Thanks for the award ^^, I never expected this fan-fic to be a winner in a contest XD.
Here is the long awaited new chapter of Katerina, I should warn though, that this might be slightly more controversial then the other chapters.
Enjoy ^^
Chapter 4
Katerina didn't know what to feel after her father's harsh words, but she knew that it was time for him to feel the pain she felt all her life from the day she was born, to this very moment.
By the time Katerina's father went upstairs, it was exactly 5:00 as it was early summer, the day ended alot later so it was still very bright out. Her mother was now washing up, and cleaning up the mess the family made with the KFT.
She slowly walked up to her room, and silent as can be, closed and locked the door behind her. She went into her closet where of course, she found her "special toybox" and opened it slowly.
Picking up each weapon to examine it closely, she couldn't get her eyes off of that silver pistol that shone brightly in the day sun. Without even thinking, she put back all the weapons except that one pistol and walked out the room heading to her parents' room...
"So it was then and there you decided to do it?" Dave asked calmly just listening to her story now, insted of writing down notes.
"Thats right..... enough was enough for both me and my mother....."
Katerina walked down that long hallway with that pistol swinging in her right hand as she continued to step closer and closer to that door with the blaring sun showing light underneath.
She turned the chipped gold painted knob, to find her so called "father" in the bed resting peacefully with his left hand on his face, while the other rested between his legs for extra warmth with the blanket covering his fat body.
"Wake up you fool!" Katerina shouted as she struck her father on the head, with the handle of the pistol she still held.
Her father immediatly got up, holding his head in pain staring into her angry eyes, "What the hell are you doing?!", he was about to backhand her with his hand when Katerina pulled the pistol out, and held it in his face.
"What now daddy?" Katerina asked with a quick smile on her face, still holding the gun in his face.
Her father couldn't do anything except back away, and stare at her, "Y-you wouldn't shoot your own father would you? Come on we can just talk this over later." her father trembled, trying everything he can to not get his life taken away from him at that very moment.
By this time her mother had rushed to see what had happened, and when she saw that scene with her only daughter holding a gun to her father's face, she went ghost white.
"Kit what are you doing?!" she screamed, while breaking into tears.
"Mom how can you defend this sad idiot? Even after what he does to you, you can't see why he deserves this?" Katerina tried to explain to her still shaken mother...
"He abused your mother too?" Dave asked with concern.
"Of course, when you have a father who goes to bars until who knows when, and comes back dumb drunk to a caring wife, there is expected to be something going on at home." Katerina explained.
"What kind of abuse was it then?" Dave asked.
"Any kind you can think of, verbal abuse..... emotional abuse..... sexual abuse, and just plain abuse.".....
"Kit just think of what you're doing, if you do this the police will be after you, and your life will be ruined." Her father continued, clinging to keeping himself alive.
Her mother listened to what her daughter said to her, and just stood there at the doorway blankly.
"Trust me, my life is ruined enough as it is, the police mean nothing to me." Katerina spoke out, preparing to pull the trigger when her mother finally spoke out to her.
"Kit.... give me the gun." She started off calmly.
"No." Katerina responded, still holding the pistol in front of her "father's" face, that was now beginning to be drenched in sweat and tears in fear of loosing his life.
"Katerina, if you love me with all the help I try to give you, just please give me the gun. Don't kill your father, he's not worth it." Her mother spoke out to her.
"Not worth it?!" Her father interrupted in anger, even after having a gun in his face.
"Shutup!" Katerina scowled at him, bringing the gun even closer just inches away from his face. He couldn't fo anything but obey, as he know stared down the barrel of what might be the cause of his death.
Katerina finally came to her sences and attempted to give her mother the gun, when her father rushed towards Katerina to backhand her for doing what she did. Out of nowhere, her mother pulled out a gun she was carrying behind her back unnoticed from both of them and pointed it at her father, like Katerina did moments ago.
"Rick leave her alone you sick bastard." she spoke out to her husband.
"You too? But wh..." her father began.
"There is nothing you can say, after everything you have done to both of us. I always knew what you did to Kit, but didn't know what to do to you, I always feel anger, sadness, remourse towards you and your ways, I'm glad that Katerina did was she did today or who knows when it would stop." Her mother trembled with the same type of pistol Katerina had, but was black insted of silver.
The was silence in the room, with both Katerina and her mother waiting for her father to say something, but was speechless and knew he was wrong, even Katerina stood there blankly.
"Always praising yourself and saying, "hate it or love it, the underdog is on top", when you would get promoted...." Katerina mother started, laughing a little, "well guess what .... hate it or love it...... the underdog is on top!"
She said, before she shot her own husband.....