And we're back! Hope you like this chapter; I'm using personal experience of how it feels to make up from a concussion. There's a reason they tell you not to sleep, and you can go into a coma.

KPOV

It felt like I was being stabbed in the eyes with a red-hot dagger. After a moment other pains made them-selves known. My head was pounding, inducing the sensation that my brain was pulsing forcefully against my eyes. Painfully.

My eyelids fluttered. I took a deep breath and gasped at the pain in my ribs, making the discomfort worse.

"Hey, you waking up, or not," a very familiar voice said somewhere close by.

"Not," I groaned.

Jared laughed humorlessly.

The events of the previous night flooded back to me and I reflexively pressed my hand to my face.

"Ow,"

"If it makes you feel better, you still look really hot,"

"You're a bad lair,"

I finally managed to open my eyes. The problem with that is all I could see was white. A moment later I started to focus on things. I was in a hospital room, in a very comfortable bed. How, strange. Maybe I only thought it was comfortable because the rest of my body was is so much pain.

I saw Jared and my heart skipped a beat.

"How are you feeling?" he asked suddenly looking anxious.

"Just peachy," I retorted sarcastically.

"You know what I mean,"

"Ok, I guess, what happened?"

"Well, you passed out. That was probably better because you had some internal bleeding, four broken ribs, the worse concussion that the doctor said he's ever seem on a living person, and to top it all off they found a brain hemorrhage. The nurse wouldn't believe me when I said you had called me and walked down your street. Oh yeah, you have a broken nose too." He said all this with a bitter edge.

"My dad?"

"Charlie arrested him last night. Not without a fight I might add."

Tears had welled up in my eyes. I felt guilty for being happy that he was locked up. I also felt safe. It was so nice knowing that he couldn't hit me anymore.

"If he ever come near you ever again I'll kill him, I swear to god I will," his voice shook with anger and pain.

"Are they going to let me go?"

"Not for a while,"

"It wouldn't matter," I started to really cry now. "Where am I gonna go? My mom's in California and she doesn't care about me anyway, my dad's the reason I'm here and I don't have anybody else. I'm just gonna end up in some foster home until my birthday. I'm all alone." The last part came out in a strangled sob.

"You have me. It's going to be ok; you're living with me now. My mom already set up the guest room for you and my dad put a lock on your door."

"I can't impose like that, besides, you barely know me, we just really met today,"

"My mom's not taking no for an answer. I'm speaking from years of experience, just do what she says,"

"Why did your dad put a lock on my door?"

"My room's right across the hall…"

"Oh, does he think that you can't jimmy a lock?"

"He shouldn't, he taught me how,"

I gave a watery laugh and Jared managed to smile.

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KPOV

I was in Jared's car; his parents were following behind us to their house. My house now. Sign. I could get used to that. I was really looking forward to having a place I could go where I didn't have to worry about someone getting drunk and beating the shit out of me.

We pulled into his drive way and I studied his house. I'd seen it before, but knowing I lived here now made me look at it in a new way. It was in one of the nicer streets on the rez, but it wasn't like one of those mansions in the hills. It had nice beige siding and a well-kept lawn. It was rather large and intimidating next to my old one. I sucked in a deep breath and grabbed my bag out of the back seat.

I didn't get far before Jared pulled the strap off my shoulder and grabbed my hand.

"I'll show you your room,"

"Thanks," my voice sounded strained and weak.

He opened the door for me and walked me passed a spotless kitchen into a very inviting living room and up the stairs. There were only three doors in the hallway they led to.

"That's the bathroom, we'll have to share it, I'm sorry. That's my room and that's your room."

I opened the door he had said was my room and was immediately shocked. Jared's mom had to be Wonder woman to have pulled this off while I was unconscious. Almost everything was a very nice, very bright lavender color: the bedspread, the chair in the corner, the curtains, half the pillows (the other half was white) and even the vanity. I loved it. The whole room was absolutely perfect.

"Do you like it? She kind of goes over board sometimes."

"Of course I love it! How did she get this together so fast?"

"You were out a while. Plus it took about a minute of talking with the social worker to set everything up."

"Social worker?"

"My mom's a donates a lot of time and money to the agencies so they were willing to bypass some paper work. All those guys are over worked and underpaid anyway."

"Wow,"

"Yeah, look my mom's going to do a lot of fussing over you for the next hour or so until she makes you go to bed. Just so you're warned."

He wasn't kidding, I hadn't even gotten my measly cloths collection in the drawers of the dresser before she insist that I eat something (I did so that she wouldn't get suspicious, people seemed to be paying more attention to my eating habits lately) and then insist I call her Kathy and then insist that we go shopping tomorrow since it was Saturday and then insist that I go to bed. Oddly, I was liking people telling me what to do. It gave my life some structure, some point.

I wasn't even in bed five minutes before Jared knocked. I knew he would and was thrilled I didn't have to wait very long.

I silently walked over to my door and opened it wide. There he stood, in nothing but some cotton plaid pajama pants, slung low over his hips. I couldn't believe that I had ever thought that he was skinny. His chest and abs were utter perfection and he had a very sexy V on his hips. His arms were about as thick as my waist, thrown together with the most perfect face in existence; I couldn't believe he wanted me.

It look a lot of restraint to not just jump him right then and there. Even if I was emotionally up to it, my body wasn't. Besides, I had only knew him for few days, no matter how long I had obsessed over him.

He took a tentative step towards me and gently, sweetly, pressed him lips to mine.

I bet you're mad that I cut off when it was finally getting good, but there will be some juiciness to come. Some people have been saying that they are going to fast, this chapter screams that. Sorry if you think that they should take it slow, I don't. And since I'm writing the story, you can just live with it. Some people will think it is strange that Kathy takes Kim in put I will explain later why she was so quick to take in a complete stranger. Even if her son did imprint on her.

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