Disclaimer:I do not own any of Twilight Characters. I know it has been a very long time since I updated this story, and I'm sorry. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.


Stacey and I were still laughing on the way home. Andrew didn't even bother to ask us what happened. He probably wouldn't like the answer to that. "Whatever happened down there, I don't want to know. Stacey I just don't want you to ever punch him in the face again. I know you two don't get along, but can you at least try to get along with him. He really isn't that bad of a kid." Andrew asked his daughter as we pulled into the driveway.

"Well dad, he has to stop bothering me so much. He literally goes out of his way to pick on me. It's not my fault he acts so childish."

"I get that hun, but be better then him. Boys mature slower then girls, and even I gotta admit Jacob can be some what immature, but most boys and men are. Haven't you ever heard your mother call me childish, or immature?"

"Well maybe you should be more mature dad?"

"Maybe I should be, but when you find that perfect someone, you can be as immature as you want to be with them." Stacey rolled her eyes at that.

"Sure sure Dad, whatever you say."

Stacey and I walked back into the house, grabbed something to eat quickly and headed back to her room. I sat on the spare bed and she sat on hers.

"Are you going back home tomorrow after school or coming back here? You know you can always just stay here. You pretty much live here anyways, so why not just permanently move in. We can share a room, or my parents will give you one of the guest rooms."

"Stacey we have talked about this, I don't know how many times. I know I am always welcomed here, but I need to go home." Stacey rolled her eyes for what seemed like the thousand time that night. She got up off the bed, and got right in my face.

"I'm going to come out and say it Kim. You mother will beat the shit out of you the moment she gets' her hands on you, and you know it is getting worse and worse. It's time you said something to someone. One day she could beat you so bad, you could have a head injury or you could die. I have seen the marks on your back. She has tried to stab you before, and she will again."

I stood up, and got right back in her face. "This is my life Stacey, and my mother doesn't abuse me."

"Bullshit Kim, stop lying to me and most importantly stop lying to yourself. Wake up and smell the fucking roses. For someone who is so smart, you sure are acting stupid. Can't you see I don't want anything to happen to you. You are my best friend and I can't live with out you. If something happened to you...I don't even want to think about that. Please go and talk to my parents, if you won't I will. I'm serious about you coming to live with us."

I stood there and didn't say anything for a couple of minutes. She was right, I have to speak up. "Fine, I will talk to your parents." With that I turned and walked out of the room. Stacey was right behind me. Her parents were sitting in the family room. I went and stood in front of them. Stacey was standing right beside me.

"Clara, Andrew do you have a moment?"

"Anything for you Kim. Now what seems to be the matter?" I took a deep breath and the moment I opened my mouth, everything just came out, and I mean everything. All the beatings, the attempted stabbings. Being forced to pretty much be a slave in my household. By the end of it all, Clara was crying, and she got up and gave me a hug. Andrew joined us in the hug.

"I am going to call 911. Your mother isn't going to get away with this Kim. You will be staying here from now on. The moment your mother is arrested, we will go to your house and pack up your things." Andrew said as he pulled away from the hug. He pulled out his cellphone and started to dial 911. I let him. I knew it was time my mother got arrested for everything she has done. I love her, but it is time. Maybe she will get some help. I know she needs it.

"Hello, my name is Andrew Pearson, and I am calling to report a minor is being abused at home by her mother."

As he was calling the police, Clara was checking my bruises and old marks I had on my body. "I think we might have to go to the hospital to check everything out. Do you agree Andrew?" At this point he was done on the phone.

"Yes I fully agree Clara. We just want to make sure nothing is broken, but first some police are going to be coming over here to have a talk with you Kim." I nodded because I knew that would happen.

We all sat down, and waited for the cops to show up. They showed up about 40 minutes after Andrew made the phone call. They came in and we had a talk with them. I told them everything I told the Pearson's. One was writing everything down, as the other one kept asking me questions. They took pictures of the marks, bruises and stab marks.

"Well Kim, your mother has been taken into custody. They found her at home, and she was intoxicated." How did I know that. She is always drunk. "We would like to see the results from the hospital also Mr. Pearson." The officer asked Andrew. He said no problem, and with that the police left, and the four of us got in the car, to my house to gather my things. Clara told me that tomorrow morning we will go to the hospital and they will do some tests on me.