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10. Suspicious Minds. Part 1.
July 22nd.
Kitty haven't gone to a therapy sessions at all. She's gotten a few calls back from Lima from someone who kept asking her to either go to therapy or call a specific number and talk to her sponsor.
Kitty's gone, but after she and Marley break off Kitty would go upstairs to where her meetings were held and go to the bathroom, climb out a window, and climb down a tree that lead to the back of the building and go leave somewhere and be by herself. She'd then come back in time for her meetings to end and meet up with Marley at the front doors.
"How's the therapy?" Marley would ask.
"Fucking great," Kitty rolled her eyes. "They still want me to talk. I'm still refusing to talk like I do back in Loserville."
Kitty sat down in her room, holding her arms to her chest as she tried to stop the blood from running down to the carpet; where it would stain for a while until she took the carpet to a dry cleaners.
She haven't slept in weeks. Every time she closed her eyes she just had the nightmares all over again and they grew intense with each sleep. Commonly though with Kathy in them, but really anything scared her shitless.
Every night she looked up and prayed the same prayer each time. Sitting or kneeling on the sandy beach she'd clasp her hands together and say a prayer.
"Heavenly angel named Princess Faith of Hope and Dreams… I'm sorry! I'm sorry for cutting again, I'm sorry for lying to everyone again! I'm really trying.. Or at least I tried, but I'd given up. Give me some strength to carry on and get better. Please? And please don't let Three Nipples or anyone else find out from me about anything, please? I promise I'm going to get better. I promise."
Promise. A huge word. Something she'd said many times before to someone and yet failed at it.
Kitty wanted to be alone for the night. Just get dressed in her pajamas and eat some of her favorite comfort foods; macaroni and cheese, chicken pot pie and chocolate chip cookies. Foods she'd never eat because she didn't want gain weight… but more so because every time she ate something a memory of Phil hitting her, because she ate the last of that food and forcing her to puke it out seconds later, would return.
She got up and was about to head to her bathroom to shower when she got a knock on the door. She grabbed her black sweatshirt and put it on then went to the door. She opened it and found Jake standing there, with the Glee kids behind him near the gates.
"Hey we're catching a film tonight. Care to join?" Jake asked.
"No." Kitty stated.
"Come on, it'll be fun."
"Nope." She said then began to close the door.
Jake put his foot in between the door. "What's wrong?" He could tell that something was bothering Kitty. "You can tell me."
"Nothing." Kitty said, "I'm just really tired.. I have slept in a few days—"
"Phil?" Jake whispered, getting closer to her.
"Not all the time, just once or twice," She lied. "I'm just going to watch.. I don't fucking know… Marley and Me. A Walk To Remember or The Notebook or Beaches or some other chick-flick."
"Such as what?" Jake asked.
"I don't know! Sixteen Candles, When Harry Met Sally, Pretty Woman, Thelma and Louise, You've Got Mail, Sex and the City, The Devil wears Prada, Dirty Dancing, Working Girl, Titanic, Ghost, Love Story. Look dose it matter what the hell I watch?"
Jake sighed and said, "I'm willing to watch Love Story with you. It's…" He leaned closer and said in a silent whisper, "A guilty pleasure film. Makes me break down and cry…but not as much as My Dog Skip. I mean, seriously, by that one point in the film with Skip... I'm done, bawling my eyes out."
"No."
"Yeah, it's the truth." Jake said. "My Mom said I wasn't allowed to watch the film again for another few months."
"No, I mean… no." Kitty said. "I'd rather be alone."
"But I—"
"THREE NIPPLES, LEAVE ME ALONE OR I'LL SMACK YOU AND GO ALL COACH SUE SYLVESTER ON YOUR ASS!" Kitty screeched at the top of her lungs, then slammed the door and locked it.
Jake just stood there, blinking. Kitty's been in a bad mood for the several weeks, and each day just grew worse and worse. He first blamed it for PMS but from what he's experienced from his mother growing up, girls don't have PMS for this long. And from what Brittany mentioned to him, Kitty's cycle lasts for a week and it's done. "Usually for Kitty it starts on the second Monday of the month and goes until that upcoming Sunday. Her cycle has a mind of it's own. All girls do...kind of. I think I'm the only one who's period doesn't have a mind. Or dose it?" She told him one day.
Jake walked downtown, a half hour walk, with the others alone. Just thinking to himself about Kitty and why she had been acting so weird. He blamed half of it on her sleepless nights, due to nightmares, but what else could it been?
"Hey you okay?" Marley's voice perked up. She stood in front of Jake looking at him. Behind her was Brittany and Blaine.
"Uh?" Jake asked.
"You seem to be spacing out," Marley pointed out. "Is this about Kitty?"
"A little… have you hung out with her lately?"
"Yeah, we go to group therapy together and walk there a lot. But other than that we've talked almost everyday." Marley mentioned.
"Has she mentioned anything about her... you know," He gave an expression. "Or anything at all? Phil, Kathy? Anything."
Marley shook her head, biting her lip.
"Britt? Did Kitty mention anything lately?"
Brittany just glared at him in curiosity. The look on her face expressed slight confusion but also deep though. Something Brittany usually never kid.
"Alright… never mind." Jake said.
As they entered the movie theater Jake's mind was still curious about Kitty and her actions.