A angel in need
Summary: Kim Crawford is known as a bad girl,dangerous,someone you don't talk to-but she's never done anything wrong. She is avoided and never speaks to anyone because nobody listens. She is abused by her parents,and a first degree black belt without a dojo. Jack's the new kid,a second degree black belt with a normal life. He notices Kim and see's things in her that no one else would. But with Kim's parents getting more progressivly viloent-can he save her before its too late?
Chapter 1 : Concrete Angel
I groaned in pain as the alarm clock went off. I got up off my bed,wincing,and turned off the alarm. The pain from the brusies was still fresh. Last night my parents where worse than usual.
"I guess practice makes perfect." I thought bitterly. Then got up and picked out a long-sleeved dark gray shirt to hide the marks,and some old jeans. I stuffed my phone,iPod, and old helmet in my backpack.
I had all my stuff ready when the crude yell of my own father split through the slience. "KIM CRAWFORD,GET YOUR FILTHY HIDE DOWN HERE NOW!" I winced,but ran down the stairs anyway.
"Y-yes Father?" I said,only to be slapped full on in the face.
"Get out of here you worthless piece of rubbish,before your late!" He hissed,then sent a blow that threw me on to the wall. He and his wife where forth-degree black belts,me a first degree had no chance against them.
"Yes sir." I whispered hoarsley,and ran out the door. Not braking stride,I grabbed my skateboard,hidden under a bush. I slamed my helmet on and rode away. Away from the pain. Away from the hurt from the parents who once loved me,so long ago.
"Now to start another day in living hell." I thought. I didn't hate school-I mean eight hours away from home? Who would hate that? But at school everyone avoids me or ignores me. All because of 'The incident'.
"No Kim,don't think about that. It will just make you depressed-well more then usual." I scolded myself,and sighed. I grabbed my iPod and listened to my favorite song "Concrete Angel" By Martina McBride. It was amazing how much I could relate. I sighed again,and then started singing along to the lyrics I knew so well.
"She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved
concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved
concrete angel
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved
concrete angel"
I whispered the last verse to herself,and stopped her skateboard. Infront of me loomed Seaford high. Standing tall and proud in the morning sun. I fixed my hair piece,smoothed down some extra frizz with my hand,took of my helmet,and walked forward.
"An angel in need..."
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