Katy's P.O.V.

I stir as I slowly start to wake up. I sleepily open my eyes and stare in front of me at the unfamiliar-looking white wall. It takes me several seconds before my barely-awake brain registers that I'm not in my own room. When I remember where I am I gently close my eyes again before turning myself over.

"Kenny….?" I groan, reaching towards his side of the bed. My hands are greeted by only sheets. I open my eyes again to find him not in the bed. "Kenny?" I call out. Nothing. I sit up slowly and wrap myself with his dirty comforter. My clothes are in a messy heap alongside Kenny's at the foot of the bed. I grab them and get dressed quickly. I never liked getting dressed in rooms that aren't my own. My phone is also there, so I grab it to look at the time. It's ten a.m., not too bad but I should head home before my mom starts calling to ask where I am. I look at my reflection on the small screen of my phone. My hair is an absolute rats nest. I clumsily comb through it with my fingers before pulling my purple and orange beanie over my head. I cautiously make my way towards the door and turn the knob. It's unlocked, so I push it open. I look to my right and see Karen in the kitchen, eating a pop-tart. She picks up her head to look at me and smirks, taking a bite of her measly breakfast. My cheeks blush slightly but I shrug it off. "Where's your brother?" I ask.

"Which one?" She says.

"Which one do you think?" I say, walking into the kitchen to join her. She giggles.

"Kenny's in the bathroom, taking a shower. The water just shut off though so he should be out soon."

"Ah." I take a seat on the countertop.

"So did you and my brother fuck last night or what?" She says casually. My face goes red and I nervously knead my knuckles together, reminding me of Butters.

"A-Aren't you a little young to be asking questions like that?" I shakily say.

"Aren't you a little young to be doing things like that." She points to Kenny's room.

"I'm 16."

"That's young."

"Not that young….." I'm really awkward when it comes to this sort of thing. Especially talking to the 12 year old sister of the boy I just slept with. She giggles again.

"I'm just giving you a hard time, relax, yeah?" She takes another bite of the pop-tart. I give her a small smile, but I can tell my face is still tomato red. The bathroom door opens from down the hall and Kenny walks out wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. Well it's raggedy and stained, but it probably used to be white. His blonde hair is dripping wet and sticking to his forehead. His hair's gotten so long that he has to brush it out of the way to keep it from covering his eyes.

"Oh look, it's my favorite girl! And Katy's here too!" He greets. This causes Karen to giggle again.

"Watch it, McCormick." I threaten. He pats Karen on the head before hopping up on the counter next to me.

"I'm just messing around." He smiles.

"You need a haircut." I say.

"I know, but we don't get haircuts very often. 'Frivolous spending' says mom."

"I could cut your hair if you want."

"Really?"

"Yeah! I mean, I'm not a beautician or anything, but It wouldn't be too hard, your hair's naturally messy anyways so I can't really make it look bad."

"Hey I'm not going to pass up a free haircut, and I definitely trust you."

"Okay cool! Later though, I need to get home before my mom blows a gasket or something." I wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss him sweetly. As we release, he presses his forehead against mine.

"I had fun last night." He practically whispers.

"Mhm, me too." I say. I completely forgot Karen was there until she makes an obnoxious gagging sound.

"Ew! Get a room or something!" She says, making a disgusted face. Kenny and I laugh and I hop down off the counter.

"See you later Karen, and I'll see you tomorrow, Ken." I say.

"Back for more so soon?" Kenny smirks, Karen grimaces.

"At school I mean, dimwit. Tomorrow's Monday."

"Oh yeah." He says. I giggle a little bit as I head to the front door. I open it and step outside, closing it behind me. I look up and immediately stop in my tracks as I see what's in front of me. My mom is outside the house, retrieving today's mail from our mailbox. I didn't even think of checking to make sure the coast was clear. Maybe if I stand still she won't see me. She remains blissfully unaware and I practically hold my breath and wait for her to go inside. I'm almost off the hook, come on, just wait a little longer and she'll be inside...That's when the door behind me slaps open.

"Hey, Katy! You left your coat inside." Says my boyfriend behind me. Fuck. My mom's head snaps in our direction at the sudden call of my name. Her eyes find me, but not long before they find the attractive boy holding my coat, still wearing nothing but a towel.

"Thanks." I choke out, grabbing my coat quickly. He's oblivious to our awkward situation and he makes sure to make it even more awkward by planting a kiss on my cheek with a "See you at school tomorrow!" before going back inside. My mom's expression is cold. She stands on the porch and waits for me to approach. Well this is it, I'm going to die today. I had a good run, 16 years is long enough, and at least I'm not dying a virgin. I take small steps forward and hold my head down, waiting for my inevitable slaughter. My mom holds the door open and keeps her death stare on me as I walk into the house. I hold my coat to my chest as I walk into the living room. I would sit down, but I think my punishment wouldn't be as bad if I was at eye level with her. She approaches me and places her hands sternly on her hips. I swallow hard. "I bet that looked pretty bad…." I get out.

"Ya think? You need to explain yourself, RIGHT NOW!" She says. I cringe at her volume change.

"Um...w-well last night I was at Wendy's house…" My brain searches for excuses. "And...I left her house some time ago this morning and went to the McCormick's across the street to see the little girl that lives there. She tried to commit suicide a few days ago and I was checking to see how she was doing." I scratch the back of my neck. I'm hoping it's a believable enough excuse. She purses her lips together.

"Why did that boy kiss your cheek?" Her face is starting to redden in anger.

"It didn't mean anything! He was just giving me my coat, he doesn't like me like that, he's….um….well he's gay." I say matter-of-factly. The look on her face tells me she doesn't believe it.

"This Wendy girl...how close are you with her?"

"Uh I mean, she's my friend."

"Just your friend?"

"Yes, just my friend." I'll lie to her about having a boyfriend, but I won't tell her I have a girlfriend.

"Then tell me something Katherine, if you're 'just friends,' then why is there a fucking hickey on your neck?!" She yanks down the collar of my shirt and I freeze. The purple and red mark on my neck is so obviously a hickey I'm not even going to try and lie about it. There's even hints of teeth marks. God dammit why does Kenny have to be rough sometimes?

"Um, we're really good friends." I give a fake chuckle.

"YOU'RE LYING TO ME!"

"No I'm not!"

"YES YOU ARE! You are blatantly lying to my fucking face! That's it Katy, you aren't hanging out with friends for a long fucking time! After school you have to be home before four o'clock."

"Or what?" I challenge.

"OR I'M GOING TO BEAT YOUR ASS!"

"No you won't!"

"What do you mean 'no I won't'?"

"You haven't beaten me in years, mom!"

"I was being more kind, for Cindy's sake, not yours! And look where it got us! I don't even know where you are half the time, Katy! You go out with your friends that I've never met, and you come home with a banged up knee, and now a hickey? Consider yourself under house arrest until you get yourself a girlfriend."

"What? That's not fucking fair!"

"Watch your fucking mouth!"

"I'm 16, I can be independent and make my own decisions, you can't do this to me!"

"Yes I can! I am your mother, young lady. And there's another thing I want you to know." She grabs me roughly by the wrist and literally drags me into the kitchen. She starts digging through her purse and she pulls out a- A FUCKING PISTOL?

"What the hell?!" I scream.

"Yep! While you've been out doing god knows what, I got myself a gun license, and have been doing target practice! And Katherine Harris I swear to God-"

"DON'T CALL ME KATHERINE!" I interrupt.

"I gave you that fucking name, I have the right to call you by it!"

"You didn't name me! Dad did!" Well here it is, my untimely death, considering the fact that I'm yelling at a woman holding a gun! She grips the gun tightly by it's handle. "Why did you get a gun license, anyways?" I try to change the subject.

"To protect myself, and you, from those who want to hurt us. And do you know who wants to hurt us?"

"Men….."

"MEN Katy!" She drops the gun back in her bag. "And I swear to God if I ever catch you with a boy again, I'm not going to hesitate to protect you."

"I can't believe you! And there's nothing between me and Kenny!"

"Oh his name's Kenny?" She frowns. "Kenny...McCormick?" I definitely regret saying his name. "Until you get yourself a girlfriend and stop lying to my face every day, you are going no where between school and home, or I will beat you, do you understand?"

"But mom-"

"Do you understand me, Katherine?" She scowls. Using my full name makes me want to punch her.

"Yes ma'am." I say through clenched teeth. "I understand…."