A/N: So I just realized I left you guys with a cliffhanger last chapter… May is very sorry lovelies! I'll try to make it up to you with this chapter, I hope you like it, I hope it flows, oh my I hope it explains some feelings. Any who review, I have to say they always make me smile, and I love you all for being so freggin patient with me, I'll try to upload more often now that I'm done with the prom ordeal but graduations in two weeks so I'll try to upload while I'm doing all of that too. I love you guys sooooo much you're all super amazing and seriously you make my day!
Chapter 9: Your Love Is My Drug
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She was beginning to tire of waking up in strange places with headaches, it was quickly becoming cliché. She blinked rapidly, the light just above her hurting her eyes and forcing her to squeeze them shut with a groan.
She heard a beeping noise beside her and a strange sense of déjà vu washed over her as she opened her eyes and realized she was in a hospital for the second time in only a few short weeks. She blinked her eyes quickly trying to adjust as a hand wrapped around one of hers' she jerked back turning to see Jack's mother sitting beside her, a sad smile on her face.
"Mrs. Brewer." She whispered shocked to see her of all people sitting at her bedside.
"How are you feeling Kim?" she asked. She looked so tired and Kim's stomach fell, she already knew what was going on without any need of an explanation. Something was wrong with Jack.
"Where is he?" Kim whispered staring her in the eye and Jack's mom shook her head, looking away for moment.
"He's in jail Kim." She whispered, her head coming to rest on the girls hand. "He was arrested last week for attacking that boy, Frank."
"Last week?" Kim questioned, and Jack's mother sighed, sitting up and looking her over.
"You've been in here for a week Kim, Frank beat you; don't you remember?" she asked taking hold of one of her hands gently, raising it enough for Kim to see her own bandaged fingers.
"I can't remember anything." She whispered, feeling a sudden pounding in her head. She raised her aching arms to her neck, massaging it softly as Jack's mother pressed a button beside her bed.
"You should rest Kim, we'll deal with it all when you're better." She whispered softly, and Kim thought she heard her voice catch. She didn't want her to cry, Kim loved Jack's mother, almost like if she were her own, and in a way she was, she was always there when her own mother was off on business.
She felt the pain her head begin to numb as her eyelids began to droop and she tried to fight it, tried to stay awake to at least keep her company, to speak, but nothing could fend off the darkness, and it quickly sent her into sleep.
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Name: Jack Brewer
Age: 17 years
Height: 5'11
Weight: 165
Ethnicity: White
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Marks: Birth mark- right cheek
Tattoos: None
Gang Paraphernalia: None
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Damn how he hated jail, or what ever the hell he was in, he'd been in the same freaking cell for a week worrying his head off about Kim and what ever was going on in Seaford. Milton had at least visited him to tell him they'd found Kim, but knowing she was in the hospital again because of Frank again pissed him off; what the hell was the guys deal? Why couldn't he just understand that Kim didn't want to be with him?
He grunted in frustration as he lay back on his cot, his hands resting behind his head as he closed his eyes, Kim's face the only thing playing behind his lids.
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The doctors tended to his wounds; yes he'd been beaten by those cops, after they pulled him off of Kim. He had a busted lip, and a few bruises, but nothing to bad. He was under surveillance, they'd be taking him into custody once he was fully recovered, and he'd be charged with aggravated assault and kidnapping.
Still, he didn't care, he'd given up on his life long ago but as he thought over what he'd done he asked himself how he could've done the things he did. He nearly killed Kim, the girl he claimed to be in love with and why? Because he wanted to be happy with someone else.
Shouldn't her happiness have been enough for him to move forward? He sighed looking over to door to his hospital room, there were police guards stationed there, keeping watch and making sure he didn't run, but he wouldn't run, he had no where to go.
He inhaled deeply, looking around the room before looking out the window into the night sky, there were things he had to set right.
"Excuse me." He called to the officer, who turned to him, raising an eyebrow inquiring what the matter was. "I would like a pen and paper please. There are a few things I need to fix."
He looked back out the window as the officer turned to the nurse's station, and he sighed.
'Well Frank, today's the day you prove you really aren't a bad guy.'
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"Wake up Brewer!" the portly police officer shouted slamming something onto Jack's door and stepping into the room.
"What the hell-" Jack muttered scratching his head and rolling his shoulders as he sat up, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light.
"Congratulations Brewer, you're being released today."
"What do you mean?" Jack asked frowning; surely he would have heard something about his release last night.
"I'm telling you you're free to go and you're wondering why?" the officer asked before he chuckled. "My you kids are a hoot these days; really you are, come on now son, let's get you out of here." He stepped forward and took hold of Jack's arm, hauling him off the bed and towards the door; all the while the boy stared at his back thoroughly confused.
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Kim grunted as she limped out of the hospital, the stupid crutches only made it harder for her to move and she wished she could find Frank and beat his skull in for breaking her leg.
She walked slowly, trying her best to keep her mind from wandering to the one thing it always wandered to.
Jack.
His mother hadn't been at the hospital today, though she'd promised to pick her up and take her over to the prison to see him; but Kim wasn't upset in all honesty she was relieved, she didn't know how shed react to seeing him locked up for no reason other than trying to help her.
She stopped walking and turned her head up towards the sky, it was a bright blue day, the birds were singing and the breeze was ruffling her hair, tickling her legs, caressing her arms, kissing her face, but she felt none of it, because none of it was what she wanted to feel.
She wanted to feel Jack, she wanted him to hug her and tell her everything would be alright, she wanted his arms around her and his mouth over hers kissing away all of the pain. She just wanted to be a girl with her boyfriend, without having to deal with psycho paths bent on ruining her life and crippling herphysically, mentally and emotionally as well.
She resumed her walk, slowly, her mind was distracted and the last thing she wanted was to slam into someone and end up falling into their arms crying; yet when her eyes began to water she had to stop walking again.
She hated feeling so vulnerable, for Christ's sake she was Kim freaking Crawford! Nobody could compare to her, she was one in a million, and now she stood crying helplessly into someone's chest. Wait what? Who was hugging her?
She tried to look up but the person's arms were wrapped to tightly around her and as she pushed she suddenly realized that she recognized those arms, and that chest, and that scent.
Jack!
She looked up and saw his handsome face staring down at her and she felt her tears overflow as she dropped her crutches and clung to him, burying her head in his chest. Jack soothed her, his hands running up and down her back softly as she shook with tears, how long had it been since he'd last held her? Too long he was sure.
"Jack," she whispered and he smiled lifting her chin up to meet his face, he cleared a tear that fell down her cheek and frowned once he saw the bruise on her cheek.
"I'm sorry." She whispered as he kissed her bruised cheek.
"What for?" he asked pulling back to look her in the eye. She turned away from her, eyes downcast and he threaded the fingers of his left hand through her hair, forcing her to turn to him as his right arm stayed safely wrapped around her waist.
"Why are you sorry?" he asked again and she blushed, her lower lip quivering before she bit it.
"I'm sorry you went to jail because of me. I'm sorry you keep getting in trouble for me. Jack I'm just so sor-!" He cut her off, crushing his lips over hers and pulling her into him. She gasped into his mouth and he took advantage of the opportunity to line her tongue with his, kissing her until she was breathless and pushing for him to let her breathe.
When he did she inhaled buckets of air, her forehead coming to rest on his shoulder for a second before he pulled away, holding her face with both his hands and staring her in the eye.
"I don't care how many times I have to get in trouble to protect you, I will do it. Kim there is nothing more important to me than you and there is nothing I wouldn't do for you." His conviction burned in his eyes as he stared at her and she smiled trying desperately not to cry; when had she become so emotional?
"Come on, I'll walk you home." He whispered into her hair after pulling her into his chest. She was in such a fragile state, and he didn't blame her, not after everything that'd happened; hell he was scared to even touch her, but she just looked so close to breaking that he needed to keep his hands on her just to catch the pieces.
He kept her pace as she stumbled forward with the crutches before finding her pace and making her way down the road.
"How did you get out?" Kim asked as they rounded the few corners that would lead to her house. Jack sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets and scowling down at the sidewalk. He didn't say anything and Kim didn't push him, he'd speak when he was ready.
"I'll get it." He whispered once they reached her house, he bent to retrieve the spare key and unlocked the door, opening it wide for her to get inside. She thanked him and made her way into the living room, turning on the lights as she went.
"Where's your mom?" Jack asked, shutting the door and placing the key in the bowl by the door. Kim shrugged as she lay on her couch, placing the crutches on the floor beside her.
"Probably traveling for work again, I don't know I haven't heard from her in a while." She sighed, her eyes glazing over for a minute before she turned her attention to Jack who'd sat in front of her outstretched legs.
"Are you alright?" they both asked each other simultaneously and they both chuckled.
"I'm worried about you Jack." Kim whispered taking his hand in hers. He gave her a small crooked smile that made her heart falter as he leaned over her, his arms on either side of her head as he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers for a fiery kiss. He took from her as if she were the water to quench his thirst, his tongue winning the battle with hers and mapping out the cavern of her mouth, leaving her light headed and needing more.
I love you Kim." He whispered once he pulled away, his hands held her head, his fingers tangled in her hair as he pulled her in for another mind blowing kiss. "I love you so much."
A/N: I have to say, I'm kinda proud of my Kick scene up there, their just so cute, I can't handle it sometimes! I hope you guys liked, please review and I'll be posting the next chapter hopefully soon. Have I mentioned I love you guys? Really I do! I don't have friends who are into fan fiction (except one) so you guys help boost my confidence in my stories. I think there's only one more chapter to this, I'm not really sure what else to add so I guess it'll be ending soon :o whoa! Still it won't be my only Kickin' It fic, you guys are super amazing and there's no way I'd leave this couple alone; although hopefully if I write another multi chapter story it wont take me and entire week to upload a chapter! Ok, long authors note, sorry about that. Review lovelies I love you all!
