A special thanks to BlueBaloon9596 to who without this chapter would not be possible. Xx

I lay curled up in a ball on my bed with my knees to my chin, my eyes were puffy and blood shot

from all the crying that had took place an hour or so previously. I don't exactly know what my

thought process was at the time, but what I remember was a strong urge to run away, to flee, just

keep going and not turn back. The rain outside was pouring down in the bucket loads; I stared out

the window, droplets fast hitting the glass making a light thudding noise. Common sense would have

told me not to do it but I couldn't stick the way things were, so without much thought or risk

assessment I pushed open the window, the strong winds catching it, pushing it back inwards closing

heavily on my left hand. I thought back the desperate urge to scream and using my good hand I

proceeded to open the window again. Like Bart had done I lowered myself down the drain pipe

before losing my footing a meter or so before the ground, dazed I awoke soaking wet and face

covered in blood it had seemed I had been knocked out. Getting myself together I attempted to

stand up however a sharp shooting pain pulsated up my leg, with all the strength I had left in me I

stood up and dragged myself to the village. I was so weak I couldn't go on and found myself giving

into the pain as I collapsed to the floor allowing the darkness to consume me, the only thing I was

vaguely aware of was a familiar yet inaudible male voice, the next thing I knew I had awoken in the

McQueen's living room with a concerned and teary Bart clutching my hand.

"Arghhhh," I groaned trying to sit up.

"Here, let me help," Bart told me, gently helping me sit upright, I instantly felt an aching sensation in

my leg and my head was pounding.

"Thanks," I grumbled my throat incredibly dry.

"How are you feeling?"

"Sore,"

"You scared the life out of me, my heart literally stopped when I saw you collapse," Bart admitted,

he still had my hand in a firm grasp

"I wasn't really thinking straight when I did what I did," I declared

"And what exactly was that? You're in such a state,"

"After you left, my dad and I had a big bust up, and he said I couldn't see you anymore, then I just

lost it, climbed out the window, but I slipped and blacked out and then when I regained

consciousness I dragged myself over here," I rambled

"God, Jasmine!"

"I know, I know, but I can't just stay there and take all the crap my dad gives me,"

"I understand, the main thing is that you're alright, well almost alright, your head was bleeding

earlier but its stopped, and your ankle looks a little swollen, maybe I should take you to the hospital

get you checked out" He said his voice full of hurt at the idea of me being in pain.

"No, it'll be fine; I've had too many visits to the hospital already,"

"But it looks pretty bad,"

"No, I'll be fine," I reassured him

Bart looked at his watch, "What time is it?" I asked

"It's 12.34 in the afternoon, you've been out cold all night," he told me

"What! I've missed college again,"

"Yeah well this time you had a proper reason," Bart told me

"Oh love you're awake, how are you feeling?" Myra McQueen asked making her way down the stairs

"I'm feeling a bit better," I lied, the pain was overwhelming.

"You gave us a right scare yesterday!" She said putting her hand on my shoulder

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, thanks for letting me stay the night,"

"You are welcome here anytime you want, you're practically family now!"

"Thanks," I said again

"Well in that case Aunty Myra would it be okay for Jasmine to stay with us for a while?" Bart asked

"Huh?" I asked

"Of course, Bart told me there was a little bit of tension between Carl and you,"

"Little bit is an understatement," I sighed

"Come on, staying here will give you the time you need to clear your head, besides you needs some

space, your house is hectic with all the wedding planning going on there,"

"You're right, I don't think I could stick Dad controlling me any more right now, thanks for this," I

admitted resting my head on his shoulder, and closing my eyes.

"You're welcome," he said placing a light kiss on my head.

Bart had said me staying at home would be hectic, but I somehow had a feeling the McQueen

household wouldn't be any less, possibly even madder.