Lizy stood out on her small wooden porch waiting for her friend to arrive. She wasn't sure what time to expect her. Kent's schedule was so unpredictable. And Cathryn insisted on facing Kent and telling him in person. He deserved that she supposed. In her opinion she should have never married that man. Sam was always the one for Cathryn.
A sigh of relief escaped Lizy's lips as the silver Impala swung into her drive way. She leaned absently on the porch rail waiting for Cathryn to get out of the car. Cathryn did so slowly and walked cautiously in front of the car to the porch.
In the light from the car Lizy thought she could see something dark covering her friend's hands and shirt. As she moved closer Lizy's could smell the faint coppery aroma of blood. It was then that she noticed the large knife clutched in Cathryn's hand.
"Oh, God." Lizy's felt as if she screamed the words but in reality they were merely a horrified whisper. Cathryn heard the words however and looked up, one eye almost completely swollen shut. "Kitty Cat, what did he do to you?"
"He didn't want me to go." Cathryn said dully and looked down as realized that she was still carrying the knife. It dropped to the porch with a thud. Like a rock, Cathryn followed it.
Trying to catch her on the way down was useless but Lizy had to try. The force of Cathryn's body knocked her to the wooden planks, but at least she broke her fall, Lizy thought to herself. Wrestling her way out from under her friend, Lizy moved to wake Cathryn.
"Kitty Cat, wake up. Come on don't do this to me out here. I can't carry you inside." Cathryn slowly opened her good eye and focused on Lizy. "Good girl, now we just need to get you up."
"Why am I on the floor?"
"You had you a little swoon, that's all."
"Okay." Reaching out from the porch rail Cathryn pulled her self. "I need to call Sam. I need to tell him to stay away from Kent. He's...He's not stable right now."
"Okay, let's just go inside and you can call Sam, then we'll call the police. I'm assuming that he's still alive since you want to warn Sam."
"Yeah, he's alive. I just cut his arm. He tried to grab me again." Cathryn looked up at Lizy with glazed over eyes from shock. "I couldn't let that happen could I? He was going to hurt me again. I had to cut him with the knife. You understand that, right?"
"Yes sweetie, I understand. You just sit down here and I'll call Sam. You just sit a minute and I'll get you some ice."
"Okay." Cathryn dropped on the couch and closed her eyes.
Lizy walked to the kitchen and called Sam. She decided against filling him in on the state of his lover over the phone. Instead she asked him to stop by after work to check on her himself. By then she hoped Cathryn would be alert again. So she could talk to him herself.
With the ice wrapped in a dish towel Lizy came back in and laid it gently against the side of Cathryn's face. "Here sweetie, hold this here while I call the police."
"No!" Cathryn's hand shot out and held Lizy's wrist. "No police. I just want this behind me. No police. I don't want to have to go though all that unless I have to."
"Okay, I won't call them if that's what you want." Lizy brushed back Cathryn's hair like you would a child's. "Why don't you go take a shower? It will make you feel better."
"Yeah, I think I will." For the first time since she got there Cathryn's eyes cleared and focused on the blood on Lizy. "Oh God, you have blood all over your shirt. It's ruined."
"It's okay. You'll just have to buy me a new one." Lizy teased and pushed her toward the bathroom. "Now go on. I'll go get your clothes and bring them in to you."
Cathryn managed a small smile that tugged on the split in her lip. "You just want to see me naked and this is your excuse."
"You figured me out." Lizy held the smile until Cathryn closed the bathroom door. First thing she was going to do was get the knife off the porch and bring it in. Then she would get Cathryn's belongings out of the car.
In the car, blood covered the door, steering wheel, and gear shift. After Cathryn was asleep she would come back out and clean up the mess. She just wished Cathryn would let her call the cops. But she respected her friend's wishes.
She hoped that Sam didn't fly off the handle when he saw Cathryn. At least she wouldn't have the blood on her when he showed up. But Lizy doubted that would matter. Sam would be pissed with just cause. She was pretty pissed herself and would love to get her hands on the asshole. But she needed to stay with Cathryn now.
Disgusted Lizy stared at the blood smears on her couch and got to work in cleaning them up. By the time Cathryn emerged from the bathroom all traces had been wiped and scrubbed away. Lizy was busily unpacking clothes in the spare room for her temporary house guest.
Cathryn could smell the lingering trace of cleaner and felt guilty. It was her fault there were wet spots on Lizy's new blue sofa. She just hoped that the blood came all out. She glanced out the door, saw the knife was gone, and wondered absently were Lizy had put it.
Gingerly she sat down in a kitchen chair. Her whole body ached. Fresh bruises were on her hip, shoulder, ankle, and arm. The ones on her ankle and arm where the exact size and shape of Kent's hand. In an absent gesture she rubbed the bruise on her arm and gave an involuntary shutter.
With any luck she could keep some of these bruises from Sam. He was already going to be mad. The last thing she need was Kent and Sam killing each other over her.
*****
Sam knew something was going on that Lizy wasn't telling him. There was a tremor in her voice that said clearly everything was not fine. If Cathryn was just shaken up after her confrontation with Kent she would have called him herself. With a heavy foot on the accelerator the truck edged toward seventy as Sam sped up Route 10 to Cathryn.
He wanted to be with her when she broke the news to Kent. No, she had said, he needed to hear it from her, without Sam there to rub salt in the wounds. Kent wouldn't be a problem, she could handle him, she insisted.
God if something happened to her...don't think that way, Sam told himself. He eased off the gas petal as the rear end of the little maroon truck skidded around a curve. The truck slowed to a more reasonable sixty as Sam approached the town of Brooksville, the county seat of Bracken County.