A/N: Hey guys, here's another chapter! Sorry, for the very late update! I really suck at updating. Please forgive me! Okay, enough with my blabbing and on with the story. Well, I hope you like it! Enjoy & Review!

Warning! This story has a darker theme with swearing and abuse. You have been warned! If you don't like this kind of stories, don't read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin It or the theme of the song.

Jack's POV

I stood there at top of the roof thinking what just happened.

"You got to let her go, Jack. She's not worth it." voice 1 said

"She is worth it, Jack! Trust me! And don't to the other voice. He's a psycho." voice 2 said

"I just don't know anymore because every time I asked her what's wrong she pushes me away."

"That is why forget about her" voice 1 said

"She's my best friend"

"Ex-best friend" voice 1 said

"Jack, you gonna finds out what wrong her before it late" voice 2 said

"I guess you're right"

"I'm always right" voice 2 said

"Show off" voice 1 said

I lost of my train of though when it started to rain. I went back inside the school and put some dry clothes on before going home.

Kim's POV

I came home and the house reeked of alcohol, like always. I saw my father was passed out on the floor in the living room. I quietly tiptoe upstairs to my room so wouldn't make noise and wake up the son of bitch I call father. When I reached my room, I put my bag down and changed into a new pair of clothes. Next, I walked over to my desk, sat on my chair and I took note pad from the drawer. Then, I began brainstorming again for this stupid project. What hell do I write about? How he fucking ruined my life or that he wasn't a very on father to me or how he's the "perfect" father that you had to have. I have so many ideas but I couldn't choose one because most of them are inappropriate topics.

"Ah, this is so fucking frustrating!" I screamed, hoping that my father didn't hear me

I threw my note pad on the other side of my room. Suddenly, my cell phone starting to ring and I got off my chair and went to my bag to get it out.

I picked it up and said "Hello"

But no one in the other line said anything.

"Hello" I said a second time

And still no one in other answered. I got fed and closed it. Maybe, it was a prank caller. So, I went back to my desk to focus on the project. A few hours later, I still have nothing. Then I heard my father yelled from downstairs "Where the fuck are you, Kim?"

"I'm upstairs, dad" I yelled back

"Fuck, he's awake. What the hell does he want now" I thought

"Well, get your fucking ass down here!" he yelled

I got off my desk and went downstairs. I saw him watching TV in his favorite chair with a beer his hand. I went up to him and he ordered me to make some food for him. I went into the kitchen and looked around to find some to cook. All I found was bacon and egg in the fridge. I didn't know how to cook. Mom never taught me how.

"Ah, shit" I said when I accidentally cut myself cutting the bacon

"Kim, hurry up! I'm getting hungry!" he yelled from the living room

When I was done, went to the living room and gave him the plate of food.

"You call this shit food?" he screamed as he threw plate of food

"Dad, I tried my best" I protested

"You tried your best? This isn't your fucking best! You are trying to kill me!" he screamed at me

"No, dad" I said as tears fell down my face

I know it's weak and pathetic to cry but that was my only option.

"Why the fuck you are crying? You're not a fucking baby anymore. You're like your just mother, fucking useless!" he said while he slapped me in the face hard.

I just cried harder. All of a sudden, he kicks me in stomach, hard causing me to cough blood. He forcefully grabbed my hair. I screamed in pain. He dragged to where the plate of food was.

"Eat it!" he yelled as smashed my face in it

He let go of my hair and he went to the phone to order some take out.

"When I come back, you better be done" he hissed

He came back somehow; I kicked him in the balls, hard and ran out of the house as fast as I can.

"Kim, if you come back your gonna get it! Mark my words!" he shouted

I ran to the park near my house. I ran fast as could but on the way there, I tripped. I got up and went over to the swings where I usually do my best thinking. Then I heard, someone say "Kim?" I looked up it was Jack.

"Jack, please don't start" I pleaded

I got off the swings to leave but he grabbed my hand. I winced in pain.

"What's wrong?" he asked

"Nothing" I said

"What happened to your cheek?" he asked worriedly as he saw a hand print on my cheek

"Nothing" I said

"Don't give me that bullshit, Kim" he said angrily

I didn't make eye contact with him. I was too scared too.

"Shouldn't you be with Donna?" I said bitterly changing the topic

He just ignored my question.

"Kim listen if want help you; I here for you. Why won't you let help you? Kim, I would do anything for you. I'm your best friend" he pleaded as he kneel down and hugged my waist

"I have no friends" I mumbled but somehow he heard

"Yes, you do Kim. We are all worried sick about you!" he said

"I HATE YOU, JACK ANDERSON!" I suddenly burst screamed at him

He was speechless. I really needed to say that to finally get him off my back. I really didn't mean it but kept telling myself that it was.

"Kim, say you don't mean that?" he said

"I mean it, Anderson" I hissed

"So, now were in last name basis?" he asked as he stood up

"I'll say this one last time Anderson, FUCK OFF" I said before ran back to my house

Jack's POV

Ever since, Kim stopped being friends with us. She's been acting weird. She became so distant. I'm going to find what's going on with her, whether she likes it or not.

Kim's POV

When I reached home, I quietly opened the door, tiptoe into the house. It was dark, so he must been in room fast asleep. So, I thought. But, when I about to go up the stairs my father suddenly appeared in the door frame of the living room

"Ah, your home" he said as he flick on the lights

I knew was gonna beaten for my action, earlier. Or even worse and he'll bring out the whip again. My heart was beating so fast. My hands was started to sweat.

"I was waiting for my darling. Where did you go? " he said as came up on me and started stroking me cheek

I just stood there, frozen. He unexpectedly grabbed my hand that he smashed earlier and twisted it. I cried in agony.

"Dad, please stop" I cried

He didn't listen but kept twisting it until I heard a crack. I screamed the loudest scream I ever did in my entire life. After he twisted it, he pushed me to the ground in the living room floor. He just laughed and said "That's what you get, bitch for running away"

"My dad just broke fucking my arm" I thought as I tried to move it.

He came up to me kicked me once again. All of a sudden, there was a knocked on the door.

"Open up! This is the police" the person said

My father panicked and quickly went to the kitchen. When he came back, he looked freshened up.

"You better keep quite, you bitch! Or you're gonna get it" he hissed and kick me again

I tried to not scream. He left the living room and went to the fronted door. At that moment I heard the door open.

"Sorry, for the wait officer. How may I help you?" I heard him say

"One of the neighbour said she heard a scream from this house and called us to check it out" said the officer

"Oh, it was my daughter we were watching a scary movie and she can easily get scared" he said

Who is this mysterious person calling Kim? Will Jack ever find out going on with Kim? Will the officer believe Kim's father?

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