A/N: And after that long, long wait, Kitty is back Peoples!

So basically this chapter was originally meant to be two, but seeing as I had the long break in-between, I combined it because I just thought everyone deserved it :D

Enjoy :D

My father needs a new job. I would want it to be one where he didn't come home so agitated and worked up.
He didn't need a new job as in, he was fired from his old one. He needed a new job as in I wanted him to get one, maybe one he enjoyed a bit more.

I lay on the floor of my bedroom. I was locked in, this wasn't uncommon.

A mixture of tears and blood was forming on the wooden floor within my eyesight. I felt sick just looking at it.

My brother hadn't been there this time.

I tried to sit up. There was immense pain all down my left side, particularly my arm and knee. I slowly managed to get myself up on my right arm, leaning on my hand. Watching the blood drip from the cut in my forehead was nauseating and I soon had to lie back down.

My father had no only gotten mad about me going out today and coming home two minutes later than I was supposed to, but he's found out (from my mother) that I had come home from school yesterday in a boy's football shirt.

As I lay here I can't help but think about why my own mother would betray me like that. I had explained to her what had happened, and I'd thought she had understood, so I went a quickly got changed. I thought she'd understand, but she has obviously decided that she hates me too.

The only thing that can even make me remotely happy is thinking about my best friends, who I now know are twins. They had to explain it to me twice, I just didn't get it.

But I do understand now, they're twins and they didn't want people to know they were related because of the money thing. I do kind of understand where Ryder is coming from, and why he doesn't want people to know he is related to Sugar. He wanted real friends, not fake ones that only like him for his money, like in the past.

A horrible feeling came over me, the nausea got worse and I jumped up to grab my little plastic bin. Thank-god it was pretty much always empty, besides lolly wrappers.
I then puked.

It was becoming pretty normal now, every time after I ate, or felt sick my body had the same reaction and tossed out everything inside. I know this isn't a good thing, and that I need help. But I'm going to wait until I get skinnier because I'm still too fat.

I know that when I'm skinny enough that my father will tell me, I think. At least I hope he does. Because even though I hate him, I do this to myself for his acceptance. I need my father to accept me, I really do. Maybe when my father accepts me, he'll stop hurting me, and maybe he'll even love me.

But I'd better not get my hopes to high, or else they'll never come true.

This is also why Ryder will never like me. I'm not good enough. He's perfect and I'm broken, I have issues, issues that are still just my secret. So this means I'm not good enough for him.

I can almost trust Sugar and Ryder with everything, except my father. If they found out things would only get worse, and then my father would never accept me.

...

"Kitty!" yells my father, and I swear I can hear the laughter in his voice. "I have a friend here who wants to meet you!"
My father is a sick, evil, twisted man, and I hate him.

I know damn well it's not someone who just wants to meet me. They want more. Last time my mother stopped it, and took a beating for it. But this time there was no one here to protect me.

...

I did what I had to...

I ran.

I was only in my satin nighty and combat boots, I didn't have time to pack.

I just had to get away.

The most opportune time was after his friend made me change, then went to the bathroom.

It was a tight squeeze to get out my window, because it doesn't open very far. I got a graze on my thigh (to add to my collection of cuts and bruises) from the concrete ledge. It stings but I have to keep on going otherwise they'll catch me.

I'm so dizzy. I might puke again.

I'm determined to get away. And I can think of only one place where I'll be safe. But it's so far.

It was dark, it must be about 9 - 9:30, I can't tell, I don't have a phone or anything.

I stop running, and take a minute long breather. I try my hardest not to puke, but I do, and now the gross taste is back. I decide to take a few more seconds on the street corner to suss out where I am. Not recognising any of the street names, I keep going. I'll recognise something eventually, I hope.

I turn another corner, then turn and run back in the other direction, and dive into a bush. Turns out to be a prickle bush. So now I'm in even more pain. But I need to hide from the on coming headlights, just in case.

There are two men in the car, oh crap.

They pull into the driveway of the house that owns the bush I'm in, oh crap!

They get out of the car, it's not my dad and his friend, thank-god. But I do recognise them.

I step forward for a better view. 'Snap.' Oh no. Both of them turn to look in my direction.

"Is someone there?" asked the taller one.

"Dude it was probably just some animal, like a raccoon or whatever." Stated the second one.

I shouldn't have but I turned and ran from the bush, creating enough noise to ensure I was heard, this was not on purpose.

I stumbled onto the footpath, then ran right past the driveway.

"Kitty?" I heard footsteps following me, "Kitty it's me Sam, and Finn's here too, what are you doing out here?" One of them caught up to me, Sam I think, putting a large hand on my shoulder.

"Let go!" I screech, pulling away from him, then landing myself on the ground. I could feel the tears forming, but I didn't want them to see.

Finn soon catches up and crouches down next to me. "Is something wrong Kitty?"

"What would make you think that?" I reply snidely.

"Well most people wouldn't be running around in their pyjamas is something wasn't wrong."

I looked down at myself. A purple satin nighty wasn't usual running attire. I could see his point. But I wouldn't give them any important details.

"I'm going to Sugar's," I state.

"Isn't that like ages away?" asks Sam, who is now sitting on the ground beside me.

"Yes but it's where I need to go. It's safe!" I yell.

"Okay, but what do you mean by safe?" questions Finn.

Oh crap, I had said 'safe'. My eyes widen, I hadn't meant to.
"I've already said too much." I get up, it's painful, so I use Sam to push up and balance myself. He offers me his hand, which I completely ignore and don't take.

"At least let us drive you," says Sam as he drops his hand. 'You shouldn't be walking around like this, it might give people the wrong idea."

...

I had reluctantly agreed to letting them drive me. I wasn't sure I could trust them, after all they could have taken me back home. But pulling up in front of Sugar and Ryder's house, I was so happy.

"Thank-you," I said genuinely. I knew they could tell I meant it, even if they didn't know why they were taking me here.

"No problem," answered Finn who was sitting in the drivers seat.

I get out of the car and walk up to the front door, and knock. I watch as Sam and Finn drive away, then I turn back to face the large wooden door.
Before the door is opened I heard shouting.

"Ryder we have a maid, let her get it!"

"It's called not being lazy Sugar!"

A few 'whatever's' were screeched before the door opened.

"Kitty?" I looked up at Ryder knowing full well that all my injuries were on full display. "What happened?"

I just shook my head as the tears began rolling down my face. He then pulled me to him and held me, closing the door behind us.

I still couldn't tell them.

A/N: Sooooo, was it worth the wait, what did you all think? I'd love to hear your opinions, please review :D