Katka closed her bedroom door, sliding a latch across to lock it. Kitt watched nervously from beside her bed "Why do you lock the door?" Katka shook her head decisively, glancing nervously from the door and back "I dont want to be overheard... I need to ask you a question." She walked closer, eyes searching "Your dad, Kitt... What was he like?"
Kitt shrugged "Like any dad. He cared for me, I guess." Katka nodded, chewing on her thumbnail. For once her exuberant happiness was gone, replaced by worry and apprehension "And- And did your dad ever. Hurt you?" Here Kitt frowned, staring at her "Well. No... Katka, why do you ask-" She held up her hand, interrupting him "You see. In the day, my dad is fine. He's like any other dad. You saw him... But every night he goes out, to the bar. He shoots some pool, he has a few drinks."
There was a knock at Katka's door and she jumped, eyes staring wildly. Her dad knocked again "What are you kids doin' in there? Katka, you know I dont like it when you lock your door..." Finally he sighed and walked away back down the stairs, calling as he went "I'm goin' down for darts night Katka. I'l be back late, so get yourself to bed while im gone..." The front door closed with a slam and the house fell quiet.
Katka shook her head, eyes now pleading "He says- He says, him and mum where better off alone. That I'm the reason she killed herself... He shouts these things. He hurts me, and in the morning he remembers none of it." She was crying now, tears rolling down her cheeks. Kitt stared with no idea of what to say "Every night, from when I was six. I try to keep positive, try to pretend my life is normal... But its not true. I just- I-" Finally, Kitt drew her into an awkward hug. He glanced out of the window as Katka continued to sob uncontrollably into his jacket, and wondered whether he could have expected his new life to have been anything like this...