Cat slipped into her house, silent as a mouse sneaking a piece of cheese. She then slowly shut the door behind her, hearing the lock softly 'click' shut. Sighing, she dropped her obnoxiously pink back pack, watching as the bag slid down her arm and plopped down onto the wooden floor.
"Why don't you go get a job!"
"Why don't you just shut up already! I'm tired of hearing your damn voice!"
SMACK!
Cat cringed at the sound of her parents yelling, followed by glass shattering. This wasn't unusual in the Valentine household. Cat's parents fought for years. It was mainly because of her and her brother, she knew that. They weren't, well, normal children. Her brother was always going from doctor to doctor, clinic to clinic, her parents hoping that the doctors could "fix" him. She herself had been diagnosed at the age of ten with bipolar disorder.
Soft brown eyes glimmering with fear and tears looked up to see her father storm down the stairs, her mother running after him. Her father was a muscular man, big and husky with dark brown hair and a scruff. Her mother was the exact opposite, long dirty brown hair and a thin frame.
"Don't walk away from me Jim! We aren't done talking!."
"I think we are!"
Cat whimpered and ran up the stairs. She walked up to the linen closet, pulling out a black dustpan and a small broom. Walking to her parents room, her eyes widened in shock. It was more of a mess then she thought. They must have gotten into a major fight when she was with Jade..
Jade.
Jade, the thought of that women brought a smile to Cat's lips. She was just so nice, yet edgy at the same time. And they both were the same in the way, they both liked girls. Well, at least she thought so. She wasn't so sure, honestly, just that she knew that she felt more slightly attracted to girls.
When Cat and her friend were hanging out together, she would always secretly gawk at the female celebrities, never the males like her friends. She was the only one in her small group of friends who was not gawking over 'One Direction' or 'Justin Beiber.'
Cat sighed as she got down on her knee's, sweeping up the shards of glass from the carpet. She started to puck up the smaller bits, carefully placing them in a trash bag.
"Ow!" Cat yelped as she recoiled, pulling her hand back as she watched a droplet of crimson red liquid glide across her finger, a droplet falling onto the beige carpet. She whimpered and stood, walking to the bathroom.
Cat rummaged through the medicine cabinet, finding a disinfecting spray and a Band-Aid. She sprayed the wound before carefully wrapping it in the band-aid. She looked it over, examining it to make sure that the cut was all patched up.
Once certain that her finger was in perfect care, Cat walked back to her parents bedroom. She picked up the rest of the glass, more carefully now, and placed it in the trash bag. Around thirty minutes later, the room was all cleaned up.
Cat smiled, about to leave the room when a voice boomed from behind her.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?!"
Cat jumped, a squeak escaping her lips. She turned around, and saw her father. "Well?" he demanded rather gruffly, and Cat winced as she could smell the rum on his breath.
"I-I was just c-cleaning up the mess…" Cat managed to utter out.
"Get the hell out!" Her father roared, and Cat squealed in fear, dropping the white trash bag and running out of her parents room and into the safety of her own. She shut the door and let out breaths of relief.
She looked around the room. This room was now her safe haven. She smiled, her walls were a pattern of pink and purple with white furniture, and a pink bed. Posters littered her walls and stuffed animals lined her bed and shelves.
Cat smiled as she picked up a purple giraffe from its resting spot upon her pillow. She giggled and stroked the giraffe's name. Her Nona had given the giraffe to her for her tenth birthday, to which she named him "Mr. Purple."
"Hey Mr. Purple." Cat cooed, giggling as she stroked the purple mane of the stuffed animal giraffe. She sighed and looked down, tracing the patterns of the stuffed animals fur.
"Get off the damn couch!"
"No! Leave me the hell alone!"
"Be quiet! Your daughter might hear you!"
Cat cringed when hearing her say "your daughter", why did her mother not say "our daughter?" she sighed and collapsed back across the pink and orange bed spread, placing Mr. Purple beside her.
A light bulb then went off in her head. Jade! She had given Cat her number, and said that she could always give her a ring.
Cat smiled, pulling out her cherry pink pear phone from her pocket, along with the slip of paper with Jade's number on it. She smiled as she punched in the number and pressed "Call" on the touch screen.
"I'm home!" The raven haired girl called as she walked into their Manor of a home. She smiled, removing her blue coat with black buttons and tossing it in the coat closet.
"Hey!" The perky voice that Jade had now loved answered as she saw her wife walk through the hallway and into the living room, going up and kissing Jade on the cheek. "How was your day?" Tori asked with her usual happy tone of voice as she walked back into the kitchen, Jade following behind her.
"Great," Jade replied with a smile dancing across her glossed lips as she walked into the kitchen, stopping when seeing the red velvet cake that her wife apparently had baked. "Whoa," she commented, aquamarine eyes wide in shock. She knew that Tori had a habit to bake every so often, but she never knew that she was this good.
Jade swiped her index finger through the frosting, licking it off her finger while murmuring a muffled "Mmm.", earning herself a smack on the arm from Tori.
"Hey!" Tori said playfully, "Bad Jade! That's not until later."
Jade just sighed and rolled her eyes, the smirk never leaving her lips. She leaned back against the wall, watching as Tori added another lair of red velvet frosting to the cake.
"Oh! You'll never guess who I ran into," Jade commented, making Tori look up with curiosity. "Who?" she asks. "One of your students, Cat Valentine."
Tori's eyebrows lifted in surprise. Wow, Small world. But she smiled none the less, "Cool." She said. "So what happened?"
"Not much, we sort of bumped into each other, literally, and I offered her a ride home." She said. "That's how I found out she was in your class."
"Hm." Tori said with a shrug of her shoulders before returning her attention to the cake. Just then Jade's phone began to ring.
"Your phone's ringing," Tori said plainly, her tongue curled up around her upper lip in concentration as she carefully applied the layer of frosting to the cake.
"Thanks Catharine Obvious," Came Jade's snarky reply, using an old joke from when the two were teens in high school. Tori chuckled and rolled her chocolate brown eyes as Jade pulled out her black pear phone from her purse.
She looked at the screen. It showed a number, but not a number she knew. "Hm." She murmured to herself, pressing the 'accept call' button and placing the pear phone to her ear as she walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"Hello?" Jade spoke into the phone.
"Hello? Is this Miss Jade?" came a small voice.
It took Jade a few seconds, but then she soon remembered who the voice belonged too.
"Cat?"
So this chapter is kinda dark…Well, I was listening to 'The Diary of Jane' when writing this, so that might explain it. Lol. But it sorta needs to be for the plot to fall into place.
Wanna know the plot? Well, ya can't now! So keep reading! XD
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