Chapter Two
She looked at her parents while they fought, they weren't even aware that she was there. She had been standing in the doorway for near over ten minutes, but they were wrapped up intheir own world. They were stuck in their world of anger, and hate, and pain. They used to hide it from her, but now they just didn't care. When she came home for visits it was like a war zone. The fighting they did was more angry and more violent than anything against any enemy of the X-Men. She hated going home, infact, she dreaded it. Still, even though every time she heard their yelling she died a little bit, she came home, every visiting weekend.
She didn't want her housemates to know about her family problems, but still she wanted them to at least realize how misreble she was. Kitty's parents were making her heart turn black with every nasty coomment or snide remark, and what was worse was that her parents were using her as a tool. If Kitty wanted something and her mom said no, her father would go out, get it, and give it to Kitty right there in front of her mom, and visversa. She didn't like being used by her parents, she felt like they were playing tug-o-war and she was the rope. Why did they have to be like this, why did they have to hate each other when they used to be deeply in love.
At night, when they were argueing, Kitty would curl up in her blankets and just cry. She hated it when they yelled, she hated how her house didn't have love in it, and she hated that all she could do was cry. The tears were useless and meaningless, she knew that crying didn't help any, but she still cried. She would never let them, or anyone else, know that she cried. She couldn't let anyone find out how she was weak when it came to the yelling. She could handle anything else, Hitting, smashing things on the floor, the vase when it his the wall, but when they yelled, she dissolved into nothing, and all she could do was cry.
Her mother finally sensed another presence in the room and looked over to see Kitty, standing in the door frame, wearing her hello kitty PJ's, waiting for entry into the kitchen. Arlene and Kevin Pryde stopped fighting with each other. They re-composed them selves, trying to pretend their daughter had not seen them fighting, oh ignorence is bliss.
"oh, hi Darling, umm do you want cereal for breakfast or I can make you funny shaped pancakes"
Kitty looked at her mother with no expresion,"No, I'm not really that hungry", she walked over to the fridge, and got the pitcher of pink lemonade.
Kevin looked at his daughter, "Well, princess I'm off to work", thenturned back tohis wife, "see you for supper", he was ashamed that his daughter had seen them fighting, he hated how she had to come home to a free for all brawl between him and Arlene.
Kitty didn't care that her dad was going to work, he always went to work,"Yah, whatever", he was never around anymore. When he was her mother was always angry at him for never being around, but the reason he was never around was because he didn't want to fight with her. Kitty watched as her dad left, she heard the car drive away,she didn't care. Kitty drank her lemonade, put the glass by the sink, the picher back in the fridge and went back to her room to dress.
She examined her reflexion in the full length mirror hanging on the back of her bedroom door, Kitty had really let herself go. She was wearing a bulky black hooded sweater and blue denim jeans. Her face had no makeup and her hair fell flat and unwashed. Kitty no longer felt cute and perky,Kitty was scenery. She was there, but not really noticed by anyone. She wanted to be out of the house, away from her parents, away from everyone.
The mutant girldug around in her whitestudydesk, she brought outa pen and a pad of paper. The pen was blue and the pad was purple with bunnies,Kitty put it on the desk and proceeded in writing out a note for her parents.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I really don't want to be here, and have decided to go back to the mansion early, don't worry I'll be fine, you guys have problems you need to sort out, get counselling, or get a divorce, but don't use me as a tool to get back at each other, and just stop all this hostility, I don't care how, but I can't take it anymore. I'll call when I'm ready to talk to you again, don't try to phone me or contact me that will just make it worse.
Kathryn.
She tore the note off the pad and placed it on her pillow, she picked up her duffle bag and took one last look at her room. There were posters and pictures and trinkets all over the place. She had a pile of stuffed animals in the corner, a bright green carpet and ocean blue walls. She saw her sunflower yellow comforter and her favorite pink "pretty kitty" throw pillow, she would miss this room.
It was easy for her to leave the house without her moms knowlegde, she just walked out, her mom was to immersed in comfort cooking to notice. She then took the bus to the train station, and took the train to a brand new place,somewhere close enough to bayville that they wouldn't worry, but still far from everyone. It was long train ride that she spent sleeping, reading and finishing homework. When finally the train reached it's final destonation, Kitty quickley exited and stepped out onto the platform.
I'm not sure how is this story going should I do anything to improve it, come on people I need your imput.
TBC