell, she wasn't even entirely sure that he could hear her. With how much blood he was losing, she was sure he was...no, she couldn't think like that. Quentin needed her to keep her wits about her. Not to fall apart on him. As she kept the pressure on his injuries, she spoke nonsense. Saying anything that was coming to mind. Anything that sounded encouraging. Her focus was so on Quentin that she almost didn't hear the footsteps behind her. When she did, she turned her head to the noise. Finding her Papa a few feet away from her. Glove raised high in the air with a smirk on his face. Kathryn felt frozen as she kept her hands on Quentin's wounds. Eyes widening in horror as he neared her.

When he was at least a foot away from her, Loretta launched herself at him. Ramming her shoulder deep into her ex-husband's gut as she did. Knocking the wind out of him in the process. Bringing the both of them down to the floor. Her Mother grabbed the bladed hand's wrist tightly in one hand. Punching her horrible ex in the face with her other. Enduring the blows he was giving her as the wrestled on the ground. Few times landing strong blows to his face and gut. Kathryn watched in amazement as her Mother kicked Freddy hard in the groin. Feeling strangely delighted as she watched her Mother ripped the glove off his hand. Slipping it on her own and slashing Freddy's face. Screaming all the things she had ever wanted to say to him in his face. A smile grew on her own as her Mother shouted at him,"I loved you! You were my entire world! I trusted you! We trusted you!"

"You fucking bastard! You horrible piece of shit!",she continued. Pushing the now horrified man into a corner of the room. He was cowering now, using his arms to shield his face. Almost as if he was afraid of his ex-wife. The urge to laugh was ugly and overwhelming as she watched this play out. It was strangely satisfying and terrifying all at the same time. She couldn't explain why as she put more pressure on Quen's wound. Not saying a word as her Mother continued to hurt Freddy. When the man was pushed into the corner fully, Loretta slashed at his arms and legs. Kicking him a few times as she screamed at him. No words just screaming.