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6 Days Later...
Six days passed. 144 hours of living in Hell. Phil worked in the daylight but came home and began to drink again. Kitty wondered if anyone at his work knew he was an alcoholic. She wanted to go there some days and tell his bosses wife, a social care worker, about her life at home. At least then she and Kathy could live in a foster home. Actually she didn't like the sound of foster home. She instead decided to call it Heavens Home, it sounded better and she'd rather have Kathy's mind thinking she was going to a place that had something to do with angels.
She hadn't gone to glee practice or cheering practice for six days. She'd have to go pickup her sister after school and bring her home. She give Kathy a bath, feed her then put on a movie in her room while she did her homework. By the time the movie was over Kitty would of had finished the homework she was given and Phil would come stumbling in, obviously drunk this late at night (about 10), and screeching at the top of his lungs for Kitty to make food. Kitty would put on another movie for Kathy and go downstairs.
She had to guess what Phil wanted as Phil never told her what he wanted. Shot got it wrong each time, getting a punch on her back. On the sixth night he kicked Kitty to the ground and beat her in her back until Kitty could barely feel her back. Phil spat on her, calling her a bitch and several other names, before taking his dinner away and stumbling away from the kitchen to the living room. He'd ask her to bring in his beer bottles.
She got up and grabbed them, slowly and painfully she made her way to the living room. She handed him a bottle she had opened for him and was startled when grasped it from her. She burped a second later.
"Did you eat?" Phil asked, his eyes burning in anger.
"No!" Kitty cried, hoping he believe her lies.
Phil grasped her by the arm, got up, and dragged her to the bathroom. "You know the drill!" He scream.
Kitty got on the ground and shove her fingers to the back of her throat. She puked up her food from dinner and lunch and watched it all fall in the toilet. She gasped for air, taking a second to breathe, before going back to puking.
Ten minutes passed. She finished. Phil kicked her back again and said to Kitty, "Worthless trash. Rat baby, eating my food. You're nothing but a rat. You're lucky I'm not kicking your ass or that baby's ass out of this house that I pay for!"
He left the bathroom. Kitty cried as she sat down, burying her face in her chest as she pulled her knees up to her chest. She cried deeply, her heart breaking. If only if it weren't for Kathy's being... Kitty would kill herself right now. Phil owned a gun that he kept in his room in his desk drawer. She knew where her mother kept all her medicines—pain killers, drugs that she was given as money payment from her many boyfriends—almost everything. There were knives in the kitchen too. Almost everything in that house would support Kitty in her death.
But Kathy was still young. Kitty had to make plans for Kathy before Kitty left. But for now Kitty got up from the cold ground of the bathroom. She opened the bathroom cabinet and took out a pair of hair cutting scissors. Kitty cringed as she thought about what she was going to do. She placed the sharpest side against her wrist, poking hard enough to make a small spot of blood. She slid the knife down and turned away from her wrist.
She could feel her blood leaving her wrist and dripping and sliding it way into the sink. Oozing down, reminding Kitty of what she was doing. Kitty held her mouth shut as she repeated this several times on her wrist. She then did it again, to the other wrist. She felt her pain being released and totally relaxed by the end. She washed the scissors and placed them back, then took wash clothes, made it wet with cold water, and wrapped it around her wrist. Like a bracelet.
Kitty went upstairs to her bedroom and found a sleeping Kathy. Kitty picked Kathy up and placed her sister on the bed. She kissed her sisters forehead and said, "Goodnight Kathy."
Kitty painfully made her way to the window. She found the brightest star. She gave a faint smile. "Heavenly angel named Princess Faith of Hope and Dreams, please help me. And please let Coach Sylvester forgive me from not coming to cheering practice and Mr. Schue for not coming to Glee. And please let coach Sue forgive me for...quitting cheer. Heavenly angel named Princess Faith of Hope and Dreams, cheering moves hurt me all the time but at least Glee doesn't hurt me as much. Please though, save Kathy and me. But mostly Kathy. And Heavenly angel named Princess Faith of Hope and Dreams, forgive me for my wrist."
Kitty stayed there, crying silently to herself, as she fell asleep and dreamed of living in a home with a nicer father and a nicer mother. Like Mrs. Rose. She wanted a mother like Mrs. Rose.
She wanted a mother, like Marley.
She wanted two parents that treated her and Kathy like how Marley is treated by her mother.
She wanted to be like Marley Rose.
She wanted a Marley Rose life.