Hey guys! This is my first story longer than one chapter:)
Desclaimer: Like any other normal teenage girl, I don't own Kickin' it.
This was it. The moment I would start it all again. I entered the doors of my new home. My name is Kimberly Anne Crawford. But call me that or Kimmy if you want your head ripped off. So for your safety I recommend calling me Kim. I am 16 and in High School.
I look at the house in front of me. It was huge! It has three floors. I looked at my mother questioningly.
"We can afford it, don't worry." she said. "He won't suspect us to live in here." she added opening the door and went inside.
You see, for two years my father, Daniel abused both me and my mother. He would slap and punch and hit my mother and then he would move and do the same things to me. But when this beating became a daily routine, my mother and I moved away from him. So here we were in Seaford, in a new house and starting a new life.
"Kim, will you please help me with the boxes?" my mother's voice yelled from the house.
"Sure!" I yelled back and looked at the few boxes we had in the small pick-up truck.
My mother would always sleep in the truck, too afraid to sleep in the same room with the monster I had to call father. So one night she started putting her things in there, so we could both me and her get out of that hellhole. She would put everything one by one so it wouldn't be suspicious. After a week she had packed everything necessary so we left that night. And here we are now.
I took two boxes and went inside. There was a small hall that led into the living room and the kitchen. I looked around. It was huge. I saw the staircase.
"Where is my room?" I asked my mother who had just come out of a room. I'm guessing the bathroom.
"First floor on the right" she said.
I immediately dropped the two boxes and ran upstairs. First floor on the right I thought again. I found the room and opened the door.
"wow" was all I could say. My room was two times bigger then my old one. There was only a double bed in it. The house only had the absolutely necessary furniture. I looked around. On each side of the rooms as a door. I opened the door on the right to find a huge bathroom. After that I went to the door on the left and found what must be a dressing room.
I ran out of the room and hugged my mother tightly.
"Ok, KIm. I guess you like it here but my bruises kind of hurt." my mother said.
I immediately let go.
This was a new beginning, away from the painful past.
After my mother and I finished unpacking we looked at the house. The kitchen was completely equipped and the living room had a couch, a coffee table and a TV. We still had no table to eat. However we decided we can deal a few weeks without it. Upstairs in my room there was a desk now and a few photos along with some clothes, already arranged in the dressing room while in my mother's room was an old computer on a small deck, a nightstand next to the already existent bed and her clothes perfectly arranged in her dressing room. She had her own bathroom too. On the third floor there was another bedroom, smaller and a bathroom. Also there was another room, completely empty.
I looked at the clock. 9:00. It was pretty late but strangely, I wasn't tired at all. I went downstairs to talk to my mother who was trying to find something on TV. This house was way to quiet. When mom saw me, she turned off the TV and as she could read my mind, she said:
"It's quiet in here, isn't it?"
"yeah, without father and his constant beatings..."
"I'm sorry you had to put up with that" My mother's tone was so sincere.
"It's not your fault. It's because he was weak." I said with disgust. After he had lost his job he immediately started drinking. I had always known he was not strong or tough or anything like that but I would have never imagined he would have ended up like that. A drunken adult beating the hell out of his wife and his daughter.
"I know. But he wasn't always like that." My mother said, sadness in her voice.
"What do you mean?"
"When I met him, he was one of the toughest person I have ever met. But in time, he had changed."
I was shocked. I always wandered where I had gotten the though side from. Neither of my parents seemed to actually be though.
"Well, why did he change?" I asked. However my mom did not know what to say at that.
She just gave me a small laugh and changed the subject. "You know uncle Rudy, right?"she asked.
Rudy was my mother's brother. I had heard of him but never saw him.
"Sort of. Why?" I said intrigued.
"Well, he may not look like it but he is really rich. However he keeps it a secret. When he had heard about our situation he offered to help."
"But how did he find out?" I asked confused. Father forbade to even talk about the topic of abuse."
"Well I was on the phone with him when Daniel came. He demanded to stop talking to Rudy because he could find out. But I disobeyed. So as usual he started punching me. Rudy was still on the phone and he heard everything. He suggested calling the police but I said no. When I told him about my plan he offered to help on one condition: You will join his dojo. So I immediately agreed." My mother finished. "I forgot to tell you about the dojo part." she said with an apologetic smile. I hugged her. She knew that I wanted to join a dojo since father forbade. And now was my chance.
We talked for a little longer. Suddenly a question came to my mind.
"Where are you going to work now?" I asked my mother.
"Don't worry about that. Rudy arranged an interview at the local court. If everything goes good then I shall start on Tuesday." She explained. My mother was a lawyer. So it didn't really worry me the money. She did come from a rich family.
"Well I hope you get the job" I said. Suddenly I yawned as sleep was taking over me.
"I'm gonna head to bed. Night mom"
"Night sweetie."
I went to my room, changed into my pjs and crashed on the comfortable bed. I was soon enough sound asleep, for the first time in my life feeling safe.
So that was it. The first chapter:D. Hope you liked it. Also can anyone tell me how to make a line break, please!
