a/n: There's only about three more chapters after this. Here is where things get deadly serious. So, read and review, or I won't post the end. I'd grin evilly, but this chapter has me down right now. Funny how your own writing has that effect on you. Or, maybe it's just me. Anyways, this is going to be fairly depressing and... er... well, just read it, okay?

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Katrina ran through the front door, pulling it shut on her way. She flew up the stairs and closed herself in her room before she even saw her parents. On her way, she grabbed the cordless phone.

She leaned against her door, looking at the phone. She put her fingers to her lips, then squeezed her eyes shut.

- How could I have done that? What's wrong with me? How will I ever speak to him again? - Tears threatened to fall from her eyes and there was a lump in her throat. He felt nothing for her and she knew it. How could he?

She forced herself to calm down as she began to press buttons on the phone. She programmed Yugi's number into it, then walked over to her bed. She sank down onto the edge of the bed and stared at the phone.

Yugi would know. And so would his friends. Why had she been so stupid as to do that? She would never be able to face them again. How could she?

She put the phone on the bed next to her and wiped her face dry. She would have to figure something out to avoid them, but now was not the time.

She stood and noticed her knee had almost completely healed. She made her way downstairs to see her mom. She wouldn't tell her what she had done, but talking to her mom sometimes made her feel better. She forgot about who's car was in the driveway.

She started down the stairs, looking straight ahead into the living room. Her mom wasn't sitting on the couch watching TV like she usually was.

- Hm... - she thought, things still not registering. The memory of what she had just done clouded her mind.

She turned towards the kitchen to see if her mom was there making dinner. She entered and immediately put a hand to her mouth. Her father was holding a knife and threatening her with it. His back was towards Katrina, so she didn't know what he was saying. Katrina tried to back out of the room, but he heard her. He turned around and in a few long strides grabbed her shirt collar.

Suddenly Kitty remembered his car in the driveway. It was too late to do anything about it now, she would just have to deal with it.

"Where were you last night, Katrina?" he asked, slamming her into the wall.

Her eyes widened and she stared at him, horrified.

"That's right, I know. You lied to me and your mother lied for you. You never should have done that, Katrina. That was very a very stupid move," he snarled, lifting her off the ground slightly by her shirt.

It wasn't this that worried Kitty. It was the knife he was playing with in his other hand. He pulled his arm back to stab her, but Eliza jumped up and grabbed his arm.

"Alan, no!" she cried.

"Let go of me woman!" he yelled, dropping Kitty and throwing her mother across the room.

Eliza slid along the linoleum a few inches, not daring to look up. Alan forgot about Kitty for a moment and stormed over to her mother, pulling her up by her hair.

"I should have done this a long time ago," he snarled. His arm came back, then plunged the knife into her stomach.

"Mom!" Kitty screamed.

Eliza's eyes grew wide as her husband removed the knife, the blade now stained with blood. She put her hand over the wound, blood pouring out over it. Slowly she dropped to her knees, then crumpled to the ground unmoving.

"No!" Kitty cried, tears starting to flow down her face. She struggled to get up as her father turned to her. She managed to stand, but her father brought the knife down on her, cutting a large gash into her shoulder. She cried out and ran into the living room. Her father caught up to her quickly because of the injury to her knee that had not fully recovered.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, cracking her neck in several places. He cut into her back, blood shooting out onto his shirt. He threw her to the ground and she immediately scrambled away, trying to stand again. She made it to the stairs and ran up them, her father behind her. She didn't hear him yelling obscene things at her, or threatening to cause her to meet the same fate as her mother.

Kitty made it into her room and tried to close the door, but he stopped it. She didn't continue to try, instead, she ran to the bed, grabbing the phone. Before she could dial Yugi's number, her father slashed her side. She fell, her hand over her new wound. Alan pulled her up by her shirt and threw her onto the bed. She took this opportunity to press the speed dial. Unaware, he ripped her from the bed and threw her across the room.

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Yugi was trying to write his history essay and he wasn't getting very far. He sat at his computer, chin in his hand, staring at the screen.

"Why couldn't they have thought of something more interesting to work on? This is so boring," he grumbled.

Yami chuckled. He sat on Yugi's bed, every once in a while giving him a few tips that didn't help him in the slightest.

The phone rang and Yugi punched the speakerphone. His grandpa had given him his own line after he had gotten tired of having the gang calling the shop and interrupting important calls.

"Hello?" he said, bored. There was no answer on the other end. "Hello?" he asked, looking at the phone. "Is anyone there?"

Yami's head suddenly snapped up. "Yugi, be quiet," he said, walking quickly over to the phone. He leaned over it as Yugi looked at him, confused.

"What is it, Yami?" he asked.

As if to answer his question, they heard a cry over the line. "Dad! No!"

They stared at each other, panic spreading across their faces. "Katrina!" they cried in unison.

They both jumped up and ran for the bedroom door at top speed, not even bothering to hang up the phone. Yugi's grandpa was at the counter as Yugi and Yami sped down the stairs.

"Where are you going in such a..." he said as he saw Yugi dash out of the store. "Hurry," he finished as the door swung closed.

Yami and Yugi ran at top speed down the street towards Katrina's house. Yugi was filled with worry, but he felt Yami's growing anger. He looked at the spirit out of the corner of his eye and saw the Sennan Eye glowing on his forehead. Without warning, Yami took over. His anger was almost overwhelming for Yugi and he had to retreat deeper into his mind. He knew the Sennan Eye was still burning on the spirit's forehead.

The only thought going through Yami's mind was that he had to get to her. He had to help her before it was too late. She wouldn't have called him for no reason, not right after what she had done. It was serious and he had to help her.

He didn't stop running until he reached her house. Breathing hard, he tried the doorknob. Not surprisingly, it was locked. He heard a scream from inside and his panic grew. He remembered the key she had given him and quickly dug in his pocket for it. He inserted it into the doorknob and the door swung open. Yami resisted the urge to call out her name. She wouldn't hear it and it would only alert her father he was there. He heard another scream from upstairs and he started up them.

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a/n: Will he get there in time? What's gonna' happen? To find out, you're gonna' have to review.