Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter. Yeah, pretty dark. I even had a hard time writing it because I hate going that dark on someone in Kitty's situation.

Marley POV

I saw Kitty leave the bathroom as I made my way down the hall to return a book to a teacher. She looked upset about something. I felt something in the pit of my stomach, a deep and tight pit. I usually never feel like this but the last time I felt like this was a week before Dad left Mom and I for some nineteen year old girl who went to a nearby college. I haven't seen him since then but he contacts me all the time. He wants to get close again to me but... I don't know. After the scar he left on me and in my heart, how could I trust him again?

My gut told me to go follow Kitty. Quickly, with enough time to get what I needed and back to the parking lot, I ran down the hall to Ryder's science class. Luckily his seat was next to the door. I knew where he kept the keys to his truck, always in his right front pocket. Luckily when I got to his class he was standing up to stretch. I walked in, grabbed his keys, and said, "Emergency."

Before he could say a word I ran out of the classroom and down the hall to the parking lot. I found the 1966 Ford F-100 blue-gray truck, not to far from Kitty's range rover. I waited a few minutes before and made sure she didn't know that I was following her. Once I was sure she was ahead of me a little bit I backed up and began to follow Kitty.

Fifteen minutes later I saw Kitty pull into Lima Mall. I pulled in also and parked a few spaces away from where Kitty parked. I got out and waited several more seconds after she walked in to go in and find her. Inside the very warm and heated mall I searched around from store to store. After a while I was beginning to think that I had lost her and Kitty was no longer in the mall.

Until I hit one store. It was a shoe store with a name that I couldn't pronounce at all. She was inside with a carriage that already contained at least thirty pairs of shoes. Heels, boots, combat boots, sneakers, flats and dance shoes. I think she had enough to give a pair to every person in the third world country.

I followed her around, making sure I kept out of her view, and watched her body movements. She limped, but she was strong. After shoe shopping she took the bags and went into another store. J-Crew. She wasn't in there for long and left after a few minutes later for a sports store. A sports store? Kitty doing sports, other than cheering, was odd. But it was getting close to Christmas and I assumed she was buying family gifts.

Minutes later I saw her at a frozen yogurt place and ordering a medium frozen yogurt. She left with that and all the bags she managed to carry and left the mall. For a 5'2/5'3 girl she was super strong.

I saw her get in the car and I took off for the truck. Ryder was calling me and asking where I was with his ride. I texted him.

Emergency. Don't worry. Will return when I will.

Fifteen minutes later Kitty drove to a local child's store. She went inside and by the time I paralleled parked and turned the pickup truck, Kitty was out of the store with a few bags of I assumed clothes and a toy bear. She got in the range rover and drove off again.

For the next four hours Kitty just drove around and did nothing. Just drive. I swear to God, Ryder was going to kill me for the gas in his ride. Not only that but he and Jake were going crazy with texting and calling me. I don't know who Quinn Febray is, at least I don't know much about her, but after her texting and driving accident last year (Jake and Puck being brothers and Ryder and Finn almost like brothers), I would assume they were told or be intelligent enought to not contact me if they know I'm on the road. Yet again they probably think I'm dead.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and answered to Jake. "What!?"

"Bitter much?" He asked. "Ryder wants his ride back."

"I'll get back when I get back. Tell him." I said, trying to keep my focus on the road. "And I will pay for the gas with the babysitting money I earn."

"He says you don't have to pay him back," He said a few minutes later. "Listen, what are you doing that's an emergency?"

"Family stuff." Marley said. "Look, it's personal. Just leave it." I said. I then missed an important turn that Kitty made, making me lose her. "Shit!"

"What?!" I clearly heard both Jake and Ryder on the other side of the phone.

"I'm fine!" I yelled, looking back for a quick second and saw her driving off in the switched lane. "Shit, I've gotta got."

I hung up and thought for several seconds. I lost her. There isn't a chance that I find her again when I make the turn up here. But that pain in the gut feeling was bothering me again and I knew for a fact this would bother me for a while. I wasn't hungry, nor thirsty. It was just...uneasy.

I tried to think it of as I drove to Ryder's house to return the truck. I thought about what Kitty bought and imaged her home life.

She has the perfect mother. Almost like those 1950's housewife women, but a little more modern. A mother who made Kitty's similar style Kardashian Mansion ten times more beautiful than any home on this planet.

She probably has the best loving father who gives her everything she wants. Judging from the stories she's told and her home life.

Kitty's got a perfect home life.

Why can't I?

I want to be her.

I want to be...

Kitty Wilde.