I Unintentionally Became Her Kitten

Chapter 49: Transfer

Sophia got up with me to go to the window again. I went to open it but Sophia put her hand on mine with a pointed look toward the front door.

My view was cut off so I could no longer see Alisha and Matteo.

Did Sophia not want me to open the window? She seemed supportive of me receiving a phone but maybe she didn’t trust someone stealthily sneaking up to the house like that.

The doorbell rang again followed by some of the loudest knocking I’d ever heard, probably Matteo’s doing. It was then that Sophia gave me a knowing look and helped me open the window. It slid up with a loud thud and I understood why she had me wait. The noise would’ve been obvious to my parents. I went to pull the screen up but Tye came in front of the window and waved me away.

I took a step back as there was a glimmer of metal in his hand and he expertly slid a pocket knife into the screen, flush against the bottom and cut through the material.

Sophia held her breath next to me as it made a ripping sound. It wasn't loud but in our current situation, a pin dropping would be cause for anxiety.

Tye pushed his hand through the slit and in it was a small phone and the credit card.

I took them and mouthed a thank you but he made an expectant gesture.

Over by the front door, I could hear Alisha talking, being rather forceful with her words.

I frowned and shook my head in confusion.

“Your documents,” Sophia breathed next to me.

My documents… that were in the safe. I looked at Sophia and then hurried to the bedroom door. My feet made gentle patting sounds against the wood as I went, trying to be silent. The most nerve wracking part was the hallway. I opened my door slowly, listening to their voices in the other room.

“I don't think that's your business,” Alisha was telling him off. “Why do you feel it's your place to control what she does? It's not fair to her.”

I dodged across the hall into my parent’s open door.  The safe was in their closet, which I was relieved to see was open, but it was also a horrible realization to see the gun safe was also open.

I didn't know what was missing, but it meant one of my parents had a firearm on them.

“Do you know what is not fair?” my mom said. “What's not fair is sending your son off to college just to have him come back– dressed like that and demanding pronouns.”

I froze, hand on the safe’s dial. Alisha hadn't known about that. Nor did Tye or Matteo and I had been fully intending to keep it that way.

My heart was hammering now, unsure how Alisha was going to react. The silence was only making the tremble in my hand turn into a violent shaking.

And then Alisha’s voice came back lowly. “What she does with her body is nobody’s business but hers, her partners–that would be me–and her doctors. What makes you feel you have the right to dictate what she does or doesn't do with it is bullshit.”

She… knew? I realized. When did she find out? I felt the emotions starting to well up again but my father's disgruntled, “what did you say?” snapped me back to the moment.

I tried to remember the numbers. It was my mom’s birthday, I knew. She was the keeper of important paperwork in this household and after a couple attempts the door came free. I let out a breath and rummaged through. My thighs and calves were starting to burn from crouching for so long. I moved a large stack of cash and a few photo albums out of the way and went through each sheet of paper, finding first my social security card and then, halfway down the stack, my birth certificate.

“I said what I said,” Alisha stated. “If you find it offensive, that's your problem.”

I closed the safe and turned the dial back to zero before standing and nearly falling. My knees ached badly from the strain. I took a precarious second to let the blood flow in my legs before preparing to dodge across the hall again.

There was a clapping sound and I froze. That sounded like a slap.

Shit, I realized. My father had a bit of a temper. I'd seen him punch more than one person in the face.

I needed to hurry so Tye could go back to his guard duties without worrying about me.

With another breath I made a quick check around the doorframe and then took those terrifying three steps back to my doorway and through it.

Sophia and Tye were still there, though Sophia looked paler now and Tye was scowling angrily as he stared in the direction of the front door.

I hurried and slid a little as I got to the window again and shoved my papers through, then grabbed my old wallet to give to him as well.

He took them and I saw the hurried shove into his pocket before he backed off.

Sophia put a gentle hand on my shoulder reassuringly as the break in conversation was miserable.

Matteo's deep voice chimed in for the first time, carrying through the house in a way that only deep masculine voices could.

“How dare you–” but he stopped suddenly. 

I swallowed. This wasn't good. Alisha wasn't the kind of person to tolerate anyone touching her.

I shoved the phone and card into my drawer and turned to go down the hall myself.

Sophia grabbed my arm just for me to yank free and hurry on my way.

I didn't even realize I did it until I was halfway down the hallway.

I skidded to a stop as I came into the living and dining room. My parents turned to glare at me as I did so. Alisha was standing on the front stoop. There was a red mark forming on her cheek and Matteo was at her shoulder, much closer than usual and one hand behind his back, undoubtedly reaching for a firearm. Alisha had an arm out to keep him from going further. Her eyes met mine and I could tell she was relieved to see me unharmed. The iPear she had given me was still in her hand.

“Get back in your room,” my father snarled.

“No,” I told him, trying to keep the shaking in my voice to a minimum.

“No?” he repeated, disbelievingly.

“No. This is between you and me. Leave her out of it,” I pressed.

I gave Alisha a nod at this, hoping she'd see the double meaning but I didn't know what kinds of subtle gestures she'd actually understand from me

There was a thin smile that formed on her face. So she understood something.

My father turned to Alisha then.

“Get off my property before I call the cops,” he told her, and slammed the door in her face even as she was taking a step backwards.

I swallowed, my parents now staring at me.

“That's some pretty little bitch,” my father grumbled.

“Such a little whore you've gotten to be,” my mother added with that disdainful glare.

I stared at the floor. There were no words to express my feelings. There was so much fear and rage and shame and relief all at once that my brain was short circuiting and the swirling whirlpool of static wasn’t making it easy to sort them out.

My father approached and I braced for a strike but instead his hand grabbed my hair and pulled.

I winced as my scalp stretched with the strain and let him pull me back to the bedroom area and shove me into my own before gesturing for Sophia to come out.

She did so, silently and obediently. Our eyes met briefly before she went to her own room.

“Come out of this room and you’re dead,” he told me and slammed the door closed, leaving me in the darkness.

My breath trembled as the adrenaline started to ebb away, the familiar feeling of complete and utter exhaustion and cold chills starting to take over again.

I grabbed the phone and finally let myself relax on the bed.

It was a strange-looking phone. Small, about half the size of the iPear I’d been using, and instead of a touchscreen had a keypad and a small very pixelated display. I navigated through it a bit clumsily. There was no sound or vibration from the key presses, only the gentle feeling of the keys clicking beneath my fingertips.

A text came within a few seconds of me getting settled with it.

Did you get the phone? it read.

Yes, I answered. I listened for a moment, but my parents had returned to their bedroom and despite their frustrated discussion, I could tell they were getting settled down in there.

Good. That’s a burner phone, I didn’t have much else to sneak to you that would be discreet enough. You should keep it on your person, but I know you said your father searched your pockets. That model is small enough you should be able to keep it in your bra.

I gave the phone a look over. It was slender, for sure and I probably would be able to stash it under one of my boobs without anyone noticing. I’d need to wear something a bit baggier than my current shirt, but that would be no problem. All of my leftover clothes here were my old clothes and would be both a bit big and not designed for the curve of a breast.

Thank you, I messaged who I could only assume was Alisha.

I heard T got some documents from you. Is that all you need?

All that I’m aware of.

Good. For now sit tight, but I’m going to need you to do some snooping.

Snooping? I didn’t like the feeling in my gut.

Because he has those photos, we need to be sure he doesn’t have more concerning ones. There's also the question of how he knew we’d be there in the first place.

I thought he just followed us. That was what made the most sense.

I had J take a look at those photos. They were taken with a very long range lens. Which was why none of us noticed we were being followed. It was more of an ambush.

But that meant someone told him that we’d be there. There would be no reason for my father to have that information.

Okay, I agreed. Just let me know what you need me to do.

I need the contents of his phone. When you have a chance to get your hands on it, send a message to this number and we’ll send a download file. All you have to do is let it install.

That was going to be easier said than done. My father’s phone was usually with him and there was no way he’d let me touch it.

Okay. I'll do what I can.

I want to get you out of there as soon as I can. T and the others will be close by if anything happens you can text or call me and they'll be with you within a few minutes.

Thank you.

Stay safe.

Our conversation ended. It felt a bit hollow but I could tell she was avoiding giving out too much information.

I'd have to make do knowing that she cared enough to take a slap across the face for me. It did surprise me that she didn't unleash Matteo on them. But Tye had said she didn't tend to act from personal feelings often.

Note: I am super aware of the very obvious reason Alisha would know about the Kitten's gender adventure. The Kitten just sometimes forgets that the Alisha has seen parts of her she hasn't really seen in a good long while. And I note this because I don't want super snarky comments about the kitten being dumb. It will be addressed in a later chappie.