Home Is Where The Heart Is

*Kat POV*

I sat in bed as Gerard slept, thinking. Is it my fault that he was going to hurt himself? Probably. Everything's my fault. Which leads to a good time to explain about my aunt.

Aunt Katherine was everything to me. She was my favorite person in the world. Even though she was my dad's sister. She lived next door to us back in Minnesota, so I was usually with her. Mom never had enough room. My siblings, who knew our dad, didn't like her. They thought she was like him. She did everything with me. She took me for my first day of school, brought me home from school when I got sick, bandaged my ribs the first time I got beat up, took me to the hospital the time I- never mind about that.
Anyways, when I got beat up the worst, she tried to kill herself. That was my fault. And she's dead because of me. I insisted that we needed to see despicable me on opening day. She didn't go to work just to take me. On the way home, we were laughing over a commercial we saw. She didn't see the light turn red, or the car that was speeding towards us. That was the worst day of my life.

And now, it's my fault that Gerard's upset. Just like my aunt.
Silent tears streamed down my face as I slowly slipped out of bed. I needed some fresh air. I crept up the steps towards the front door, which I closed silently behind me, and sat on the step leading up to the tiny porch. I took a few deep breathes before I noticed the person standing in the yard. They weren't wearing a shirt, in fact, they were only in their boxers. I began to head inside when they lunged towards me, throwing their hand over my mouth. But not in tie for a small scream to escape me. I heard someone muttering from the open window right above our heads, and Don's voice floated down to me.
"Did I just hear someone scream?" He muttered, probably to Donna. I tried to make a noise as the person pulled me backwards, but he tightened an arm around my neck and everything went black.

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My eyes opened slightly, only to see even more darkness. I could feel duck tape. Lot's of duck tape. It was over my mouth, binding my hands an feet to the chair, along with wrapped around my middle. I struggled for a minute before footsteps sounding down stairs. I'm probably in the basement. A light flickered on and my brother, Cole, appeared in front of me. I glanced around, seeing that we are in his basement bedroom. Pictures of girls were littered around everywhere. I tried not to see those. I'd never been down here, considering that I'd only been in this house for a few hours. There was a small bathroom area one corner and a huge, disgusting bed in another.
Cole gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. His breath reeked, causing me to gag. He smirked, pushing me backward and knocking me over. He laughed and went to the door, locking it. He came back with a pocket knife.
"I'll cut that duck tape off, but if you try anything, I kill mom." He hisses at me. I nod, and he cuts the duck tape off. He rips it off my mouth, causing me to whimper. I notice the empty feeling in my stomach.
"H-h-how long have I b-been out?" I stutter, my voice raspy.
"Three days."
"Can I h-have something to e-eat?" I ask. I rarely eat anyways, but it's been over a week now. I planned on eating yesterday.
"No, fat ass." He snaps. He grabs my wrist and pulls me up and towards the shower in the corner. I start shaking as he undresses both of us, but I know not to do anything. When he says something, he means it. He smirks as a tear runs down my face. He drags me into the shower, shutting the door behind us and turning the shower on. He roughly scrubs at my skin, leaving burn marks. The washrag was to rough, the water to hot. After he was satisfied, he pulled me out of the shower and towards the bed, shoving me onto it.
"Here's the fun part." He smirks.

Notes

Hey guys! This chapters a bit longer. Love you guys!
-Emma