No one had any guesses about what happened to mommy dearest. Guess you'll find out now. Let's get to writing!
I woke up to the sound of ruffling sheets.
I was in my bed, and my head hurt like hell. I tried to sit up, but an arm stopped me. Kitty.
"Don't," She ordered. "You have worse injuries to your head than I do. You might have a concussion."
I sighed. "What happened to dad?"
She sighed as well. "He fell over after you passed out. He was more drunk than I'd seen him in quite a while." She smiled sadly. "Katie's getting you water as we speak."
Right on que, Katie walked in with some water. Her face was sad, but I could tell she was happy to see me awake.
"About time." She smiled. "I was beginning to think we lost you." She grinned at Kitty. "Kitty made me get the water to dump on you." As she handed me the water she added, "And it's Sunday. You were out for the rest of Friday and all of Saturday."
My eyes got wide. "What?" I couldn't have missed that much.
"Sorry," Kitty looked down. "We tried to wake you yesterday, but…" She trailed off.
I looked her over. She had a slight bruise on her forehead. It didn't look to bad, but I could tell that she had used make up to cover most of it. I could also tell that her right arm was injured. She wasn't using it like she used to.
"What injuries do you have?" I asked in a voice that said 'don't you dare lie.'
Kitty looked down for a minute. When she looked back up, she had tears in her eyes. I knew she would never let them fall, but it was still shocking. In all my life I'd only seen her cry for Kyle and when she was a baby, of course. Come to think of it, none of us cried since Kyle died. Katie had come close, but she never let one fall. I never seemed to feel the need to cry either.
"I have a badly bruised head, and my arm was pulled in a wrong position." She took a deep breath. Katie looked down at her feet.
Taking a breath, I said quietly, "Where's mom?"
The reaction to that was terrible. Katie sunk to the floor hugging her knees. Kitty gave into the tears and let them fall. Something bad had happened. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to know after that, but I looked at Kitty silently.
She looked at me, tears running down her face. She whispered, "We found her, her body in the backyard." She let out a choked sob. "Dad… He, he made us bury her in the yard like a, like an animal." She burst into sobs.
I leaned forward and hugged her. I don't know why, but didn't even cry. I didn't even feel the need to. I blame it on the shock.
While Kitty cried into me, I saw Katie sobbing on the floor. She looked at me and I motioned for her to come join us. She didn't even hesitate; she ran and they both cried while I thought over what we were going to do.
We probably weren't going to be able to dance. We might even have to change schools. Katie was in no way going to be able to get a job. It would be bad if he turned his anger on her. There was no way I was going to let that happen.
But what were we going to do about our father?
He killed our mother; that was obvious. What if he tried to do that to one of us? If even one of us was lost, it wouldn't turn out well for the other two, but it might get the police involved.
We could always tell the police.
No. There was no way I was going to do that. The number one thing we had feared since Kyle died was being sent to foster care. Kitty would especially be affected by it. Katie also shouldn't be in that position. And me, I was down right terrified by it. I never wanted and never will go to a foster home.
I decided on staying, but watching ourselves.
Eventually, Kitty and Katie calmed down. I told them the plan, and they agreed completely.
Well, almost.
"What about you two dancing?" Katie asked. "I could still take that job."
"No," I said firmly. "He might turn his anger to you, and I can't let that happen. We can't join the group. Sorry."
"You guys are going. I'm not telling the lady I quit before I even started. You guys can do your own thing, but I'm still taking that job." She crossed her arms and stared us down.
Kitty and I shared a look. She always was stubborn.
I sighed. "Fine, but you have to be careful about when you leave. Try your best to stay away from dad, okay?"
She nodded and hugged me. "Thank you!"
When she sat back, I asked, "What time is it?"
Katie looked at her phone. "It's about eight o'clock."
"Um…?"
"PM" Kitty answered my unknown question.
"Kay." I looked around. "Can we got something to eat; I'm starving."
They smiled and we snuck down stairs to get some food.
For the little bit of the day left, we stayed in Katie's room, talking about nothing and everything. It was fun. We hadn't tried to talk together in almost forever.
Around nine thirty, we went to bed. Kitty and I returned to our room and slept in a dreamless sleep.
The next day, we got ready for school faster than we had ever before. Our father was asleep on the couch when we left. Katie walked to school in another direction while Kitty and I walked the short distance to MSA.
While we walked, something occurred to us: the crew had heard what our dad had shouted over the phone on Friday. I really hope they don't say anything today. We had practice with them today, there was a high possibility they might point it out.
"What are we going to do if they ask?" I asked my twin.
She thought about it for a minute. When she talked, she started slowly. "We could just say he was mad. My bruise and your head injury are going to be a bit of a problem, though."
Right. I had a huge bump on my head. It hurt like hell and I had to wear a hat to cover it. It's right above my temple. If someone touched it, I could barely hold back a cry of pain. Like when Kitty touched it this morning. She was the one that suggested the hat.
"I guess I'll be wearing the hat all day then," I said.
"I guess so." She sighed. "I wish mom was still here." I could see the tears welling up again.
I stopped walking and grabbed her arm, the good one.
"Don't cry, Kitty," I said. "You have to be strong. It's going to be okay. You still have me and Katie. We'll be here for you, and mostly, we need to be here for Katie."
She nodded, whipping the tears out of her eyes. "You're right. Come on, we're going to be late."
The rest of the walk was quiet. The only thing we said to each other was 'see you' when we went our separate ways.
The day was good. No one seemed to notice my head, or the fact that Kitty didn't use her right arm. Her hair covered the bruise.
By lunch time, no one even asked. The MSA crew hadn't come up to us in the hall or anything, so we figured we were safe.
When we walked out into the lunch room, they called us over.
"Hey, guys," Kitty said as we sat down. "How's it going?"
"Great!" They all pretty much said.
We talked for most of the hour, but I could tell they were dying to ask how Friday turned out. Kitty noticed too. I could tell because she kept biting her lip; she does that when she's nervous.
By the end of lunch, we had been able to avoid the question, but we still had practice after school. That may not go as well.
For the rest of the day, I was fidgety. I didn't focus on my music as much as I should've, but by the end of the day, everything was fine.
That was until Kitty and I walked into the studio. The rest of the crew were all looking at us. It was obvious what they wanted to know, but Kitty still tried to look innocent.
Innocent until proven guilty, right?
I let her do the talking; after all, she was the actress.
"What's up guys?" She smiled. "What we going to do today?"
They all looked at her.
Her smile didn't falter.
They must have decided to put it bluntly, because cable asked, "What happened after you left Friday?"
"Oh." Kitty smiled nicely. "We went home and just got into trouble. He has a bit of a temper." She shrugged with a 'what can you do' smile.
They nodded, but I could tell they were still suspicious.
"Let's get to work then." Missy walked over to turn on the music.
The practice started off pretty well. They showed us what to do and we put it together. We were having fun, but after a while something happened that neither Kitty nor I had thought of.
Kitty and I were in the spot light. They were watching us put it together, fixing the occasional thing when it happened.
My head started hurting so badly, that I had to close my eyes. I tried to keep dancing, but it was too much. I fell onto the floor.
The music stopped immediately. I could feel Kitty fall to her knees and turn me onto my back. My heads hurt worse than ever. It felt like someone was pushing my skull together.
I grabbed my head and turned away from the light. It hurt too much to look at. I could feel that everyone was there, watching me.
Kitty kept trying to get me to calm down, but I just held my head muttering thing like 'stop' and 'make it go away.'
My voice sounded stranger to my ears. In the back ground, I could hear Kitty saying, "Just breath, Foxy. Focus on something else. It's okay, come on, Foxy."
Slowly, the pain stopped, but I was still dizzy and the light still hurt.
"Turn off the lights," I whispered.
I heard Kitty tell someone the order louder. Soon, it was dark in the studio.
I sat up slowly. It may have been dark, but the sun still shone through the curtains giving us enough light to see.
I could see that the whole crew was watching me. They were looking at my head. Only then did I realize that my hat had fallen off.
"What happened?" I heard Monster ask. The look on his face was sad. He also was looking at my head.
"Nothing," I said as I stood up. I started gathering my stuff. It was getting time to be home. Katie's job was almost over. Wait.
I just realized, I had slept through Katie's birthday. What kind of big sister am I?
Kitty, being the only person who could read me, said, "It wasn't your fault."
I turned to face her. "I missed our little sister's birthday." My voice came out completely blank. The only other time my voice had come out like that was after I got the news that Kyle was officially dead.
Kitty winced. She remembered. The rest of the crew looked confused, but worried.
"We need to get home before Katie does," I said walking out the door.
I didn't look behind me but I could tell Kitty was close behind. When she reached me, we didn't talk at all. We just walked in silence for the rest of the time.
When we got home, Katie had just arrived. Our dad was nowhere in sight.
"Everything go okay?" Kitty asked.
"Yeah!" Katie grinned. "My boss was really nice to me. I had fun and I get my money by Friday."
"Good."
We did our homework and hung out. That was pretty much our night. We went to bed early because we didn't want to risk being awake when he got home.
I really hope the next day will go better.
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