A crash sounded from the sky, rain was pouring everywhere. She looked
outside the window and dreamed of a better life. She stood there
watching the water fall to the groud as it slid down her window.
A falsh of lighting and the sound of thunder, she jumped back
only to be caught by a pair of strong, fat hands. She looked
behind her to see him standing there. His smile was evil, and she
knew that this would be the first of many beatings.
She had come home from school with a cut on her leg. He got mad at
her and got his belt. Before he could hit her brother came home
with a bloody nose and a rip in his shirt. This drew the attention
and the beating towards him. Before he went to brother he had put
her in the closet.
"Now Kathy, you stay here and listen to your brother cry! For you
will have the same fate as him." he slammed the door, and she began
to weep.
She had to sit on the floor of the closet crying, rocking back and
forth. She was praying that he would stop. She could hear the sound
of the belt hitting the bare back of her brother, the screams of agony
from him, the screams of her father as he hit her brother.
"Don't you ever (smack) come home (smack) with a bloody (smack) nose
or a fucking (smack) rip in your new (smack) pants!"
"I won't father (smack) please stop." she heard him beg behind tears.
Each time that belt hit her brother she would cringe. She felt his
pain. Her father had never really hit her. She was always in the closet
or the cupboard. One time he put her in the freezer. She had begged for
an hour to be let out, he didn't let her. He left and mother had opened
it. She was bleeding and had a black eye. Mother had wrapped her
in the warmest blanket and put her by the fire. He had never hit
her though, he had only touched her.
The sound of the belt had stopped and she heard brother running
up the stairs. She knew it would be her turn. Father opened the door
and yanked her out. He put her down and told her to run to her room.
He didn't want to see her for the rest of the day, he said he'd be
up later to punish her. She did as she was told and ran all the way up
the stairs.
He came up and now she was staring into the eyes of the man she hated.
He picked her up and threw her to the bed. Earlier she had heard mother
scream. He had beaten her so he could rape his child. He pulled
of her nightgown and began to play with her. She cried.
"Oh Kathy, my sweet Kathy." he said as he forced himself into her.
She screamed and cried. He had hit her to get her to shut up. Blood
ran down her face. She knew then that she was trapped in this house
with this man forever. She knew that mother would never be able to
help and neither would brother, so she layed there letting him do this
to her. The crash of lighting and thunder came from outside once more.
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She woke up, screaming. "No more hurting! No more! No not again daddy,
please!"
Wesley came running in and caught her before she fell off the bed. She
began to cry in his arms. He rocked her back and forth on the floor.
Angel came in with a glass of water and some pills.
"She had another dream?" Angel asks.
"Yeah."
"Wesley," she whispers," we cheated him out of death, out of life!"
"No, he cheated himself out of life and death."
"But we killed him, we watched him die. We didn't even cry."
"Why cry? He ruined our lives, plus we didn't kill him Angel did.
Which brings up th question as to why he killed him." Wesley turns
to Angel, Angel hides his head.
"Why did you do it Angel?" Kathy asks.
"Cordelia said I could. She had called the police asking about this
man. They had said that he was better off dead. The reason he was here
in LA is because they moved him from England. He had beaten all of
his roomates to death, he killed on man with a bar of soap. They
thought that it would be better for him here. They tried to put him in
with other people, but they all ended up dead. So they put him in his
own glass cell. This guy made Hannibal Lector look like the pope! He
escaped from prison after learing from this guy about us, saying
that we help the hopeless and all that shit. So he comes here and
he finds you. Cordy said that the police had said they didn't ever want
to see that monster again. So I killed him. He was beating on Wesley
and I couldn't let him get away with that." Angel smiled.
"But what about your soul?" Kathy asked.
"He was a murderer, it gives me the advantage!" he smiles and Cordelia
walks into the room.
"Hey everybody, come on wheel of fortune on and I wanna see if I can
beat Angel at it today."
He gets up and leaves, Kathy and Wesley look at each other and smile.
"No more hurting, Kathy."
"No more hurting, Wesley."
THE END