Hola, and welcome to the last story in the Jessica Wasabi trilogy. Yes, after this you do not have to hear about Jess… except for the stories that she'll play small parts in.

But... I didn't think I should start this but it was annoying the heck outta me! I had to! So, I decided that you'll decide, based on the first chapter, if I should continue this story or not.

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WARNING: Severe depression. Possibly attempted suicide/self-harm(not sure but just in case, you have been warned).

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Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It!

Chapter One: Jess's POV

I sat in the living room of my uncle's mansion, Jack sat next to me.

We had just gotten back from China and it was time to tell my uncle about what had happened with Drake. I looked at my lap, fidgeting nervously. Jack placed a hand on my shoulder and I looked at him, he gave me a reassuring smile.

My uncle came into the room, smiling, but when he saw my solemn expression, frowned and asked, "What's wrong, Jessica?"

I avoided eye contact and said quietly, "There's something I've been keeping from you…"

I started telling him everything, from the day the abuse started, to what had happened the day before.

Tears poured from my eyes as I explained. Jack held me comfortingly and my uncle listened quietly.

"I'm so sorry I kept it from you," I ended, covering my face with my hands.

Uncle Wasabi was quiet for a minute, processing everything I had told him. "It's alright," he finally told me, "I understand... it explains why you've been so distant."

"I was scared," I whispered, "I didn't know what to do... I should've told you."

Jack got up and walked out of the room, figuring it would be a good time to bow out.

My uncle sat next to me on the couch. He hugged me and I cried in to his shoulder. He was unusually quiet and I looked at him; his eyes were glassy with tears.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"I'm in shock," he replied, "I haven't spoken to my brother since you moved... and now he's gone."

"They're buried here," I told him, "You can still talked to him... if you want to see their graves." I pulled away from him and wiped my eyes.

He didn't say anything, he just nodded.

-At the Cemetery-

I insisted that Jack come with us; he did, but he stayed at the car. I hesitantly lead Uncle Wasabi to the gravesite. I had refused to look at the graves since I got to Seaford, hoping that if I didn't read the names on the tombstones, they would somehow still be alive.

But I looked at the them, and the tiny spark of unrealistic hope vanished when I read the names. I knelt on the ground and traced the names with my fingers, my mother's first, then my father's, and more tears fell. My uncle knelt beside me, placing his hand on my back.

"I miss you," I whispered almost inaudibly as my hand fell from my father's tombstone.

After a few minutes of silence, I stood up. "I don't like it here," I mumbled, "I'm going back to the mansion."

"Ok," Uncle Wasabi said, "I'll be back there in a little while."

I walked back to the car and Jack instantly pulled me in to a tight hug. "Are you ok?" he asked gently.

"I'm fine," I told him quietly, "Just... fine."

I could tell he knew I was lying but he didn't push it. We stood for a few minutes in silence and I rested my head against his chest. The beat of his heart and warm of his arms comforted me. For a minutes, everything was perfect, just the way I wanted it to be. For a minute I forgot about everything, all the drama, all the pain.

My life was finally getting back on track.

-Three Weeks Later-

I walked into the dojo after school on Friday. I was talking on my phone and the others looked at me questionably. I made an irritated look and finally ended the call.

"Who was that?" Jack asked me.

"Annoying lawyer," I replied, "Drake's trial is on Monday and I have to leave tomorrow."

"Oh," Jack said, "When will you be back?"

"I'm hoping by Wednesday, but it really all depends on how long the trial lasts." I sighed.

"I take it you're not looking forward to going back to China?" he guessed as he handed me a Bo staff.

"It's not China," I corrected, "it's seeing Drake and Kai that worries me..."

"You'll be fine," Kim told me.

I shrugged and didn't say anything else about it.

-Two Days Later-

I felt soft lips press against mine. "You have a chose to make, Jessi," I was told when I pulled away.

I closed my eyes. "I know... but what about Jack?" I replied.

"He's a tough guy, he'll get over it," I heard.

"But he's my boyfriend. I care about him," I said.

A warm hand touched my cheek and I opened my eyes. "I love you, Jess... Please, will you stay?"

I took a breath, shocked. "Kai... I..." I paused, "I'll stay."

It had been seven years. Seven years since I had left Seaford for good. When I was young, I swore I'd never go back to China, but I broke that vow for love shortly after I made it.

I left behind my new friends, my uncle, even my boyfriend. I had disappeared. I told myself I would write to Jack, explaining everything, but I never knew how to start.

Now, I was twenty-three years old, back in Seaford, and ready to face Jack. I parked my car and looked at his house. "Please... understand..." I whispered.

So that seemed a little rushed but I'm tired and I did my best so... yeah. I'm not sure if it's good enough to continue but if you want me to, I will, if not, this will be deleted next Tuesday. So yeah...

Review! :)

~Nydroj