Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kickin' It
A/N: Hi, guys :) This is my first fanfic and I hope you enjoy it :D This fanfic originally was supposed to be rated T, but there is one future chapter that may seem more appropriate to be rated M. But I wasn't sure, so I rated it M to be safe. Unlike other rated M stories, there is nothing overly gross in 'Behind These Castle Walls'. Chapter 6 is rated M but it's NOT inappropriately descriptive & the M stuff is short.
~Chapter One~
The wealthy Crawford's arranged a marriage for thier fifteen year old daughter, Kim. They had chosen sixteen year old Jack Brewer to be her husband.
"Mom, why do I have to do this?!" Kim yelled from her bedroom.
"Mr. Brewer comes from a wealthy family, too!" her mom screamed, "You have to marry him for the sake of our family's reputation! I'd be so ashamed of you if you married anybody else!"
"But, I've never met this Jack guy and I'm just fifteen years old!" Kim yelled, sticking her head outside her bedroom door, "I don't want to be married to anyone! Just please, leave me alone!"
"Kimberly Anne Crawford! You better get your butt down here right this instant! Jack is coming to meet you right now!" her mom screamed, "And you better have your dress on!"
"In your dreams, mother." Kim snapped, quietly. She had her orange butterfly shirt and blue jeans on. Kim was texting her best friend, Mika while sitting at her computer desk with her feet crossed, laying on the top of it.
Downstairs, there was a knock at the golden door. Mrs. Crawford opened it and welcomed Jack inside.
"Nice mansion you have, Mrs. Crawford." Jack smiled.
"Thank you, Mr. Brewer." she replied, "Kim is upstairs in her room. Wait here until I go retrieve her."
"Yes, Ma'am." Jack smiled.
Mrs. Crawford walked up the royal purple carpeted stairs, stomping her feet. She was incredibly mad at her daughter for not being downstairs already.
"Kimberly! You get your dress on!" her mom screamed, "Get it on now!"
"Mom! I dont have it!" Kim yelled at the top of her lungs.
"Where is it?!" her mom exploded, "Your father paid ten thousand dollars for it!"
"It's downstairs in the master kitchen...in the trash bin." Kim replied, nervously.
Mrs. Crawford pinched Kim's ear and pulled her down to the kitchen. The lavender dress was squished deep into the trash. There was glitter laying around the bin on the floor. Kim picked it up. Luckily, nothing too disgusting stained it. The trash bin just had paper in it and at the very bottom of it was a dirty baby diaper belonging to Kim's new baby sister, Grace.
"Put it on!" Mrs. Crawford screamed with her hands on her hips. So, Kim slipped it on and her mother buttoned the back of it shut.
"Mom! I hate this dress!" Kim yelled, "It's really tight and I can't reach the buttons if I want to take it off! I'm going to freak out!"
"Shut up!" her mom hissed, "You're going to wear it and you're going to like it! Don't tell me that your purple stilettos are in the trash bin too?!"
"You must be losing your mind, mom!" Kim screamed, "You never gave me any shoes!"
"Oh. They're in my room." her mom replied, shamefully, "Don't move until I get back."
Mrs. Crawford dashed across the kitchen and frantically got inside the golden elevator. Jack was still standing by the staircase. He casually walked into the kitchen to see a red-faced Kim. His future wife.
"You look beautiful." Jack said.
"Thanks, but it's so tight that I can barely breathe." Kim replied.
"When we get out of here I'll help you take it off." Jack answered.
"No offense, but who the heck are you?" Kim said, timidly.
"Jack Brewer III of the Boston Brewers. My father and mother arranged our wedding. Honestly, I was a little apprehensive. But I feel better now after meeting you, Kim."
"Wedding?! It cannot be today!" Kim shouted, "I don't know you and I don't want to go through with this!"
"I'm sorry that you feel that way, but you'll fall in love with me. I know you will." Jack grinned, "All the girls like me. You should feel very special that you're going to be mine forever."
Kim couldn't believe what he was saying. Jack was being so cocky, but he was attractive. She looked him up and down when his head was turned away.
"I like what I see." Kim whispered very lightly.
Suddenly Jack looked directly into her chocolate, brown eyes. Kim quickly stared at the silver, linolium floor in shame that she got caught.
"I have good hearing." Jack smirked. Kim began awkwardly blowing bubbles with her gum, avoiding eye . Mrs. Crawford ran back into the kitchen heaving out of breath. She wasn't in the best physical shape for a middle aged woman.
"Take off your flats." her mother commanded, handing Kim the shiny stillettos.
"Mom! These are really trampy!" Kim shouted, "I don't want to wear them! You can't even see my shoes under this mess of a dress! Why do I have to wear them?!"
"Put them on, Kimberly, honeybear." her mom grinned, "You just have to do it."
"Grrr...Don't call me that!" Kim screamed, "You know how I hate the name Kimberly! You've always called me Kim! And I'm not wearing them!"
"Spit out that gum." her mom almost cursed, "Kimberly!"
"I'm not done with it!" Kim shouted, throwing her fists around the air.
"I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Brewer." her mom apologized, "Kimberly usually isn't like this."
"It's fine, Mrs. Crawford." Jack replied, "Kim's having a difficult time accepting this."
"Mom, you make me sick." Kim grumbled, "I'm not getting married. I want to go hang out with Mika."
"Well, Mr. Brewer, you'll have to wait until Mr. Crawford gets here." her mom gasped, ignoring her daughter's complaints, "Kimberly wears me out sometimes. Her father will make her put the shoes on."
"Shut up!" Kim cried, teardrops were forming in her eyes because, her dad would be home soon and he scared her.
"Kim, you're very rude to your mother." Jack said, "Put your shoes on and spit your gum out so we can go."
She stared at the floor again, her face feeling extremely hot. After a pause, she spit her gum into the trash bin and slipped off her blue flats in exchange for purple stillettos.
"I just want to get out of here." Kim replied, her voice trembling.
"Your carriage awaits you, princess." Jack smiled. He reached for her hand and she gladly wrapped her fingers around his hand as they walked outside to his green Ferrrari. Jack opened the passenger door for Kim and she got inside. Then he walked around the front of the car and got inside the driver's seat.
"Thanks, Jack." Kim smiled.
"For what, my love?" Jack answered.
"For...the pep talk. I wasn't planning on listening to my mother. You saved me a beating." Kim replied, hesitantly.
Jack stuck the key in the ignition and responded, "Your father beats you?"
"Y...yes." Kim said. She tried not to cry, but the tears streamed from her flushed cheeks.
"That's horrible." Jack replied, "You're safe with me." He gently placed his hand on her shoulder and Kim flinched. "I'd never do that to you, sweetheart."
"Thanks." Kim sniffled, wiping her eyes, "That's part of the reason I didn't want to get married. I thought mother and father were going to make me marry a mean, older man."
"Kim, I'll treat you right." Jack said softly.
She looked directly into his stunning, hazel eyes and smiled, "You're really nice, Jack."
Jack lightly kissed her damp cheek and Kim blushed.
To be continued...
