Chapter 5: Another Way Out

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TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter doesn't contain any sex but there is some physical abuse.

Kat sat at the vanity of her motel room in the bright white clothes Vincent had given her. She felt the rush of the heroin coursing through her veins. It kept her calm. It kept her from crying as she brushed out her now bleach fried hair. There was a knock at the door which meant Vincent was there. Her customers didn't usually knock... She stood from her vanity and walked over to the door opening it for him. His deep brown hair was tied back into a loose ponytail that hung lazily. He wore a purple button down and black dress pants. He was holding something behind his back.
"Hello, Kitty!" he greeted her cheerfully with a toothy grin. "Your hair looks lovely today!" He raised his hand to cup the side of her pale face.
"Thanks...It's almost like you did it or something." She rolled her eyes looking at the floor. "Why did you bleach my hair anyway...and why this short?" She questioned. "If you were trying to disguise me, then why not just dye it a darker color?"

"That doesn't matter, love. It makes you look so pure...especially with the white clothes." He walked passed her and into her room sitting down on her bed. "I brought you something to make you look even better!" He produced a small white box from behind his back. Kat cautiously reached out to take it. She pulled the top off to reveal a contacts case. She raised a brow screwing off the top.
"Color contacts?" She asked him not looking up from her gift.
"I think you'd look so much better with icy blue eyes." He admitted. "Put them on." He said it casually, but she knew that was a demand. She knew there would be consequences if she didn't. It took her a few minutes, but she finally figured out how to get them on. Blinking hard a few times, she turned around to face Vincent. His face brightened, and she instantly felt sick.

"You look just perfect!" He stood up from the bed and approached her. She didn't resist when he pulled her against himself. She allowed him to take her hand and hold it out as he began to dance with her. She was dragged all around the room as he hummed a song she didn't recognize for what felt like forever. Suddenly and completely unexpected to her, he shoved her into the wall. She yelped in shock sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. "Get up..." He commanded darkly.

"W-what did I do?" Kat shook her head, stunned. She felt his fist close in her hair and pull her back to her feet. She was used to pain by now, so she didn't cry but she still grabbed at his wrist trying to relieve the pressure. He threw her back onto her bed and knelt over her, his hands wrapping tightly around her neck. Her eyes widened and she grabbed his wrists again now desperate to get him away.

"You think you're so much better than me... You always have." Vincent narrowed his eyes and had venom in his voice. Kat felt a rush of fear. It didn't feel like he was addressing her...

"N-no...stop!" She managed to choke out between her coughing and gasping. "V-Vince!"

"I should be the one in charge! Not you!" He yelled at her. Kat was confused. She thought he WAS the one in charge? Kat began to squirm, kicking her legs under him trying to kick him off.

"Stop..." Kat gasped. She was running out of air. She felt her eyes roll back a little as little dark spots appeared in her vision. It felt like her eyes might pop out.

"Hold still, Daniel!" Vincent yelled at her pulling her head back only to slam it back down. She finally managed to get her foot up far enough to deliver a swift decisive kick to his groin. Vincent fell back off of her, winded completely. Kat sat up gasping for air as if finally returned to her lungs freely.

"What the fuck, Vince?" She rasped. "Who's Daniel?" She asked rubbing her neck. Vince had rarely ever laid his hands on her...

"S-sorry, Kitty..." Vince said in a voice three octaves higher than usual. "Got carried away..." He explained standing up where he was hunched over the bed. He waddled out of the room clearly in a lot of pain. Kat immediately went into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror; she let herself reflect on her situation. She gathered up some clothes from her closet and threw them on the bed. She didn't have a plan, she was just making it up as she went along.
"I need some kind of bag..." she thought to herself looking around. She grabbed the trashcan in her bathroom and dumped it out on the floor, taking the garbage bag out. It was only a tiny plastic grocery store bag, but it would have to do. She put what little she possessed and put it all in the bag that she hid in her shirt. She had the outfit she came here with and the cross necklace that had belonged to a childhood friend of hers who'd she'd named her own daughter after. Mary... Plus a tin full of needles a lighter and a spoon went in too. Now all she needed was a blunt object... As quiet as possible, she laid the cheap vanity forward onto the floor. One kick and the leg came right off. She picked it up using the decorative carving as a grip. Silently, she waited by the door with the weapon poised to strike. The next time that door opened, she'd make a run for it. It didn't take very long at all...When she heard the keycard slide and the door knob start to turn, she readied herself. The second she saw someone step in she swung. Whoever it was fell back immediately. She didn't stop to think or even see who it was before she stepped over him and began to run down the breezeway as fast as she could. Before the adrenaline could even begin to fully rush her system, she was grabbed by the ankle by whoever she'd just struck. She let out a short scream and kicked the man in the face. She ran down the breezeway as fast as she could.

"Vinny! The whore's got loose!" She heard the man yelling but she kept running. She turned the corner and ran down the stairway as fast as she could. She could feel her heart beating in her ears. She could feel the fear consuming her. The street was visible now. Almost there. She thought about her son, Isaac and her daughter, Mary. Maybe she'd get to see them again. Maybe she'd find them and-….suddenly as she turned the final corner out of the breezeway she saw a flash of purple and everything went black.

A.N./ what do you guys think about every other chapter being a flashback? I thought it would keep things interesting but i'm worried it might be confusing to some. Let me know your thoughts!