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AN: In the very beginning of this chapter Kathryn is soft. But from next chapter on, she'll be the hardened bitch we all know and love.
Sanctuary
Prologue
Summary- Kathryn moves in with her aunt and abusive uncle after her parents are killed.
"He would want me to say Kathryn." She looked up to see a few of the older patrons of the church walking towards her. She wiped away the tears on her face and watched as they looked at her with sympathetic expressions.
They whispered something in the reverends ear and he pulled her aside. "I need to talk to you Kathryn."
She politely excused herself and walked away from the podium. Nervously, she walked into the reverends' office and sat down on a wooden chair in front of his desk. He sat on the front of the desk and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry to have to break the news to you. But you're parents were in a plane accident." She gripped the side of the chair she was sitting in.
"Are they alright?" He just shook her head. Suddenly overwhelmed, Kathryn slumped back in her chair as tears formed behind her eyes.
"Kathryn they didn't make it."
**
"I'm sure my parents would have loved to hear all the nice things you said about them Aunt Callie." Kathryn said through sobs.
"Dear, it's going to be alright. I'm going to take care of you. And you'll have Uncle Vincent when I'm not around." Kathryn shook her head in agreement as she picked up one of her suitcases.
Her aunt left the room before Kathryn said goodbye to her room. She walked into the hall and closed her bedroom door behind her. She put her suitcase down, opened the door that was across the hall and walked in.
Sebastian's room was just as he had left it. Her aunt had decided to keep the penthouse for when Kathryn wanted to come back to New York. Kathryn had resolved to take all of her things to Paris where her aunt and uncle lived. Kathryn was a sophomore in high school at Manchester Prep. She was class president since freshman year and was very upset to be leaving her school.
She walked up to Sebastian's old desk and looked at the pictures of them together sitting in golden picture frames. They had been stepsiblings for seven years and had grown quite close. They told each other everything and were starting to fall in love, but his death had put a stop to all of that.
He had died a few weeks before their parents. He was in a car accident and didn't have his seat belt on. They had gotten into a fight before he left and the last thing she said to him was "I hate you and wish you were dead." Since then she blamed herself because she was the reason he was in that car and had never forgiven herself. Kathryn had sent his car into the shop to restore it because it was a way for her to keep his memory alive. She had planned on having it shipped over to her in Paris.
She picked up the picture that had been taken a few weeks before he had died. She studied the picture for a while and brushed away the stray tear that fell down her cheek. She stuffed it in her purse and walked away from the desk and out the door. She looked back into his room for the last time and whispered "Goodbye Sebastian. I'll always miss you." She backed out the room and closed the door behind her. She picked up her suitcase from the hall and left the house and the memories she had in New York behind.
**
The limo pulled up in front of a massive estate that overlooked the beach. The climate was very warm and it was spring. Kathryn stepped out of the limo and looked at her surroundings. There were tennis courts at the far end of the property. An Olympic sized pool was on the side of the house overlooking the panoramic view. The house was covered in ivy and several stables could be seen near the wooded region. Several servants ran out of the front door to pull large suitcases out of the trunk of the limo she was in and the other limo behind them.
Her aunt rubbed her back and led her into the house. The foyer was immense and an elaborate chandelier hung above them. The winding stairway split two ways. Kathryn's Aunt Callie led her up the left staircase and down the eternal hallway. The threshold at the very end of the hallway was her bedroom. Her aunt left Kathryn alone to explore her room on her own.
Kathryn's mouth dropped in awe as she checked out her luxurious suite. Her bedroom in New York was spacious, but not as refined as her new home. She walked into the sitting room, which consisted of a few plush chaises and a wall sized flat screen television. There was a grand piano in front of the tremendous window that overlooked the property and the Eiffel Tower could be seen in the city a few miles away. The room was splendidly decorated and to Kathryn, it was perfect.
The maids brought all of her things into the sitting room and began to put them away. She helped them along as they rushed to finish their tasks. When they finished they vacated the room and closed the door behind them.
Kathryn opened the doors to her bathroom and found a 3 person Jacuzzi in front of another colossal window. It was all in Italian marble and was very beautiful. She opened the door to the adjoining bedroom and looked around. Her bedroom had a very large king sized canopy bed covered in silk sheets. She picked up one of the many remotes from the nightstand and started pressing buttons. A flat plasma screen television popped up from a bureau at the end of her bed. She pressed another button and music blasted in her rooms through the surround sound speakers that were installed throughout her 'suite'. She quickly turned the music off and put the remote down.
As she explored her new 'room', Kathryn began to get giddy. She jumped on her bed and squealed in joy. Suddenly a voice frightened her and she quickly turned around to see her Uncle Vincent standing in the doorway.
He was a tall man and rather handsome for his age. The scowl on his face aged him and made him look sour. He closed the door behind him and stalked to the bed Kathryn was laying on.
She backed up in reverence as he came closer to her. Without warning he backhanded her and she hit the back of her head on the wall behind her. She looked up at him in fear as he loomed over her with a cruel smile.
"I can tell you're going to have a nice time here."
**
Kathryn's POV
~2 Years Later~
I looked up at the sky and smiled. Tomorrow morning I would be free! As I concentrated on the Headmaster speaking I began to think of my life in the future and how hard it had been to get here.
My uncle had beaten me almost everyday while my aunt was out with her society friends. He raped me occasionally and I had lived in fear of him since the day I moved to Paris. I was so naïve back then anyways.
I had toughened up and learned how to get ahead without being a pussy. I used sex as a way to get what I wanted. No one ever knew about my alternative life and if I had it my way, they never would. I had become Paris' golden girl and was praised everywhere I went. I was miserable, and it was all because of him. But that would all end tomorrow when I leave for Milan to take over my father's empire and build my own on the side.
That smug son of a bitch. He sat there amongst all of the happy parents taking pictures of their children who were graduating. He had a sly grin slapped across his face as my aunt beamed with pride. I don't know why though, it wasn't her who got straight A's, it was me. And only because I was forced to look perfect in front of my adoring public. My uncle just looked for excuses to beat me, so if I got a B, I got a punch in the gut.
The only thing that got me to smile in spite of my troubles was the picture I had taken with Sebastian two weeks before he died. I hid the picture from my uncle because I knew if he found it he would take it away from me. We were so happy and I truly loved Sebastian. I to this day have thought about what I could have told him if I had known it would be the last time I saw him. I knew the real him and accepted him and all his flaws and I know that he loved me as well. I wasn't the supreme bitch that I am now, but I think that it has only made me stronger to hold all of my emotions in and not let that bastard see me cry.
He's played all kinds of mind games with me to show me how weak I am. But as the time progressed, I was able to fight how I felt and be dead to the world around me. The only way I could survive and still hold onto my dignity was to hide in my shell. So in a way, he has made me want a successful future. But can there be a happy ending for someone like me?
When my name was called, it knocked me out of my reverie and I plastered a fake smile on my face. I stood up in front of the crowd and began to read my speech. (The speech is translated: Kathryn lives in France, so she's speaking French.)
"I am honored to be Ridgewood's School for Girls valedictorian for the class of 2003. As class president for 2 years, I had made it my duty to be a role model for the younger generation. The times we have had together as a class I will always remember. The future is never certain, but the one thing that is is that we all have a chance to make a difference in this world. So good luck to all of you wherever you go."
**
I took one more look around before following the servants out of the main bedroom. To me, this place wasn't a home. It was like it was a prison that kept me from living and I vowed until the day that I die that I would never come back here. I cradled the picture frame in my hand and closed the doors behind me.
I stood in front of the limo as I gave my aunt a hug. She hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek over and over. I was going to miss her. She was very nice to me but she didn't see what was going on right in front of her face. But that ends today.
I looked over at my uncle and gave him a smile. He smirked at me and pulled me into an air-sucking hug. He whispered in my ear "Remember, I own you Kathryn."
I pulled a brown envelope from my bag and handed it to my aunt. "Here auntie. It's a tape I made for you about how much I appreciate what you've done for me. I want you to see it by yourself. Uncle Vincent, I have one for you too. I want you to see yours alone as well."
I shoved it into his hands and he squinted his eyes at me in suspicion. I just smiled and waved before I got into the limo. I had paid for Sebastian's car to be shipped to Milan. Everything was at my new home in Milan. And I was looking forward to being on my own and conquering a new city.
As the estate fell out of view and we were well on our way to the international airport, I smiled. Free at last, free at last. Thank God almighty I'm free at last.
To Be Continued
AN: Please let me know what you think of it. And suggestions are always welcome! I'll update after I get feedback.
Please Review!
AN: In the very beginning of this chapter Kathryn is soft. But from next chapter on, she'll be the hardened bitch we all know and love.
Sanctuary
Prologue
Summary- Kathryn moves in with her aunt and abusive uncle after her parents are killed.
"He would want me to say Kathryn." She looked up to see a few of the older patrons of the church walking towards her. She wiped away the tears on her face and watched as they looked at her with sympathetic expressions.
They whispered something in the reverends ear and he pulled her aside. "I need to talk to you Kathryn."
She politely excused herself and walked away from the podium. Nervously, she walked into the reverends' office and sat down on a wooden chair in front of his desk. He sat on the front of the desk and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry to have to break the news to you. But you're parents were in a plane accident." She gripped the side of the chair she was sitting in.
"Are they alright?" He just shook her head. Suddenly overwhelmed, Kathryn slumped back in her chair as tears formed behind her eyes.
"Kathryn they didn't make it."
**
"I'm sure my parents would have loved to hear all the nice things you said about them Aunt Callie." Kathryn said through sobs.
"Dear, it's going to be alright. I'm going to take care of you. And you'll have Uncle Vincent when I'm not around." Kathryn shook her head in agreement as she picked up one of her suitcases.
Her aunt left the room before Kathryn said goodbye to her room. She walked into the hall and closed her bedroom door behind her. She put her suitcase down, opened the door that was across the hall and walked in.
Sebastian's room was just as he had left it. Her aunt had decided to keep the penthouse for when Kathryn wanted to come back to New York. Kathryn had resolved to take all of her things to Paris where her aunt and uncle lived. Kathryn was a sophomore in high school at Manchester Prep. She was class president since freshman year and was very upset to be leaving her school.
She walked up to Sebastian's old desk and looked at the pictures of them together sitting in golden picture frames. They had been stepsiblings for seven years and had grown quite close. They told each other everything and were starting to fall in love, but his death had put a stop to all of that.
He had died a few weeks before their parents. He was in a car accident and didn't have his seat belt on. They had gotten into a fight before he left and the last thing she said to him was "I hate you and wish you were dead." Since then she blamed herself because she was the reason he was in that car and had never forgiven herself. Kathryn had sent his car into the shop to restore it because it was a way for her to keep his memory alive. She had planned on having it shipped over to her in Paris.
She picked up the picture that had been taken a few weeks before he had died. She studied the picture for a while and brushed away the stray tear that fell down her cheek. She stuffed it in her purse and walked away from the desk and out the door. She looked back into his room for the last time and whispered "Goodbye Sebastian. I'll always miss you." She backed out the room and closed the door behind her. She picked up her suitcase from the hall and left the house and the memories she had in New York behind.
**
The limo pulled up in front of a massive estate that overlooked the beach. The climate was very warm and it was spring. Kathryn stepped out of the limo and looked at her surroundings. There were tennis courts at the far end of the property. An Olympic sized pool was on the side of the house overlooking the panoramic view. The house was covered in ivy and several stables could be seen near the wooded region. Several servants ran out of the front door to pull large suitcases out of the trunk of the limo she was in and the other limo behind them.
Her aunt rubbed her back and led her into the house. The foyer was immense and an elaborate chandelier hung above them. The winding stairway split two ways. Kathryn's Aunt Callie led her up the left staircase and down the eternal hallway. The threshold at the very end of the hallway was her bedroom. Her aunt left Kathryn alone to explore her room on her own.
Kathryn's mouth dropped in awe as she checked out her luxurious suite. Her bedroom in New York was spacious, but not as refined as her new home. She walked into the sitting room, which consisted of a few plush chaises and a wall sized flat screen television. There was a grand piano in front of the tremendous window that overlooked the property and the Eiffel Tower could be seen in the city a few miles away. The room was splendidly decorated and to Kathryn, it was perfect.
The maids brought all of her things into the sitting room and began to put them away. She helped them along as they rushed to finish their tasks. When they finished they vacated the room and closed the door behind them.
Kathryn opened the doors to her bathroom and found a 3 person Jacuzzi in front of another colossal window. It was all in Italian marble and was very beautiful. She opened the door to the adjoining bedroom and looked around. Her bedroom had a very large king sized canopy bed covered in silk sheets. She picked up one of the many remotes from the nightstand and started pressing buttons. A flat plasma screen television popped up from a bureau at the end of her bed. She pressed another button and music blasted in her rooms through the surround sound speakers that were installed throughout her 'suite'. She quickly turned the music off and put the remote down.
As she explored her new 'room', Kathryn began to get giddy. She jumped on her bed and squealed in joy. Suddenly a voice frightened her and she quickly turned around to see her Uncle Vincent standing in the doorway.
He was a tall man and rather handsome for his age. The scowl on his face aged him and made him look sour. He closed the door behind him and stalked to the bed Kathryn was laying on.
She backed up in reverence as he came closer to her. Without warning he backhanded her and she hit the back of her head on the wall behind her. She looked up at him in fear as he loomed over her with a cruel smile.
"I can tell you're going to have a nice time here."
**
Kathryn's POV
~2 Years Later~
I looked up at the sky and smiled. Tomorrow morning I would be free! As I concentrated on the Headmaster speaking I began to think of my life in the future and how hard it had been to get here.
My uncle had beaten me almost everyday while my aunt was out with her society friends. He raped me occasionally and I had lived in fear of him since the day I moved to Paris. I was so naïve back then anyways.
I had toughened up and learned how to get ahead without being a pussy. I used sex as a way to get what I wanted. No one ever knew about my alternative life and if I had it my way, they never would. I had become Paris' golden girl and was praised everywhere I went. I was miserable, and it was all because of him. But that would all end tomorrow when I leave for Milan to take over my father's empire and build my own on the side.
That smug son of a bitch. He sat there amongst all of the happy parents taking pictures of their children who were graduating. He had a sly grin slapped across his face as my aunt beamed with pride. I don't know why though, it wasn't her who got straight A's, it was me. And only because I was forced to look perfect in front of my adoring public. My uncle just looked for excuses to beat me, so if I got a B, I got a punch in the gut.
The only thing that got me to smile in spite of my troubles was the picture I had taken with Sebastian two weeks before he died. I hid the picture from my uncle because I knew if he found it he would take it away from me. We were so happy and I truly loved Sebastian. I to this day have thought about what I could have told him if I had known it would be the last time I saw him. I knew the real him and accepted him and all his flaws and I know that he loved me as well. I wasn't the supreme bitch that I am now, but I think that it has only made me stronger to hold all of my emotions in and not let that bastard see me cry.
He's played all kinds of mind games with me to show me how weak I am. But as the time progressed, I was able to fight how I felt and be dead to the world around me. The only way I could survive and still hold onto my dignity was to hide in my shell. So in a way, he has made me want a successful future. But can there be a happy ending for someone like me?
When my name was called, it knocked me out of my reverie and I plastered a fake smile on my face. I stood up in front of the crowd and began to read my speech. (The speech is translated: Kathryn lives in France, so she's speaking French.)
"I am honored to be Ridgewood's School for Girls valedictorian for the class of 2003. As class president for 2 years, I had made it my duty to be a role model for the younger generation. The times we have had together as a class I will always remember. The future is never certain, but the one thing that is is that we all have a chance to make a difference in this world. So good luck to all of you wherever you go."
**
I took one more look around before following the servants out of the main bedroom. To me, this place wasn't a home. It was like it was a prison that kept me from living and I vowed until the day that I die that I would never come back here. I cradled the picture frame in my hand and closed the doors behind me.
I stood in front of the limo as I gave my aunt a hug. She hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek over and over. I was going to miss her. She was very nice to me but she didn't see what was going on right in front of her face. But that ends today.
I looked over at my uncle and gave him a smile. He smirked at me and pulled me into an air-sucking hug. He whispered in my ear "Remember, I own you Kathryn."
I pulled a brown envelope from my bag and handed it to my aunt. "Here auntie. It's a tape I made for you about how much I appreciate what you've done for me. I want you to see it by yourself. Uncle Vincent, I have one for you too. I want you to see yours alone as well."
I shoved it into his hands and he squinted his eyes at me in suspicion. I just smiled and waved before I got into the limo. I had paid for Sebastian's car to be shipped to Milan. Everything was at my new home in Milan. And I was looking forward to being on my own and conquering a new city.
As the estate fell out of view and we were well on our way to the international airport, I smiled. Free at last, free at last. Thank God almighty I'm free at last.
To Be Continued
AN: Please let me know what you think of it. And suggestions are always welcome! I'll update after I get feedback.
Please Review!