Post by Katrina Wells on Jul 25, 2023 22:21:25 GMT -5
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CW: Suicide, Abuse, Mind Control, and Child Abuse
Katrina climbed out of her friends mothers car. It was easier for all of the kids to carpool to and from school so the moms took turns dropping them off and picking them up. Her backpack slung over her shoulders as she slid out of the leather seats that she hated so much. Her thighs always stuck to them unless she wore pants. "Bye Kat!" Chloe Baker yelled with an enthusiastic wave. There were two other girls in the back as well. Mary Webb and Andrea Potts. They didn't care to wave to Katrina. Too absorbed in their own conversation to bother noticing her leave. Not that it mattered much. Chloe was the only one out of the three of them that actually liked Katrina. Even she knew that.
"Bye Chloe! Bye Mrs. Baker!" She called back sweetly before she ran up the rest of the drive. First she took a detour through the garage. The little white side door that went into the spacious four car garage tucked and hidden away at the side of the house. She went through to grab a popsicle from one of the deep freezers. It was May, almost the end of the year and it was incredibly hot out. She was also checking to see if her father or mother was home. Katrina wanted to share something with her sister and didn't want to worry about them overhearing. Luckily the only car that was parked was her older brother Nicholas' car. And he would likely be in the workout room.
So after acquiring her popsicle Katrina moved inside and bolted for the room she shared with her sister. Bianca was twenty-two and still sharing a room with her baby sister but had always said she preferred it that way. And honestly so did Katrina. She loved being able to stay up having late night talks, helping Bianca sneak back into the house at night, or being able to crawl to her bed for comfort during stormy nights. Or when their father had been particularly upset. "Bee! Bumble Bee! You'll never guess what happened!" She called excitedly as she ran down the hall and opened the door. Though what she saw as the door swung open made everything stop.
Hanging from one of the exposed beams in their room was her sisters limp, pale body. Her lips had turned blue and her skin paler than usual. Her soft blue veins spread like a road map over her arms that dangled at her side. Katrina's dark eyes stared up at her sister wide. For a moment it felt like her breath had been sucked directly from her lungs. Her whole body began to tremble so hard she dropped the popsicle in her hand. There was the sound of someone screaming that Katrina didn't realize was coming from her. It felt as if she wasn't inside her own body anymore. Like she was looking down on herself from somewhere above.
Dark clouds moved in overhead quickly making the sky rumble violently. As if the entire thing were about to open up right then and there. Rain began pattering at the windows. Slow at first but quickly picked up the crescendo. Katrina didn't hear her brothers footsteps approaching as he rushed towards the sound of her scream. "Trina?! What-"
As his eyes moved to the swaying body of his older sister. Katrina's scream had stopped. She'd run out of air as her brothers arms wrapped around her body. His fingers curled in the back of her hair as he pulled her face to his chest. "Don't look," he hissed quickly. As if it wasn't already too late. As if she hadn't already seen everything. Her whole body shook. Her stomach rolled like she was going to empty out its enitre contents right then and there.
The wind roared outside. Tree branches smacked violently against the windows. The entire house shook and groaned just like Katrina's body. Nicholas pulled her to the livingroom and sat her on the couch. Katrina couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Could only shake as she tried desperately not to throw up. Her brother pulled out his phone and made some calls. Katrina couldn't hear his voice. Everything felt like it was far away. As if she was underwater.
The first to arrive to the house was her other brother JJ. He rushed directly to where Katrina was still on the couch. Outside the storm still wailed. Still battered against the house as if it was trying to rip it off the foundation. JJ wrapped Katrina in a hug but she didn't move. Didn't respond at all. As if she still hadn't yet made it back to her body. The next to arrive were her parents. Then the paramedics. Nicholas had gotten Bianca off the rafter some time earlier. Had attempted in vain to see if she were still breathing. To see if she still had any sort of heartbeat. To see if he could restart it for her. To breathe air into her lungs. Nothing worked.
Everything happened in a blur. The paramedics put Bianca on a stretcher and rushed her out. Her parents followed in their car. The storm outside continued. Knocking over trees, powerlines, and light posts. Katrina didn't move. Didn't cry. Didn't make a sound. It was four hours later when the storm finally stopped. Katrina's head was pounding, her body felt far too heavy, her lungs burned, her joints ached, and her stomach rolled again. This time she did throw up. Her stomach contents emptied onto the hardwood floor in the hallway to her and her sisters room. She didn't remember getting up from the couch. "Fuck!" Nicholas swore as he stepped back from where she vomited. Though he kept his hands firmly on her upper arms.
Once it seemed like she was done he lifted her into his arms entirely. Cradled her against his chest like she weighed little more than a backpack. It was dark outside now. What time was it? As she was laid in her bed Katrina jolted up. "No!" She exclaimed. After not making a noise for hours the sound nearly made her brother jump out of his skin. "Jesus!" He said quickly. Before he watched his younger sister climb out of her bed and over to Bianca's.
Katrina curled up in her sisters bed and didn't leave it for a week. She missed school, missed going to a dance with a sweet boy who'd asked her, missed her sisters funeral. She couldn't stomach going anyway. Couldn't watch them put Bianca into the ground. That would make her death final. And Katrina couldn't handle that. Katrina barely ate or drank anything, didn't shower, barely left her sisters bed for more than fifteen minutes at a time. Until finally her father came into the room.
"Katrina, get up," he demanded in that calm, all too even tone. Katrina didn't respond. Just stayed curled up under the blanket looking blankly out the window. "Katrina, I said get up, he repeated. Though this time there was clear irritation in his voice. Something for the first time she didn't have the energy to flinch at. "No," she responded flatly.
She didn't even hear his footsteps as he marched to the bed. His hand gripped her long dark hair and in one fluid motion picked her up and slung her small body across the room. She hit the bookshelf that was against the wall. Sending books clattering down on her where her body had crumbled. "You know better than to disobey me like that, young lady."
For the first time in a week Katrina felt an emotion rush through her. Rage. "Fuck you," she growled quietly. Jeremy Sr stared at her in shock. As if he couldn't believe what he just heard come out of his daughters mouth. "What did you just say to me?"
"Fuck! You!" She screamed as she pushed herself into a sitting position. Though she barely had the second word out before the bottom of his boot connected with her face. Wind howled outside. Beating against the windows and the side of the house as if it were trying to break down the walls. Blood gushed from Katrina's nose like a fountain but before she had time to react his calloused hand wrapped around her throat. He lifted her off the ground as she kicked and clawed at his arm.
Her face turned tomato red as her body fought for oxygen. But the harder she fought the harder he squeezed. Katrina saw stars and spots in her vision until JJ burst into the room. "Put her down!" He demanded loudly. Jeremy Sr looked back at his son. More feral than man. "Put her down, now," JJ growled.
"You want to join her boy?"
"You want me to post it?" It was then Jeremy Sr noticed his sons phone raised, camera facing him. He dropped his daughter to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Katrina gasped and sputtered for air as Jeremy Sr turned his full attention to his son. Teeth bared in a threatening smile. "Delete it," he said plainly before he turned his attention back to Katrina. "And you, young lady," he said as he reached down to grab her face hard. Forcing her to look at him. "Will never speak to me like that again, do I make myself clear?"
His voice rang through her head like a thousand sirens going off at once. Like metal scraping across metal so loud it made her eardrums ring violently. Katrina looked up at her father, her face twisted in pain. "Yes, sir," she wheezed. He shoved her head back to the ground hard. "Now get up and clean your face, dinner is ready," He left the room after that, shoving his oldest son out with him so he couldn't comfort his younger sister. Leaving Katrina in a heap on the ground surrounded by books. And a strange looking piece of paper that jutted out of her sisters favorite book.
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Where'd You Go?
CW: Suicide, Abuse, Mind Control, and Child Abuse
Katrina climbed out of her friends mothers car. It was easier for all of the kids to carpool to and from school so the moms took turns dropping them off and picking them up. Her backpack slung over her shoulders as she slid out of the leather seats that she hated so much. Her thighs always stuck to them unless she wore pants. "Bye Kat!" Chloe Baker yelled with an enthusiastic wave. There were two other girls in the back as well. Mary Webb and Andrea Potts. They didn't care to wave to Katrina. Too absorbed in their own conversation to bother noticing her leave. Not that it mattered much. Chloe was the only one out of the three of them that actually liked Katrina. Even she knew that.
"Bye Chloe! Bye Mrs. Baker!" She called back sweetly before she ran up the rest of the drive. First she took a detour through the garage. The little white side door that went into the spacious four car garage tucked and hidden away at the side of the house. She went through to grab a popsicle from one of the deep freezers. It was May, almost the end of the year and it was incredibly hot out. She was also checking to see if her father or mother was home. Katrina wanted to share something with her sister and didn't want to worry about them overhearing. Luckily the only car that was parked was her older brother Nicholas' car. And he would likely be in the workout room.
So after acquiring her popsicle Katrina moved inside and bolted for the room she shared with her sister. Bianca was twenty-two and still sharing a room with her baby sister but had always said she preferred it that way. And honestly so did Katrina. She loved being able to stay up having late night talks, helping Bianca sneak back into the house at night, or being able to crawl to her bed for comfort during stormy nights. Or when their father had been particularly upset. "Bee! Bumble Bee! You'll never guess what happened!" She called excitedly as she ran down the hall and opened the door. Though what she saw as the door swung open made everything stop.
Hanging from one of the exposed beams in their room was her sisters limp, pale body. Her lips had turned blue and her skin paler than usual. Her soft blue veins spread like a road map over her arms that dangled at her side. Katrina's dark eyes stared up at her sister wide. For a moment it felt like her breath had been sucked directly from her lungs. Her whole body began to tremble so hard she dropped the popsicle in her hand. There was the sound of someone screaming that Katrina didn't realize was coming from her. It felt as if she wasn't inside her own body anymore. Like she was looking down on herself from somewhere above.
Dark clouds moved in overhead quickly making the sky rumble violently. As if the entire thing were about to open up right then and there. Rain began pattering at the windows. Slow at first but quickly picked up the crescendo. Katrina didn't hear her brothers footsteps approaching as he rushed towards the sound of her scream. "Trina?! What-"
As his eyes moved to the swaying body of his older sister. Katrina's scream had stopped. She'd run out of air as her brothers arms wrapped around her body. His fingers curled in the back of her hair as he pulled her face to his chest. "Don't look," he hissed quickly. As if it wasn't already too late. As if she hadn't already seen everything. Her whole body shook. Her stomach rolled like she was going to empty out its enitre contents right then and there.
The wind roared outside. Tree branches smacked violently against the windows. The entire house shook and groaned just like Katrina's body. Nicholas pulled her to the livingroom and sat her on the couch. Katrina couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Could only shake as she tried desperately not to throw up. Her brother pulled out his phone and made some calls. Katrina couldn't hear his voice. Everything felt like it was far away. As if she was underwater.
The first to arrive to the house was her other brother JJ. He rushed directly to where Katrina was still on the couch. Outside the storm still wailed. Still battered against the house as if it was trying to rip it off the foundation. JJ wrapped Katrina in a hug but she didn't move. Didn't respond at all. As if she still hadn't yet made it back to her body. The next to arrive were her parents. Then the paramedics. Nicholas had gotten Bianca off the rafter some time earlier. Had attempted in vain to see if she were still breathing. To see if she still had any sort of heartbeat. To see if he could restart it for her. To breathe air into her lungs. Nothing worked.
Everything happened in a blur. The paramedics put Bianca on a stretcher and rushed her out. Her parents followed in their car. The storm outside continued. Knocking over trees, powerlines, and light posts. Katrina didn't move. Didn't cry. Didn't make a sound. It was four hours later when the storm finally stopped. Katrina's head was pounding, her body felt far too heavy, her lungs burned, her joints ached, and her stomach rolled again. This time she did throw up. Her stomach contents emptied onto the hardwood floor in the hallway to her and her sisters room. She didn't remember getting up from the couch. "Fuck!" Nicholas swore as he stepped back from where she vomited. Though he kept his hands firmly on her upper arms.
Once it seemed like she was done he lifted her into his arms entirely. Cradled her against his chest like she weighed little more than a backpack. It was dark outside now. What time was it? As she was laid in her bed Katrina jolted up. "No!" She exclaimed. After not making a noise for hours the sound nearly made her brother jump out of his skin. "Jesus!" He said quickly. Before he watched his younger sister climb out of her bed and over to Bianca's.
Katrina curled up in her sisters bed and didn't leave it for a week. She missed school, missed going to a dance with a sweet boy who'd asked her, missed her sisters funeral. She couldn't stomach going anyway. Couldn't watch them put Bianca into the ground. That would make her death final. And Katrina couldn't handle that. Katrina barely ate or drank anything, didn't shower, barely left her sisters bed for more than fifteen minutes at a time. Until finally her father came into the room.
"Katrina, get up," he demanded in that calm, all too even tone. Katrina didn't respond. Just stayed curled up under the blanket looking blankly out the window. "Katrina, I said get up, he repeated. Though this time there was clear irritation in his voice. Something for the first time she didn't have the energy to flinch at. "No," she responded flatly.
She didn't even hear his footsteps as he marched to the bed. His hand gripped her long dark hair and in one fluid motion picked her up and slung her small body across the room. She hit the bookshelf that was against the wall. Sending books clattering down on her where her body had crumbled. "You know better than to disobey me like that, young lady."
For the first time in a week Katrina felt an emotion rush through her. Rage. "Fuck you," she growled quietly. Jeremy Sr stared at her in shock. As if he couldn't believe what he just heard come out of his daughters mouth. "What did you just say to me?"
"Fuck! You!" She screamed as she pushed herself into a sitting position. Though she barely had the second word out before the bottom of his boot connected with her face. Wind howled outside. Beating against the windows and the side of the house as if it were trying to break down the walls. Blood gushed from Katrina's nose like a fountain but before she had time to react his calloused hand wrapped around her throat. He lifted her off the ground as she kicked and clawed at his arm.
Her face turned tomato red as her body fought for oxygen. But the harder she fought the harder he squeezed. Katrina saw stars and spots in her vision until JJ burst into the room. "Put her down!" He demanded loudly. Jeremy Sr looked back at his son. More feral than man. "Put her down, now," JJ growled.
"You want to join her boy?"
"You want me to post it?" It was then Jeremy Sr noticed his sons phone raised, camera facing him. He dropped his daughter to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Katrina gasped and sputtered for air as Jeremy Sr turned his full attention to his son. Teeth bared in a threatening smile. "Delete it," he said plainly before he turned his attention back to Katrina. "And you, young lady," he said as he reached down to grab her face hard. Forcing her to look at him. "Will never speak to me like that again, do I make myself clear?"
His voice rang through her head like a thousand sirens going off at once. Like metal scraping across metal so loud it made her eardrums ring violently. Katrina looked up at her father, her face twisted in pain. "Yes, sir," she wheezed. He shoved her head back to the ground hard. "Now get up and clean your face, dinner is ready," He left the room after that, shoving his oldest son out with him so he couldn't comfort his younger sister. Leaving Katrina in a heap on the ground surrounded by books. And a strange looking piece of paper that jutted out of her sisters favorite book.
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