Chapter Seven

I don't own them. Yeah. Okay. Cool. Do. Own...Kristin...Steven...mom..."dad"...Jason...etc...

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"So, what happened with school today?" Sophie asked around 4:00. He had left a sleeping Kristin in the den. "Umm...we didn't exactly have school." Peter said. He had been searching for anything to give clues about her outburst, the bruises, anything. "Hey, what's wrong? Is everyone okay?" She asked. "No. Kristin...it was so weird. We were talking and she just started staring out into space. When I asked her if she knew the answer she screamed no, more like howled it, and started kicking the wall. She was pounding and kicking it and I grabbed her shoulders...she had this fear in her eyes, Soph. She wouldn't let go of me, I-I had to carry her to the den and she fell asleep. I am finding nothing in her files except runaway reports, ISS and OSS forms-" "Wait, what are those?" She asked. "In School Suspension and Out of School Suspension." "Oh..." "Yeah. It says she's had many but this is her first in 6 months. I was scared, I thought she was going to have a seisure or something..." "Oh, Peter," "I know-I mean, I don't get it. Sometimes she's the nice, quiet, smart kid, and other times she's telling herself she's stupid, getting into fights, shutting down, having outbursts. I mean, it's like split-personality."

***In the boys dorm***

"Did you hear what happened to Kristin?" Ezra asked. He had heard from Shelby and she had heard from over-hearing Sophie and Peter. "No, what?" Auggie and Scott both asked. "She had some kind of out burst slash seizure thing. She was kicking walls and Peter had to calm her down. She was sceaming and everything. Their looking in her records...it's pretty much blank, like Isaac's was." "Hey, don't even relate Kristin's case to Isaac's. Her's sounds worse." Auggie said and Scott agreed. "Where is she? I was wondering why she wasn't at dinner." Scott asked. "Shelby said she saw her still sleeping in the den. She's been in there since around 9:30 and woken up once." Ezra said. Scott didn't want to act like it, but he left for Peter's office, pretty worried.

"Hey, Scott," Peter muttered, looking over more records. "They're Kristin's, aren't they?" Scott demanded, sitting down. "So you know." Peter said, looking up. "Yeah. Ezra told me, and Shelby told him and she overheard you and Sophie." Peter shook his head. "I swear, you would think she would at least try to mind her own business once in a while." "I wouldn't." Scott joked and Peter half-smiled. "So is she alright?" "Scott, it's not like she's sick. She's-we don't know. When we find out we'll tell you more." "Did she eat? It's like 8." "No, she didn't. We don't want her to wake up and she's not sleeping in the dorm today, we're just a bit to worried about her, so she's going to sleep on the couch and we'll probably take turns watching her." "Oh. Do you want me to tell the girls she won't be there?" "No. Soph is. Thanks anyway." "yeah." Scott walked out.

***That night**

"I'll watch her first. You look wrecked." Peter said. "You sure?" "Yeah. Go ahead. If anything happens I'll call you." He said as Sophie headed to the door. "Okay, thanks, Peter."

Peter had no intentions on waking up Sophie, she was dead-tired from the hysteria of the day. He stared at Kristin and especially when she started twisting and turning...

***Dream***

"No, please, not tonight, Steven!" 9-year-old Kristin begged of 15-year-old Steven. "Shh...Dad said it's alright if we do, he doesn't care." Steven muttered, closing the door. "No, Steven! I don't want to, it hurts!" She cried, backing up against the wall. "Liar!" He yelled and walked over to her quickly and slapped her. She fell to the ground. "I'm...not...lying, Steven! I don't-" "Damnit, Kristin, shut up!" He yelled and picked her up and threw her on her bed. He sat on the bed next to her and stroked her hair while she whimpered through her tears. He took off her pants...

***End of dreams***



"No...stop! Steven, please, stop!" Kristin yelled in her sleep. She had been twisting and turning so much that it had rubbed against some of the scratches on her back and now her back was bloody. Peter saw the blood on her shirt and woke up, even though he was about to anyway. "Kristin..hey, it's just me!" He said and backed up when she woke up shaking. "Peter, my back!" She cried, noticing the pain. Welts had been opened, and the pain was tremendous. She wanted to start the scream but she just wanted someone to hold her like her mom always did when she cried. He picked her up and ran her to the nurse and called Sophie. He talked to her outside. "She was screaming, Sophie. She woke up and she was turning so much her back had started to bleed..from the scratches and welts, I guess. She was screaming 'Steven, stop...please...' over and over again. I went to wake her up and she screamed my back. It...it...was horrible, Soph. Who is Steven? Sophie?" He asked when he noticed she didn't answer after a while. "Her brother, Steven Mitchell."