By age fourteen, Natalie had fallen in love with Kate. Or so she believed in her twisted head. She was a loyal puppy who would do anything she wanted as long as she got rewarded in the end. She became highly protective of Kate, craved Kate's attention like a drug, and couldn't do without her.
By age fifteen, Natalie had begun to resent her father. David had no right to Kate—she, Natalie, was the one who she loved. So the quarrels with her father started.
David could not understand where all the attitude was coming from. Of course he couldn't. Not when Natalie kept a tight lip on what the problem was. So one night, Natalie's jealousy got to a fever point. She took a knife and attempted to stab David while he was asleep with Kate.
Natalie wasn't scared of Kate finding out what she did. She did it for her. Because she loved her.
