Author's Note: These two chapters are short and neither of them are told from Kat's POV. Hope you anyway.
Chapter 2: Danny
Danny's POV (Kat's half Brother)
I've been watching them dig the hole. The whole time they threw her down there. I couldn't stop them of course but I waited as both cars drove away.
I gripped the shovel that was tightly in my hand.
I didn't want to do this.
But I'm doing this because I knew mom would have wanted this.
I walked over to where I'm sure she was buried. I could always feel less careless about this. This was my sister after all and she deserved everything she had coming to her, but this…being buried…alive, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.
I forced the shovel into the dirt and lifted it up. Once, twice, a third time. The rustiness of the shovel peeled off onto my hands as I kept forcing it through the dirt.
I can't believe I was actually helping her.
I hated her. Since she was born, I always felt resented…by dad, never by my mom.
So, why should I help her because of mom? Should I? Or should I let her suffer? Should I let her die? I could walk away right now and not feel any guilty conscious on my back.
I just had to keep in my mind that my mother would have wanted this.
She would have.
I continued digging, my arms ache. Every part of my body is viciously stinging from the cold of the November air.
I shrugged my jacket off and threw it over on the ground and dug deeper into the earth.
My eyes determined to find the wooden box.
Shit, is this even the right place?
By the time my head was in the hole, I stopped digging. The box wasn't here.
Where the fuck was it?
I hoisted myself up and got out of the and sat down on the ground. I dug in the wrong place although I could have sworn that it was the right place.
I filled the hole back up immediately, as fast as I could and kicked my shoe through the dirt and sighed.
That had to be the right place…unless I was digging in the wrong spot. With all the dirt, you have to make sure you're digging in the right area. The exact area.
I moved three feet over and started to dig again. I had to motivate myself in my head to keep going.
I didn't want to. My arms constantly protested against it but I kept going. Pushing and pushing myself until I forced my shovel down and it hit something hard.
My eyes grew wide as I stepped back and got on my knees and began pushing the dirt around.
Off and off until I could see the corner of the rectangular box.
I breathed out of my nose and continued pushing more and more dirt off.
Until The lid was completely uncovered.
I threw the shovel down and dug my nails under the lid and tried to lift it. It was heavy. I don't even know how those guys managed to lift it. Felt like a huge piece of glass.
I lifted it and it bruised my hands yet I managed to lift it up and push it aside.
My breathing was hard from loss of air.
I looked down into the box, of her bloody, cut up body.
Her eyes were shut.
It may already be too late. I leaned over and placed my index finger under her nose to see if she was breathing.
I felt nothing….at first.
Then I felt a soft, gentle, rush of warm air from her nose and I immediately grabbed her, and picked her up.
She fell limp in my arms as I placed her against the walls of the dirt and pushed her up onto the ground.
I got myself up and then pushed her out of the hole completely.
She was bloody and dirty and I just had this sick urge to push her back down.
I sighed and filled the hole back up. And when I was done, the sky was getting brighter and brighter by the second.
I hoisted Kat's body onto my shoulder and walked with her to my truck.
Out of nowhere, she started to struggle and she screamed out loud.
Damnit. I was hoping she wouldn't wake up just yet.
"Stop fighting me, damnit!" I said as she wiggled out of my hold and hit the ground.
She turned and tried crawling away.
"Stop." I grabbed her and she began crying.
"Kat! It's me! It's Danny." I said and she stopped fighting me, her breathing hard yet her cries didn't seize.
"Let go of me." She cried.
"No. I gotta get you to the hospital, Kat."
"No. I wanna go home…please." She breathed.
I stared down at her.
Should I take her home or the hospital? Fuck what she says. I'm taking her to the hospital. I pick her up, my nails mistakenly digging into one of her cuts and she cried out. I don't got the time to be careful with her, I keep her against me as I open the bed of my truck.
I push her into it and she lays on the dark blue cover that would normally cover a pool.
Then out of whatever so called kindness that's in my heart, I go to get my jacket and cover up her body.
Then I get in the car and take off towards the hospital.
It's a long way there and to entertain myself, I just sit and think. I know what she did. What she told her grandfather. It was a bitch move. Seriously. She should have known the consequences to doing what she did. The one thing about Tomas is that he feels no remorse. Not for his only daughter, not for his only son. He's married to the business and he is only a father to only the business.
I didn't give a fuck though.
I was Tomas's oldest child and I didn't see him as a dad.
If he pays me a visit, its only to drop off money. He didn't like me no more than he liked his daughter but he told me he respected me more.
I didn't respect him though. There's nothing good about him…or Harper.
Harper especially…power hungry rapist.
It's insane how many charges he has against him yet…he hasn't even taken a step into a prison.
What the hell makes him so high and fucking mighty?
I can hear Kat groaning and still crying hard in the bed of the truck.
I think I might just drop her off on the first few steps of the hospital, let somebody find her.
Yeah, that plan should work just fine.
I turn up my music to drown out her suffering moans. They're starting to annoy me.
It took everything in me to not just let her out.
Drop her into the street and let her find her own way home but the more I thought about it, I kept imagining what my mom would have wanted me to do.
The car came to a stop in front of Portland Hospital I got out of my car but left it running. I opened the bed of the truck and grabbed her. She gasped and cried out as I dragged her up the stairs. Her skin scraping against the concrete.
Eh, she won't mind. She already looks fucked up. I honestly don't think it can get any worst.
I dropped her down, on her stomach a few feet from the doors of the hospital and then knocked on the sliding doors and walked away.
As I walked down the steps, I didn't turn as I heard voices yelling to help the girl on the ground. If only people knew what kind of person that girl was.
I got into the car as people were calling for me. Knowing I had something to do with it. I started my car, and I drove off.