Inspired by "By Your Hand." on the artsy website deviant art, created by ~Little-Robins.
So I dedicate this story to them as their artwork gave me particular thoughts about Kitty's bitchy qualities towards Marley.
Not a femmlash or whatever the hell it's called! This is friendship, hurt/comfort, general, ect!
It had been a few days since Sectionals was lost. Marley was in the hospital still and in a deep sleep. She was fine before, when she was brought back to the choir room after her black out, but as New Directions was leaving for the night Marley passed out again and she hadn't woken up since then. Everyone has gone to visit Marley at least one or twice, just to visit and talk to her as if she were awake.
Except Kitty.
Tina and Artie blamed Marley for their lost. But they, like everyone else in the group, blamed Kitty for this. They yelled and talked down to her for her actions against Marley. If Finn and Will had more reasons other than jealously against Marley on Kitty, then Kitty would be removed from the group. But she had done nothing else and stayed on the team.
Kitty was use to it all. The constant screaming, the constant being talked down, the constant on everything that the glee kids done to her. Why? It happens at home all the time.
Kitty was walking home one afternoon from cheering practice. She asked the others if they wanted to go out until eleven, but they had homework and other things to do than stay out longer. Kitty secretly wished she could be with someone for some reason and not return home. But she had no reason to stay out longer and was forced to go home. And as she walked home she knew how her home would be, the usual routines. It never surprised her.
Back home she was ignored. Her mother barely notice her daughter, she possibly she didn't know she even had a daughter. Her rich social friends, her secret boyfriends, and jewelry and green bills were more sparkly in her eyes than Kitty winning an award at the age of five for spelling Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. If anything she'd notice Kitty when Kitty got in trouble back in middle school when she fought girls.
Back home her father ignored her. Though Kitty was ninety-nine percent sure this man who she is forced to call "father" and "dad", isn't her biological dad and instead a stranger who married her mother and just took Kitty along as an item. This man use to drink several beer cans a day and when his can was empty he'd call his wife or Kitty in the living room, throw the empty can at their head and demand that they get him another beer can. Usually her mother would throw the empty can back at the old man and fight him, physically, whilst Kitty leave the room swiftly and grab this man a new beer can. But even then it wouldn't please Phil.
Phil would grab Kitty by her ponytail and yank her to the ground. Whilst clutching her swirls ponytail he would kick her back with his hiker boots several time, then he lift her by the ponytail and lift her off the ground by an inch. He slap her across the face then punch her stomach. He didn't notice anything but her pain.
Not even the tears that grew down her face.
Growing up in this house she watched them fight, her mother and the stranger. They'd screeched at the top of their lungs and throw punches and kicks at one another. Why her mother never left the man Kitty never understood, but she was too busy to ask her mother those type of questions. Kitty would be hiding in the her locked closet, in her locked door to her bedroom, bawling her eyes out and wishing they stop at the moment.
Call her insane but Kitty actually believed in wishes coming true. Every night she look out her window and find the brightest star in the sky. It was then she smiled and start praying.
"Heavenly angel named Princess Faith of Hope and Dreams, please save me from this dungeon of Hell. Take me away from Satan and Witch of a wife in anyway possible. Have social protection people come to me and save me from this hell house, have the stupid blissful Glee kids with their astonishing Lima ass parents one way or another discover out who I settle in the midst of Hell and rescue me into their homes—like Brittany or Sugar's home. Or even yet," At this point Kitty would shed tears. "Please. Please, kill me. Or else I'll have to kill myself. I'll do it, Heavenly Angel, I'll kill myself to get away from those people who call themselves my parents."
Kitty got home and found Phil in the living room with a pile of beer bottles all around him and currently drinking another in her hand. She could hear banging and laughing from upstairs in what she assumed was her mother's bedroom. Kitty rolled her eyes as she went into the kitchen to find whatever was left. Nothing in the cabinets except a crappy box of dollar macaroni and cheese, and nothing in the fridge but old sour milk that expired three weeks ago, leftover tuna fish sandwiches from month ago and moldy cheese. She found everything disgusting and closed the fridge. She went to the cabinet that held the macaroni and cheese and took the box.
She boiled a pot of water and did her homework as she waited for the boiled water boiled enough to pour the box in. She heard her mother come down the stairs and footsteps behind her. Kitty rolled her eyes as her mother, Susan, her a new boyfriend of hers walked into the room, wearing nothing but their underwear and huge grins on their face as they laughed.
"Susan we best hurry if we're going to make it to the cruise ship."
"Sure Steve, let me just get my dress on." Susan said, kissing his lips. She then proceed to leave the room and head into another room.
Steve laughed then noticed Kitty. A snarl on his face he questioned, "Who the hell are you?"
"Who the hell are you? My moms fifteenth boyfriend this week?" Kitty questioned, glaring at him. "Look my Mom doesn't need you in life and this family certainly doesn't appreciate you being here at all."
"Listen you—" Steve began stomping his way towards her. "Your that little bitch of Susan, the bastard child she wished she never had. Karoline."
"Kathleen." Kitty replied. "Kathleen Susan Wilde, if you wish to know. And who the hell are you?"
"Stephan Edwards Dozier, of the Dozier Oil Company on my fathers side of the family and the Dozier Hotels located throughout The United States."
"Oh the shitty hotels that come in second place with Hilton Hotels?" Kitty bluntly questioned the man. "How uninteresting you smelly skunk."
"Bastard bitch. Susan doesn't even like you." Steve said.
"Well too bad for her because I'm fifteen and for the next four years I'm living here in this rabbit hole." Kitty remarked as she poured her food in the pot.
"Listen you—" Steve began to say, but was interrupted by Susan walking into the room in her white dress and white suite jacket.
"Steve, please, go get dress and get the car. I'll be there in a moment." Susan said.
As soon as Steve left Susan began adjusting her make in the kitchen mirror. Seconds inrto reapplying her bright red lipstick she saw Kitty. "Oh, Kimberly darling! When did you arrive?"
"Fifteen ago." Kitty said. "And it's Kitty, Mom, short for Kathleen."
"How was beauty camp?" Susan asked, applying her mascara. "Did you make any new friends?"
"I was at school, Mother." Kitty said. "Where are you going?"
"Cruise ship to Hawaii from California, Darling. Steve and I are taking a plane from here to California then on the ship by tomorrow afternoon! I'll be out for a few weeks, about eight. Feel free to use my credit cards for ordering food. Oh and Aunt Myra got sick darling so your little sister Annabelle is coming home."
"Annabelle?" Kitty asked. "Mom, her name is Katherine. We all her Kathy."
"No darling, her name is Annabelle." Susan smiled and went over to Kitty. "How would I not remember my own baby's name, Kimberly?"
"Of course." Kitty bluntly answered, feeling put down again. "When she coming over?"
"In a while, darling." She groomed Kitty's shoulders. "Kiss kiss darling," She gave Kitty air kisses on both cheeks. "Have fun with Daddy and Annabelle. Tootles."
Susan left the kitchen. Kitty watched from the kitchen window as her mother and Steve left in a white range rover for the cruise ship. She had tears down her face, wishing she and her little sister could go along with their mother. At least then if they were ignored she and Kathy would have something to do like swimming and having fun.
Kathy was Kitty's two year old sister. Well, half sister, but Kitty was sure her mother wouldn't ever have children again and Kitty always wanted a full blooded little sister. So she called Kathy her little sister, by full blood. Kathy had brown hair but the same green eyes as Kitty. Kathy looked more like her mother than Kitty did and their mother looked exactly like the actress Claire Danes.
A while after the food was made Kitty was finishing up the last piece of homework when she heard a doorbell. Knowing Phil could care less, Kitty answered the door and found a man in a gray suite holding a little girl in his arms. The little girl smiled as she recognized her big sister.
"Kitty Cat!" The tiny girl screeched with a huge grin her on face.
"Hi Baby Kitty." Kitty smiled, taking Kathy in her arms. "I've got a surprise for you!"
After taking Kathy inside and thanking the man for bringing Kathy to the house, Kitty brought Kathy upstairs and placed her on her bed. Kitty went to her closet and dug through. She found was she was looking for. She turned back to Kathy, with the surprise behind her back and walked over. Smiling she said, "Guess what I have, Kathy?"
"Wha?"
Kitty pulled out from behind her old toy teddy bear. A tan stuffed teddy bear in a pink ballerina dress. Kathy squeled in delight as she grabbed the toy.
"Teddy! Teddy!"
"She's been waiting for you." Kitty replied. Kitty has had this bear since she was about Kathy's age and decided to give her the toy. "She couldn't wait to meet you, Kathy."
"Kitty Cat!" She laughed out, playing with the toy.
Kitty smiled until she heard Phil roar.
"Little bitch, get me another beet bottle!" Phil screeched. "And make me dinner while we're at it, make that last box of macaroni and cheese!"
"Sh—" Kitty said, now realizing she had eaten the last box. Kitty ran to the window and locked it. She turned on the television in her room and put on a kids movie. "Kathy, I'll be back in a little while. Just watch this, okay?"
"Ok!"
Downstairs Kitty ran to the basement, swiftly, and got another bottle of beer. She slowly went back up and into the living room. She crept up behind Phil and handed the bottle over. "Here Phil."
Phil snatched the bottle from her hands, causing Kitty to jump back. "What took so long? Never mind, make me the food."
"Phil…."
"Dad."
"Dad," Kitty sadly fixed herself. "We—we don't have anymore food."
Phil deathly glared at her with angry eyes. "What do you mean we don't have more food!? I got the last box in the kitchen!"
"Phil—Dad, I—" Kitty started to say.
Phil jumped up and pointed a finger at her. "You fucking bitch! You ate it, didn't you? After I told you when you came home to NOT EAT the last box? You little bitch, why I ought to—"
Phil grabbed Kitty by her ponytail and dragged her to the ground. He stepped on her side, crushing her side, and tugged her ponytail. She screeched in pain, feeling the tears run down her face. Phil dragged her by the hair to the bathroom. He grabbed her neck and held her over the toilet.
"Shove your fingers down your throat until everything it out!" Phil demanded, his voice sounded like Satan. "Now! Shove them!"
Kitty cried, not wanting to shove her fingers in the back of her throat. But Phil kicked her back and she placed two fingers in the back of her throat.
She shoved them. Deeply enough and puked up acid and the macaroni. She felt hot tears run down her face as she felt herself vomit everything back up.
Ten minute later Kitty was back in her room. Kathy was asleep on the bed. Kitty covered Kathy in a blanket, kissed her sister, and turned off the t.v and the lights. Kitty made herself a bed on the floor by the window. She glanced out and up at the stars and found the bightest star.
"Heavenly angel named Princess Faith of Hope and Dreams… save Kathy before I kill myself."