Ok, this is my first one-shot in this story. I hope you enjoy it.

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER- I do not own Kickin' It

STORY 1-

Kim's POV-

I couldn't take it anymore! The yells and shrieks of my parent's newly started fight was driving me crazy.

Looking down at the 5 uncompleted math problems I had left, I sighed with frustration and threw my pencil on top of my book. Slowly, I started running my fingers through my long, blonde hair. Listening intensely to the argument between my parents.

"She's useless!" my dad screamed.

"Don't you dare talk about my daughter that way!" My mother shot back.

"I can't help it. She's just like you!" My dad fired at my mom.

"This has nothing to do with Kim!" My mom shrieked.

"We're fighting because of Kim!" My dad shouted.

My eyebrows went straight up, my eyes began to water, my throat choked up. My lip started to quiver.

Crying slightly, I went to my closet, looking at my clock on the way there. It read 6:00.

In my closet, I dug around. Looking for one of my old gym bags. Pulling it out of my closet, I threw some clothes, my toiletries, and my valuable things into it. Stuffing my homework into my backpack and swinging it over my shoulder, I opened my window. The last thing I heard was a sickening slap and glass shattering. A/N: THIS IS IMPORTANT FOR THE END!

Looking down, I threw my gym bag onto the first floor roof and jumped, landing silently and skillfully next to it. Then I threw the bag onto the ground and followed it.

When my feet hit the hard, dirty ground, I sighed. Thanking God that my room was only on the second story.

Grabbing my gym bag, I ran. Ran away. Not looking back.

As I reached the end of our road I decided to head to the dojo. The guys will be there, and Rudy to.

At times like these I consider the guys my family. They're always there for me.

After 15 minutes, I reached the dojo. Seeing the lights on, I headed in to be greeted by 5 familiar, "Hey!"s.

I smiled quickly wiping the rest of my left-over tears from my face.

"Kim, what's wrong?" Rudy asked.

I never told them about my parent's fighting. I don't want pity. So instead, I stretched the truth. Just a little.

"Uh, my house was too noisy and I couldn't concentrate on my homework. Is it ok if I do it here?" I asked.

"Sure." Rudy said and walked into his office.

I smiled. The guys went back to practicing and I headed to the bench to continue on my homework.

I was almost done with my last assignment when I heard a cough from behind me.

Turning around, I smiled.

"Hey, Jack!"

"Hey, Kim. What are you still doing here?"

"Uh, I'm almost done with this last problem." I showed him my almost completed paper.

"Ok, well, I'm getting ready to go, do you want me to walk you home?" He asked.

Biting my lower lip, I glanced at the gym bag next to me. Weighing my options. I decided against going home.

"Nah, I don't think I'm going home." I confessed, keeping my head down.

"What?! Kim, why not?" Jack eagerly questioned.

I scratched my head, trying to think about what to say.

"Damn it Kim! Tell me!" Jack slammed his fists onto the bench, which caused me to jump. Memories of earlier tonight flowed through my head.

FLASHBACK

"She's useless!" my dad screamed.

"Don't you dare talk about my daughter that way!" My mother shot back.

"I can't help it. She's just like you!" My dad fired at my mom.

"This has nothing to do with Kim!" My mom shrieked.

"We're fighting because of Kim!" My dad shouted.

END FLASHBACK

I started crying. No, bawling. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed.

It was about 5 minutes later and I was still sobbing.

There was a gentle, strong hand that made small circles on my back. I calmed down and looked over my shoulder. I saw Jack. I smiled a little.

Sniffling, I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked at him. Staring into those chocolate orbs he calls eyes that looked like they could cry too.

Talking in a hoarse voice, I asked, "Are you crying?"

He blinked the small amount of water from his eyes. I smiled, "You WERE crying!" I coughed. His hand was comforting, going in small circles.

He nodded. "Because, you were crying."

I cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"Well, I care about you." He confessed, avoiding my eyes.

I smiled. "Awwwwww." My eyes went wide. That wasn't supposed to come out.

There was a comfortable, yet awkward silence, when Jack broke it.

"So, why won't you tell me why you're not going home?" He asked.

And just like that, the tears came back again. I went to put my hands over my face again, when Jack grabbed my wrists.

"No, no, no, no, no. Kim, calm down." He said. A little to aggressive to be comforting.

I sniffled and calmed down a little, enough for me to talk.

"Ok? Do you wanna tell me?" Jack urged.

I nodded and took a few breathers, for good measure.

"It started a few month ago, when Krystle moved out." I started. Krystle is my older sister and moved out to college a few month ago.

"My parents started arguing a little each day. It was always about stupid things. Little, pointless things that I did. Eventually, after a month, they really went at it a lot. Several times a day. About the things I did and wanted to do. After a while, it started getting more violent. Screaming, yelling and threats too. It was bad. Tonight was the worst. I heard them argue about me. About how I'm the reason they argue. After that, I packed my stuff and ran away. The last thing I heard was a slap. I'm not going back, Jack, never."

Jack's face was full of pity. His eyes had water in them, he looked sad, pitiful.

"Kim, I'm so…"

"I don't want your pity, Jack. This was part of the reason I didn't want to tell anyone. Pity shows your weaknesses. I will not have people knowing my weakness." I tried to act strong, like the fact my parent's are on the verge of divorce didn't bother me. But Jack, being my best friend, saw through my lie.

"Kim. I know this fighting is having an effect on you. I can see it in your karate. You're not as into it as you usually are. You don't seem to be paying much attention in class either. Always staring out into space. I've always wanted to ask you what was wrong, but never did." He looked me in the eyes, they were full of concern, yet understanding.

I sniffled again, and Jack pulled me into a hug, when suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

"Hey Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I sleep over at your house tonight?"

"Sure, come on. Grab your stuff, I was just getting ready to head home." He smiled at me, I smiled at him.

On the walk to Jack's house, Jack and I laughed and joked along. Not knowing what the night will bring.

*Several Hours Later* Still Kim's POV

Jack and I were settled on the couch, both of us in our pajamas. Jack accidentally hit a button on the remote, turning the channel to the news.

"Two hours ago, Jim Crawford was arrested for the death of his wife, Shelley Crawford, when he threw a glass against her head, knocking her unconscious, then shooting her to death in the chest. Neighbors called the police after hearing the gun shots."

With that, Jack shut off the TV, while I continued to stare at the blank screen. Not knowing what to do.

After hearing you're mother had been murdered by your own father who got arrested, I did the only thing I could do.

Cried. No, bawled. Again. Jack pulled me into a hug. A comforting hug.

We stayed like that for around 10 minutes. After that, I calmed down.

"Jack, what am I going to do? The closest family I have is Krystle, and she's in college." I sniffled. "What if I can't stay with family. Then, I'll be put up for adoption, and I'll get sent home with a creepy family who lives thousands of miles from here!"

"Kim, calm down. If that happens, my mom and I would be glad to adopt you." Jack said, giving me one of his signature smiles.

I returned the smile and asked "Really?" Jack nodded and squeezed me tighter into him. I kissed his cheek, which immediately turned a deep red.

I smiled at him and buried my face deeper into his chest, inhaling his sweet cologne.

That's the last thing I remember before falling into an enjoyable, peaceful sleep.

All Thanks To Jack.

A reminder to all children and teens whose parent's may divorce- You are NOT the reason they fight. It has nothing to do with you. No matter what they say! Whatever you do, please stay out of their fights. It will only put you in danger. You are loved and no one deserves this.

Trust me, I know what a fighting family feels like. I live in one.

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