Chapter 25
Catherine's POV
"Get out of my fucking face Catherine!" She tries to push me away but I won't let her. "I'm not going to tell you again, get out of my god damn face!" She grabs my wrists and pushes me away. She's changed. She's more violent and detached from everyone and everything. "Not until you tell me what the hell's going on!" Her face is red with anger and her eyes hold nothing but rage. Her fists are clenched tightly and shaking with anticipation. I'm afraid of her. I slowly back away from her when I clearly see the rage and anger in her eyes. "Sara, Jim called me and told me what happened, he told me you killed your father out of self defense." When she looks calm I slowly walk toward her and caress her bruised cheek. She leans into the touch and I give her a small smile.
I look at the bruises around her neck that are shaped like hands and wrap my arms around her and rest my head on her chest gently to avoid any possible injuries that may lie there. "God, what did he do to you?" My voice is a whisper and I silently cry. Sara remains unmoving but I can feel her body shake. I look up and see silent tears running down her bruised cheeks. I kiss them away and gently kiss her lips. I feel little response and look into her lost brown eyes. God she looked so lost and hurt. I grasp her hand and lead her to the bedroom. She follows not questioning what I am doing and not arguing.
I close the door behind me and watch as she stands in the middle of the room staring down at her feet. She looks so lost and hurt. I walk up to her and wrap my arms around her taut waist. I pull the coat off her shoulders and let my hands gently caress her. Her eyes close and she takes a deep breath. I lift her shirt above her head and gently kiss her collar bone. The scars that remain from the burn's claw at her skin reading the devastating saying, 'Trust Hurts Betrayal Kills.' I trace each word lightly and gently kiss each one.
My hands tremble when she grabs them, I look up at her and see the most pained expression I have ever seen. Her own hands tremble as they grasp mine and I wrap my arms around her once again. Her bandaged arm dangles by her side and remains unmoving as do her other arm.
What the hell happened in her apartment? What did her father, that monster do to her? She's completely changed. I can feel the anger, the pain, the sadness radiate off her.
"What did he do to you?" My voice is a whisper and the next thing I know I can't breath. I can feel her hands around my throat and I can see the rage in her eyes. The tears roll down my cheeks and I can feel myself being lifted off the ground. "Please...Don't..." She's arguing with herself. I see her eyes flash from black to brown and feel my mind closing down from the lack of oxygen.
I feel her hands let go of my throat and after falling to the ground I gasp for much needed air. When I open my eyes I see the look of terror on Sara's face. She's holding her hand that chocked me at her side as if keeping it there out of fear of it springing to life against her will.
"Leave her alone." I look into the corner of the room where I see a dark figure. When the hell did he get here? And more importantly, how? "Who the hell are you?" The figure steps forward revealing himself. Dark skinned like Warrick, athletic build, and defiantly a guy from a street gang. Before he could answer Sara spoke up, "Chad?" Her face remains emotionless as do her eyes. "Who the hell are you?"