Hey everyone my exams are over so to celebrate I'm writing the next chapter. By the way I wrote Kim's point of view in my algebra exam and it's telling you what her dream/thoughts were that made her tell Jack what her dad did. Enjoy
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Kim's P.O.V
Lashing after lashing. My dad has beaten me ever since my mother died 7 years ago. The car was flying down the highway and my father was at the wheel. My family was driving home from my karate tournament and we were laughing, joking. We were happy. Then everything went black. We hit an oncoming car, feeling the weightlessness of flipping in my stomach. The sound of metal scraping the pavement and the screams, of my dad ushering me out of the flipped car, echo in my ears. Flames licked at the now smashed remains of the car, as my dad tried everything to retrieve my mother from within. Her screams are what I think he hears at night.
He blames me for what happened that night. At the loss of her he resolved his pain and despair with alcohol. Sometimes he never remembers who I even am, while other times he yells and hits after scolding me on taking karate.
Night after night, I wait for the yells and sounds of sobbing to seize, but I just hear the shatter of yet another broken bottle. Behind the locked door to my room, I lie there in safety waiting for the chance to escape. This is why I never show weakness. I don't need anybody else.
I can take care of myself.
Jack's P.O.V
Kim crawled into my lap and I continued to rub her back comfortingly. I could feel her ragged breathing and raspy breath against my chest.
"Shhhh…It's ok" I whisper "Nobody's going to hurt you here."
She turned her head up and her soft brown eyes were brimmed with unshed tears. One lone drop trickled down her cheek, but I softly brushed it away with my thumb.
"Want to talk about it?" I ask quietly and Kim slightly nods her head and wipes her puffy eyes with her hand. I pull back my arms and she crawls off my lap. I scoot over and open my sleeping bag, crawling in I gesture Kim to come lay beside me. She moves towards the sleeping bag and slips in next to me. Cuddling up to me with her eyes closed and head against my chest, I wrapped my arm around her waist. Sighing, she opened her sparkling eyes and looked back up to me.
"You want to know why I do karate?" She asked me quietly and I brush some of her blonde hair out of her eyes. She continues
"It's the only thing that reminds me of my mom." Softly she let a drip fall down her face. I am slightly shocked, seeing as how Kim's mom died a couple years back. I place my forehead against hers
"I thought it was so you could beat the guys up whenever you want." I say trying to lighten the mood just a bit. Kim let out a forced little laugh and her face fell into a tenser look.
"My dad thinks it's my fault you know?" She asks as I play with a piece of her golden hair. "My mom's death." She got even softer as she continued, "I never thought he would actually hit me." That got my attention. I propped myself up on my elbow and looked down at Kim, my best friend, thinking, why would her dad do that. I felt the need to protect her, but I had a feeling she wasn't going to let that happen.
"Why would your dad hit you?" I ask feeling my hero complex starting to kick in, but I tried to repress it. She sighed and looked up at me.
"He was drunk and started yelling…" She sighed and moved so sit up against the tent wall. I could still hear the pitter patter of the rain outside. "So I yelled back, and I think the alcohol had gotten to his brain and he slapped me." She said sounding more like she was explaining it to herself. One thing that still confused me lay in the center of my mind.
"So, why did you come to my house?" I ask as I look over at her. She looked so out of place. Usually she wore a smile on her face and held her shoulders high with confidence, but now as she sits in the dark tent with red, puffy eyes and her knees brought up, hugging them closer to her she looks weak.
I looked back up and a smile started to show on her tear stained face.
"You're my only normal friend." She said and a smirk replaced her smile. I laughed and Kim joined in. Once the laughter died it was silent, with the exception of the rain still pouring buckets outside.
"You know I'm always there for you Kim, right?" I ask wanting to have her admit that she might sometimes need some help. She nods and slides back over to her sleeping bag. Once she got comfortable and placed her head on the pillow, I decided that sleep was best after the recent events. I crawled into my sleeping bag beside Kim and closed my eyes.
Kim's P.O.V
I heard Jack get back into his sleeping bag and I whispered
"Thank you, Jack" super quietly and I'm not sure if he heard it or not. Having told him about my dad I felt a weight lift off my chest and sigh closing my eyes slowly. It takes a few minutes to fall asleep and while I wait for the fatigue, I hear Jack snoring softly. I giggle and turn around to face him. His features are calm and relaxed. I'm glad I have him. He let's out another snore and I roll my eyes and sink deeper into my warm blankets, falling into a deep sleep.
Hey, did you like it. If you don't understand or want to know more about a certain thing in the story, just message me and I'll be happy to elaborate for you. This chapter took me forever to write because I am just not an unhappy or sad person. Sorry it's a little short but I think you guys have had enough sadness for one chapter. Anyway thank you all for reading and I hope you continue to because I love getting reviews from all of you. Update will be up this weekend FYI.
