I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while! I've been enjoying my Spring Break! I'm visiting my dad, aunt, and grandma. Haven't seen them since Christmas. I'm not going to bore you with the details, here's the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It.

Crash!

Kim's eyes opened to see a bright flash of lightning peering through the trees out her window. She looked outside and it was just like she had expected. Rain. The soil on the ground was now a liquid mud and all the birds and squirrels hid in the trees. Kim knew she was going to school, whether it was raining or shining. She threw on some old, loose jeans and a T-shirt. Then she threw a sweater over it to hide all her scars and bruises. Kim hesitantly opened her bedroom door. She peaked out, making sure her father was nowhere to be found. After checking, she grabbed her stuff and ran downstairs. Expecting her father to be waiting for her with a baseball bat, Kim flinched and slammed her eyes shut.

*Silence*

Kim opened her eyes to see an empty dining room. She. walked over and peaked in her father's bedroom. David laid on his bed with a empty bottle of wine in his hand.

Wheww... He's asleep.

Kim rushed out the door and ran off to school, shielding her eyes from the rain. Once she got inside the building, she approached her locker to see writing on it. Again. Kim's fists clenched and her heart rate sped up. But then she found some sense. She took a few deep breaths and thought to herself.

Keep it cool, Kim. Even though you probably want to pummel Grace right now, don't. You'll just be seen as a bigger freak than you already are.

Just as Kim was about to walk away, Grace and a bunch of her cheerleading friends walked by.

"Well if it isn't Kimmy Kim-Kim!" Grace said. "Did you finally crawl out of the gutter and run home to daddy?"

Kim looked in the crowd that had quickly gathered and spotted Jack. She took a deep breath. It took everything she had to not rip her skull off.

"You know what, Grace?" Kim started. "You're no better than me."

Grace snickered.

"Please! Demons are better than you!"

"Maybe I've made some mistakes, but don't pretend that you're innocent. You have always been calling me a freak, or a loser, ever since you met me. But has it ever occurred to you that maybe I wouldn't hate you so much, if you would have just let me be?"

With that said, Kim walked away. Grace stood there with nothing to say. She turned around to see everyone staring at her.

"What? She can say whatever she wants, but she will always be the freak of the school!" She said.

She stormed away and the crowd cleared. Jack ran off in the direction of Kim. The bell rang as soon as he spotted her. She was sitting alone on the stairs. He walked up to her.

"Kim? What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing's wrong, just thinking." She said.

"That was really mature. what you said to Grace."

"Trust me, it was not easy! It took me everything I had to not rip her skull off!"

"Haha! Well, the point is, you didn't."

Jack sat next to Kim on the steps.

"Aren't you worried you'll get in trouble for being late to class?" Kim asked, teasing him a little.

"Nah! It won't be that big of a deal!" He answered.

"Wow, Jack! I'm impressed! You're turning into a bad boy all of a sudden!"

"It was only a matter of time!" Jack said, popping his shirt collar.

Kim laughed.

"You know," Jack started. "you should smile more often."

"Why you say that?"

"You look pretty when you smile."

"Please..."

*Awkward silence*

"Are we ever going to talk about it?" Jack asked.

Kim knew he was talking about all the times they "Kissed".

"Not yet!" Kim said, smiling.

She got up and skipped down the hall. Jack followed her all the way to the front of the school.

"What do you say about skipping school, Mr. Badboy?" Kim asked Jack, playfully.

"Might as well live up to my new name!" Jack said. "Let's go grab our stuff."

They both went back to their lockers and grabbed their things. Then they ran down the hallways, out of school, and straight to the skatepark. Jack took out the skateboard that was sticking out of his bag. Kim admired it from her favorite spot: the bench.

"Why don't you take a picture, it will last longer!" Jack said, teasing Kim.

"Sorry, I just really wish I had a board." She said.

"You want to use mine?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. Here, knock yourself out!"

Kim took the board, hesitantly.

"I hope you don't mean that literally!" She said.

"Guess it all depends on how good you are on that board!"

Kim ran to the half pipe and then started skating. Jack watched from the sidelines and was pretty impressed. When Kim came back, he was still in shock.

"Wow! You were awesome!" He said.

"Thanks. I was probably a little rusty. I haven't skated since I was a little kid."

"I thought you said you didn't have a board!"

"Well, not now. I used to, but then my dad got angry one day and broke it."

"Oh. Sorry to bring it up. How is that going, by the way?"

"It's ok. I haven't really seen him much. He's always either out, or drunk and passed out."

"So, no beatings?"

"Not yet."

After school had ended, Jack walked Kim home from the skatepark. When they got to the front of her house, Jack was about to leave, but Kim stopped him.

"Wait up!" She said.

She dragged him along to her front door and he waited as she peeked inside.

"Just as I suspected, my dad's not home. Want to come in?" She asked.

"Sure."

Kim and Jack entered the house and Kim walked inside her father's bedroom.

"See? Completely empty."

Jack looked around and something on the bed caught his eye.

"What's that?"

He pulled out a book that was sticking out from underneath what used to be Kim's mom's pillow. Kim looked at it with curiosity.

"I don't know. Maybe a diary or something? I've never seen it before."

Kim opened the book and read the first page out loud.

Dear Diary,

I'm now the official wife of David Crawford. I'm so happy to have him in my life. He's a wonderful man. The only thing that irritates me sometimes, is his temper. Not only has he been yelling most of the times, but now he is starting to push, shove, and hit. My brain says to leave, but my heart says that he will change. I love him with all my heart, no matter what he does. I know he can change. He will change. One day. I'm pretty tired, I should get some rest. Until next time!

Love,

Amy Crawford.

Kim and Jack couldn't believe what they had just read. They both stared at the book with astonishment.

"Skip to the last thing she wrote." Jack said.

Kim skimmed through the book all the way to the last page. She looked at the date.

"It's dated the day before she died." Kim said.

She read the last page out loud.

Dear Diary,

I will not be writing in this book for quite a while. I'm going to a rehabilitation center to get sobered up. It's the best thing for Kim. After all, I've noticed she's been very depressed and David says it probably has something to do with me being so drunk all the time. I was right about him. He has changed. Ever since Kim was a little girl, he has stopped hitting me. Of course, that was when I was already addicted to drinking, but that's not the point. The point is, he's changed. Now to think of it, why did I start drinking? Oh right! I was so depressed about David abusing me that I turned to alcohol. Well, now that he stopped and I'm getting sober, it's going to be a new start for us. As a family. Until I get back!

Love,

Amy Crawford.

Kim closed the book and looked up at Jack. The words shakily came out of her mouth.

"Not only has my father abused me... he abused my mom, too."