I don’t think this is the reaction Arthur expected.  Sure we were mad but I think it was obvious which emotion had the strongest hold over our bodies.  I had to tell him the whole story.  He knew something was up.  The way he watched us showed it.  I wanted to tell him, but like always there is a right time for everything.  I just didn’t reel that this was the right time.

In a police station after being practically interrogated, on the edge of a break down, and with a cloudy head.  No this was not the right time.

My breaths were starting to come in fast gasps.  I was unable to take a full breath so I was getting light headed.  Out of nowhere I felt arms wrap around me.  Spencer was holding me and I felt safe.  I don’t know where it came from but it did and it pushed me.

My hands buried themselves into my hair.  My eyes squeezed shut.  And my hand clamped over my mouth.  I had no control over my body.  Luckily I had Spencer and she helped lower me to the ground gently.  We fell at a slow pace till I was seated next to my sister who was being comforted by Aiden.  

Glen was bent down next to us offering his silent support.  As was a somber looking Arthur.  

I heard words being said but didn’t register them.  My hand wiped my damp face for the last time before I realized through my haze how pointless it was.  I was drowning.

“Shhh”  Spencer hummed next to my ear.  I was practically in her lap.  “Its ok.  Your going to be ok.  I won’t let anyone hurt you.”  She said in a soft tone that literally comforted my tattered soul.

“We can’t go back Kitty.”  I said in a broken voice.  “I don’t wanna go ba-a-a-ack.”  My words were broken due to the uncontrollable weeping.  The wails were coming up so strong I shook each time.  “She hurt me Spence, broke me.  I rather die then go back there.  You don’t know what it was like.  I never want you to kn-kn-know.  Just don’t let her ta-a-ake us.  Please.”  I cried out.