Katherine's pov:
"Murder capital of the world?" I ask him, confused, what did he mean. He slowly nod his head when I ask this "Santa Carla is the murder capital of the world, more people get murdered and go missing than any other place in the entire world." He says simply before my eyes widen and a smirk starts to grow on his lips "Ahhhh, you didn't know did you? You were told the same bullshit that Paul was told." He says as he leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. I watched him with a certain sense of curiosity. "You shouldn't have come here...this place isn't good for run way's...they populate most of the dead." He says, closing his eyes as he thinks before he opens them again.
"Why did you run away?" He asks me and I shrug my shoulders "Didn't like where I was at the time, wanted something different that's all." I tell him and he shakes his head "Oh no, I want the real reason, if you wanted something different you would've waited till you were 18, only one more year...something happened to you and I want to know...you can trust me." He says as he stares me directly in the eye with those icy blue eyes.
Strangely enough about his last sentence is, I believed it. I DID trust him and I had no idea why, why did I trust a complete stranger that I had only known one day. "My step mother killed my father..." I say quietly and his eyes widen and he goes to speak before I cut him off. "She gained custody of me when I was 12, my real mother was drug addict, she committed suicide when I was eight years old..." I say softly as I look down at my hands. "Kirsty, my step mother, she...she wasn't right in the head I don't think...my dad was in a car accident, apparently he was drunk driving but I KNOW that isn't true. My father hadn't drank anything since my mother died...Kirsty's brother is chief of police down in the city I came from..." I say softly.
"She's put me in hospital over 40 times since I've been with her, she treats me rather like a slave than a human being..." I say before rolling up my sleeve to show David my arm, little round scars were dotted all around the underside of my arm. "She used to use me as an ashtray." I say and I can feel the tears come back as I continue on "I just KNOW that she's waiting till I turn eighteen so she kill me too... she wants all of my dads money...she tried to get it but in his will he left everything to me." I say, a half smile on my lips as tears seem to flow freely down my cheeks. I look up at David and I'm surprised to see a mix of disgust, anger, sadness and something else on his face. "You okay?" I ask him as he doesn't seem to say anything, just stares at my arm.
David's pov:
The animal inside me roared to come out as she showed me her arm, I wasn't even aware I was staring until I heard her voice snap me out of it. "Why the fuck would someone do that to a fucking child." I hiss as I close my eyes, trying to calm myself down. At the same time I was trying to persuade myself that the only reason I was angry was because she was a child at the time... not because it was her. "She was sick in the head." She says and I look up at her to see that she's watching me, a scared look on her face. "I don't care. That's no excuse." I pretty much hiss and I instantly regret it as she cowers away, in fear.
"I'm sorry...I just don't like people hurting children." I said even though I knew that I couldn't care less unless it was Laddie.
"Hey David, can you come out here please?" The nervous voice of Marko called in my head.
Paul's pov:
"Come on Marko... fair is fair." I say, crossing my arms as I slowly run out of patients. "Best out of twenty?" He asks hopefully and I shake my head before he sighs in defeat. "Fine, I'll call him." He says, calling to our brother in his head. David walks out of Kitty's room, his arms crossed. "This better be good." He says as we all fall silent. "We found Kitty's jacket..." I speak up and he frown slightly "Kitty? Really?" I grin when he asks this, nodding my head. "Yeah! Laddie's aloud to call her Kat, so why can't I call her Kitty?" It was safe to say that I was still completely and utterly stoned.
"Maybe because you're not 11, you don't have basically a speech impediment and you had your fall school education." Dwayne speaks up from behind us. "So, you found the jacket?" He says and I wince. "Kinda..."
"What do you mean 'Kinda'?" David asks sternly, his eyes narrowing. "I found it before Paul found it but he tried to take it off me... I wouldn't let go and it sort of...ummmm...yeah..." Marko speaks up and pulls out the jacket from behind his back. Now that I looked at it, we really had broken it. The sleeve was almost torn off, the back of it was split and there was a hole through one of the pockets.
"Is this some kind of joke?!" The extremely angry voice of David brings me back in to the room and I wince ever so slightly "I'm sorry okay?" I say before light another joint. I needed it. "Sorry doesn't cut it this time Paul...what am I suppose to tell the poor thing?! She's already cried twice! I don't need her crying a third fucking time!" Okay, so I really had fucked up, he was PISSED. "I'll take it to a tailors shop...they'll make it look brand new for her." I say before Dwayne butts in again "She cried again?" He asks and when he asks this it suddenly hits me "Wait, wait, wait...why has she been crying, is she okay?" Marko asks, looking behind David at the door to her room. "What's up with her?" I ask, concerned before David sighs softly. I get the image of someone's arm in my head and it's scarred to fuck. "How didn't I notice this when I was changing her?" I ask and David shrugs "It's on her under arm."
"What the FUCK happened to her?" Markos extremely pissed of voice brings me back. David grimaced before explaining. Words could not describe how furious I was. I needed a second name to this Kirsty woman, I needed an address, a place of work, anything at all. I turned to see Dwayne had his fists clenched to stop himself from destroying the cave again in one of his extremely rare fits of anger.
"I am going to find that little bitch, and when I do, I'm going to kill her."