Hey there yall! So at the time I'm writing this, I don't have any reviews, but whatever! I just posted chapter 1 like an hour ago! So whatever!

Well, I hope people are reading, and enjoying : ) these are taking me like two hours to write and post! I actually am watching older episodes of kickin it while I type!

Did everyone see the kickin it on our own?! I loved it! It was obvious everyone knew jack liked Kim when Milton said "so how are you in kim doing?" in that suggestive tone, and then jack asked kim out! Eep! (and how cute did jack look?!: ):D)

Ok well, im probably being boring, I just have a few announcements.

I am not sure how often I will be updating, hopefully daily, but I'm not sure, I promise I will update when I can. And looking back on chapter one, it wasn't short, but it wasn't long either, so im gonna try to make the chapters longer, like anywhere between 3-5k words per chapter? Does that sound good? And finally! I just wanted to remind everyone to review! I wanna know what you think!

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And now for chapter two of fearless….. Or not..

Chapter 2: Hurt

(Kims pov)

I looked up, playing it cool, while on the inside, I was terrified. "yes father?" I asked, knowing that if I wasn't polite, things were going to be A LOT worse.

"Come here you selfish little bitch!" he yelled. No, more like screamed. I knew not to say anything, so I stood up and calmly walked up to him. The second I was in his reach he slapped me. I was used to it. I knew what was next. A punch in three, two, one. He punched me in the eye and kneed me in the gut. I crumpled over in pain. Wow. That was new. He then grabbed my wrist and threw me down the hatch. I hit the ground, hard. The wind knocked out of me, I felt like I couldn't move. He has never gone this far before.

Soon I felt a thump on the ground next to me. I looked over and saw his feet next to me. He then pulled me up by my hair and threw me against the wall. Punching and hitting me. I couldn't cry, I was about to, but I couldn't. I felt him stop.

"are you done now?" I breathed.

"oh no" he smiled, "I'm just getting started. And with that he kneed me in the gut again, and when I hunched over, trying not to scream, my nose met his node, and his fist right after. I heard a crack. He finally broke that line and broke something. Sprained, its happened. But broke, this was the first time. Then he threw me to the ground and began to drag me by my feet. My back was burning from the fall. It felt like my whole body was on fire.

He then threw me down the stairs. I had a minute until he would be down. I felt a tear slip down my cheek. Oh crap. This was going to be bad.

I heard him bounding down the stairs, and another tear drip down my cheek. He pulled me up by my neck. "God I hate you, you ugly little!-" he stopped. I was beginning to wonder why when I realized that the tears were streaming faster. "are-are you crying?" he said. I squeezed my eyes shut. And then he slapped me. And now, he really crossed the line. He began to choke me.

He started to rant at me, but it was getting hard to breathe, and I was starting to get light headed.

'I deserve it. I deserve it. I deserve it.' I said to my self, until I blanked out.

When I woke up, I was in the corner. I felt like my whole body was being stabbed with a thousand knives, and being set on fire. I looked up my arms and legs. Plenty of bruises, and even a few cut knives. It has never been this bad. I glanced at my watch. 4:28 it read. I have been out for about an hour, and Donna would be home any second now. I attempted to stand up, but it still hurt to much. So I began to drag myself towards the stairs.

I was about a one third of the way up the stairs when I heard the door open. Crap, that meant Donna was home… I looked toward the direction of the door. Two figures intertwined together, it was Donna and Jack. Making out. Surprise surprise. I was able to buy myself some time and was almost up the stairs when I heard footsteps bounding up behind me.

'Oh god hurry, hurry' I thought to myself . I grabbed the railing when I was at the top of the stairs and stood up even though it hurt. I ran. Then donna grabbed my hair and pulled me to her. Jack was no where to be seen. She slapped me. Hard.

"looks like you got what you deserve you ugly little bitch." she snarled. "now shoo. I have a hot boyfriend waiting for me." with that she threw me to the ground and stepped on my leg, it hurt. a lot. Then she walked away and ran down the stairs.

I laid there, hoping my leg wasn't broken. I heard voices getting closer. I hurried up and stood up, knowing it was Donna and Jack, and remembering what she said. As soon as I put pressure on my leg, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my leg. Doing my best to ignore the pain, I ran to my ladder and difficultly scrambled up to my room and slammed my hatch shut. I flopped down on my bed and started crying. Through my sobs I heard someone, Jack.

"where is your sister?" he asked

"I don't know in her room, but who cares about her" Donna responded. Then the voices faded. I reached over to the box beside my makeshift bed and turned on my I home. I searched for a good upbeat song to lift my spirits. I found Titanium by Sia and David Guetta and decided that it was good enough. I wasn't bulletproof, but it's a good song, and it put me in a good mood.

I went to my bathroom and pulled out my makeup drawer. I pulled out my bottle of foundation. I was almost out. Great. I applied what I had left, it was hardly enough to cover the injuries on my face, my hurt leg and the hand marks on my neck.

Once that was done I went to my closet. I put on a pair of plain gray sweat pants, some pink vans, and a black long-sleeved shirt with pink flowers on it. I then went to my safe and grabbed about three hundred dollars out of the money ive been saving for the past give years. How did I save it up?

Every year my grandma sends three thousand dollars to both Donna and I for Christmas and our birthdays. The perks of having a grandma who won the lottery three times. Dad and Donna think Donna is the only one who gets this because I get the mail as soon as I get home and hide it in my safe. I also get money from babysitting and cleaning houses, which Dad and Donna think I do for free. So I've got some good money saved up, about 15-20 thousand.

Once I counted the three hundred, I stuffed it into my pocket, grabbed my hand me down phone from Donna, it's a iPhone 4. I convinced my father to let my have it when Donna got her 5, as long as I pay him $50 a month, I get to keep it!

With that I snuck out of my room, down the hallway, down the stairs and out the door. I was about two houses down when I got a text. It was from my father.

if your going to the doctor, or should I say the neighbors, do not tell them anything or I will kill you. Got that you bitch?

~father

Yes Father

~kim

I responded to him and walked up to my neighbors door. I rand the bell and waited for him to answer the door. Little johhny, my neighbors son, answered the door.

"KIMMY!" he exclaimed, hugging my leg tightly, I tried not to wince in pain.

"hey there kiddo. Is your dad here?" I asked him kindly.

He nodded his head and ran away. I waited outside the door for him to come. I was studying my shoe when I heard the familiar voice and looked up.

"hey there Kim" he said, "What can I do for you?"

"Hi Dr. Weisley!" I greeted, "I fell down the stairs and hurt my leg and nose, is there any way you can take a look at it for me?" it wasn't a complete lie, I did fall down the stairs.

"Ya kim no problem." He answered. I stepped in and followed him to his office. We made small takl while he examined my leg and nose. He took a few X-Rays. When they were printed out we looked at them on the screen.

"Well Kim looks like you had a pretty bad fall!" he exclaimed. "You have a hairline fracture on your right leg and your nose is definitely broken." he told me. Well, I was right about the nose. He went to the closet and grabbed me a boot that I would have to wear for the next two months. He also grabbed a pack of bandages for my nose and showed me how to apply them. And lastly he prescribed a pain suppressing antibiotic.

With that I thanked him and headed out toward my second least faveorite place in the world, the mall.

Once I got to the mall I headed towards Sephora. Hey! Gotta buy the good stuff, or else it will come off!

On my way there, I passed the Bobby Wassabi Dojo. Training inside were three kids from my school. Milton Crupnick, Jerry Santiago, and Eddie Marshall. They were the three most unlikely people to be friends, and for some reason, I found them to be an inspiration. A nerd, A guy who thinks he is too cool for school, and one of those kids who you cant really fit into one social group. As a matter of fact, Jerry was a close friend of Jack.

They were three of the only kids who never made fun of me. Once in a while, Jerry would call me a name, or throw me a glare, but only around Jack, and he always had a kind of apologetic look on his face when he saw me. They all did. I would give anything to learn Karate. At that Dojo. The only thing is Jack trains there. Of course he wasn't with him at the moment, he was at my house with Donna doing who knows what.

Once I was done at the makeup store I stopped at fallafel Phil's and grabbed a box of fallafel balls to take home for dinner. It would save me from having to cook, and who knows, maybe even score me a few points with dad.

I got my fallafel balls and turned around, running right into Jerry Santiago. All my fallafel balls spilled to the ground. "crap!" I whisper-exclaimed.

"oh my god!" Jerry yelled, "I am so sorry!"

"its not your fault," I told him, "I mean, I am just a clumsy, good for nothing bitch, right?"

"no, no its not your fault, you don't have to be so hard on yourself" he told me. "here, let me buy you more."

"no, its ok I have some more money" I tried

"nope" he then walked up to the counter and ordered me some fallafel balls.

"thanks" I quietly told him

"its no problem" he told me "se ya round." with that he ran back to the dojo and I began the walk to the bus stop.

Once I reached the door of my house, I pulled my keys out. I reached for the door but it opened and Jack ran right into me. "ouch!" I exclaimed, my head hurting.

"oh sorry" he said to me. He wasn't being mean? that was a first.

"um, im sorry. Ill get out of your way" I told him, hugging my box of fallafel balls from fallafel Phil's.

"no, no, I really am sorry." He assured me, gently touching my arm.

"oh," I said in a questioning tone. "are you actually being nice to me? You do realize that I am Kim Crawford, or, as you know me, the ugly stupid useless Bitch." wait, was I ACTUALLY standing up to Jack Brewer? I felt so alive!

"well, you look hurt…." he drew out, "so I was trying to forget… but well, thanks for reminding me!" he said and walked towards his car. I rolled my eyes and walked inside.

The next day I walked into school and was gaining stares from pretty much everyone. It was about my injuries. I heard what they were saying. 'She just wants attention' 'she probably got hit by a car, props to the driver' I looked down at myself. My hair was pulled up into a ponytail. I was wearing some old light wash skinny jeans, and a plain pink fitted top, with one of my black vans on my left foot, and my knee high boot on my right. I looked down at my figure. I was always called anorexic by my peers, and I could see why. I had a flat chest, you could practically see my ribs through my shirt, and I had bony chicken legs. But hey, its not my fault that my dad starves me most of the time.

I grabbed my stuff and hurried to my first hour. They still hadn't replaced my desk, so I had to sit in the same exact spot as yesterday. The whole time my leg was being kicked by Donna while Jack threw crumpled up pieces of paper at me. When I would unfold them, it would be a different insult every time. And if I didn't open it, Jack would glare at me until I did, and Donna would kick me extra hard until I did.

When the bell rang I walked out the door only to be met by legs tripping me. Then in second hour, cooking, some body threw a pan of hot water on my hurt leg, then in my third hour, when my teacher left and the insults went wild.

Then at lunch my nose became the target of apple throwing. In PE, I was able to sit out at the top of the bleachers, but some of the popular kids came and pushed me down. After that I was sent home for the rest of the day.

I ran out of the school crying. Seriously! What did I do to deserve this torture! I have had enough! I ran straight to the nearest drugstore and bought a pocket knife. Then as soon as I got home I ran up to my bathroom and cut the knife free of its packaging. I sat on the cold floor, tears streaming down my face. I pressed the blade to my skin and made the first cut. I felt… Relief.

And that's chapter two! I hope you enjoyed it! Im gonna try to update at least once a day!

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