Hey you guys, Uh this is my first fiction on here -but I've been practising writing for a long time to myself. I wanted to make it slightly edgy -but disturbed. I have a thing for disturbed stories. Can you guys please review it would really be the sweetest thing ever.

Summary: Teenage Kate is having a hard time coping with her life - her mother hires a therapist... What happens when Kate manages to lure the middle-aged man into falling in love with her? But is that really the worst thing? Jack/Kate.

The summary may be rated upwards after the first few chapters.. I don't quite know yet. Anyways, Let me know what you guys think.. here goes)

Chapter 1. Alone.

"Kate..!"

Silence.

"Kate!?"

Kate sighed pushing her bedroom door open and trudging down the wooden steps coming face to face with her Mother.

"What?" she hissed her teenage edge coming through her words.

"Dinner.." her mother announced and Kate gave her a questioning look, wondering where the motherhood was coming from; normally she'd just leave something on the counter for Kate to devour.

Kate always gave Diane a hard time, but as hard as she tried to smile at her;

She just couldn't. She'd tried - and failed more than once and after a year of trying she gave up. Wayne had really screwed this family up. When he first came Kate had been thirteen, and she hated him right from the start, it hadn't been because he was stealing her mother it was because he looked at her so.. Strangely, she couldn't find the right word. He looked dirty; he was dirty. On Kate's fourteenth birthday he had come knocking on Kate's door.

Diane believed Kate when she told her, but as pleading as Diane was for Kate to forgive her she never broke up with Wayne. It had turned Kate on a spiral downwards. She never went to school anymore, it had been embarrassing enough trying to hide the emotional scars everyday when teachers had asked what was wrong, but after that she had been trying to hide the physical scars all over her body, the bruises across her jaw, the scratches on her arms and that was a lot harder.

So she had drunk and got stoned instead, following the path of her alcoholic mother, guys had liked her that way; everyone else liked her that way. The fun Kate; the one who didn't cry every night… the one who loved everyone she saw and didn't let the emotions in.

After Kate's fifteenth birthday, Wayne had just left; just went out one day and never came back, Kate hoped he had been murdered but she knew he had only gotten bored and moved on to another helpless family. Diane had sobered up after that. She sent Kate to a rehab clinic… a rehab clinic, every time she thought of that she grinned. A sixteen year old in a rehab clinic. Of course, it had failed. Every time they thought they had gotten through to her she would always end up going back to herself. It was easier that way.

So she followed Diane into the unused dining room and eyed up the stranger sitting at the table; another one of Diane's men. This guy didn't really look like a sleaze though; his white shirt had been opened pleasantly revealing his toned chest, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wore a handsome smile accenting his big brown eyes and floppy brown hair.

"Hey Kate." he offered holding his hand out for her to shake. She refused sitting down across from him, her eyes narrowed cautiously. He nodded as if he had been expecting her rudeness, and Diane gave him an apologizing look "Kate's just - Well, a bit off today."

Kate snorted deliberately and a let a sarcastic smirk cross her face "Yeah, An off day."

The man nodded again "That's okay. I'm Jack." he introduced, as if she cared.

"I would tell you my name, but you just said it."

"Katherine.." her mother pleaded, "Please don't be so rude, she means its lovely to meet you Jack." She looked from Kate to Jack nervously "I have some chicken in the oven, I'll be right back."

"Who are you?" Kate asked when Diane finally left the room; she leaned forward and placed her chin in her outstretched hand leaning against the table. "Another one of my mama's men-whores?" she gave a pathetic laugh to her own joke.

He shook his head smiling slightly too, she was surprised "No." He wasn't giving her anything so she continued trying her best to challenge him;

"So who are you then? Let me guess.. Hmm a whack from school trying to persuade me to go?"

He shook his head again chuckling "No, Kate. I'm not trying to persuade you to do anything."

"Oh.." She bit her lip expectantly waiting for him to say something, but he didn't he just watched her squirm in her seat. "So.." she began again.. "Are you mystery man or something?"

"No, I'm not that either, I'm someone here to try and help you."

She licked her lips, forcefully trying to put an edge to her words "What? Help me?" She was trying to stay dominant in this conversation, but realising she was at a loss she shrugged.

"I'm a councillor," Jack admitted and watched as her face scrunched up and she sighed reluctantly. "Your mother hired me to help you."

"Guess what?" she asked, a wicked smirk playing on her face "I don't need help." she lowered her voice to a sarcastic whisper "If your such a good councillor you'd have realised my mother is the one who need help."

"I never said I was good," he stated, silently keeping his eyes on her as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms protectively. "But guess what?" he mimicked her own whispering voice; she shrugged again, telling him how nonchalant she was. "You do need help."

She huffed gently, tears stinging her eyes "No I don't." she tugged at her brown hair consciously "She does, I wouldn't be like this if it wasn't for her stupid boyfriend."

She stood up, hissing at him gently. He stood up too leaning into her, his breath tickling her face "Be like what?"

"Like what, Kate?" he insisted again when she failed to answer him. She spluttered a cough in his face and turned on her heel fleeing from the room "I don't need any help."

"You can let yourself out." she said, somewhat aggravated.

"I'm not going to do that." he called out towards her as he heard her feet pounding up the stairs. Diane returned into the room a second later supporting a tearful face "Oh dear." she muttered desperately as the council engulfed her in a hug, promising her he'd 'fix' her daughter.

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Kate sat on her bed, her hands holding her soaking face. She was rocking back and forth taking a swig from the bottle she was holding. Why did she have to cry again? That stupid man had hit a nerve in her. Why did everything have to be so fucked up? Why was life like this..? She figured being a normal person would be even worse than this. Boring, pointless. Everything was pointless. A knock on the door sent her to push the bottle under the bed and wipe her face.

She figured it was her mother, going to say something stupid - or give out, either way Kate wasn't interested. Yet, the door opened and it revealed Jack, the councillor. She tightened her jaw, waiting for him to apologize for walking in on her.

Especially the way she was, dressed only in her black bra and panties, covered slightly by her black dressing gown. Her mascara had obviously run down her face by now. Her face reddened at him seeing her so teary-eyed. But he didn't apologize; he sat beside her, so close she could hear his light breaths. Then feel his hand on her tense back, she struggled away nervously, standing up and wrapping her silk dressing gown around herself "What do you want?"

He held one hand out gesturing for her to relax "I came to talk."

"Why? I already told you I didn't-"

He cut over her "You didn't need it?" His soft voice had become a lot rougher "You want me to believe that? Really Kate? Even after I come in here to see you crying and smell your breath? Where is it Kate?"

She shrugged, "Where's what?"

"The bottle of whatever you're drinking."

She let an airy breath turn into a chuckle "Whatever, man. Trust me, I can handle it."

"Okay." he stood up again, cornering her slightly "So Kate, tell me why you're crying."

She sniffled "I'm not." She wrapped her arms around herself giving him a disapproving look "If you want to help me so bad, you can just leave now." she spluttered, but he didn't budge, she hadn't really expected him to.

"What do you want me to say?" she questioned "Oh yes, sir, I'm a wreck. I drink every night I get stoned let's all cry for Kate- Boohoo."

He shook his head "Wow."

"Wow what?"

"Your mom's right." it was obvious he was acting now, egging her on, so she refused to answer or question his statement. "You are a handful. But Kate, I don't feel sorry for you."

Stunned, she stepped back, she wasn't expecting that "You have someone you can trust, someone you can tell everything to do, and you wont. You're being selfish putting your mother through hell and you don't even care."

He was a strange councillor, but he definitely hit a nerve, she pushed him away from cornering her and turned to hide the tear that had fallen down her face, she grabbed the bottle from beneath the bed and took a reviving sip of vodka.

He tugged her arm making her face him and held onto her so strongly she couldn't push him away. So instead she leaned forward "Of course I care." she whispered vulnerably, but she kept her voice persistent on staying strong. Her face was less than an inch from his and she shuddered. He had her at an advantage now.

Seeing the fear creep into her features he dropped her wrists guiltily slightly glad he had gotten through to her somewhat.

"I want to love her." she mumbled, a desperate tinge entering her voice. "I just. . I just can't not after what she did to me."

He stopped for a moment, and she saw the face she saw people giving her everyday the I feel sorry for you look. Despite what he had said previously, she knew somewhere in his heart he did feel sorry for her.

The girl had opened up, he realised. It was easier than he had expected and he wondered if the bottle of vodka she was holding had anything to do with it. "What did she do to you?"

She raised a hand to her face biting her nail "Doesn't matter. ."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

She shook her head at him the guarded look once more entering her green eyes "Aren't you done here yet? Has my mother given you enough money for another whole minute?" she widened her eyes dramatically at him.

"Alright." he backed away slowly "See you tomorrow Kate."