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Mom..." I said, my voice shaking. I was planning on asking her what he had done to her, but I didn't manage to say it because her cold, strong hand collided with my left check. I winced in pain. What had he done to her? What was wrong with her! I needed her back the way she was before! Not the new her! I needed my mommy back! The one who would help me with homework and protect me from him! Without realizing tears started floating uncontrollably down my face.

"Awwww! Is poor Kimberly crying!" She said in a baby voice. "Too bad!" She snapped, her tone changing. I wimped at her new tone. I was used to my father's. But not her! Not the only one who actually cared about me. Not her, just not her! I looked in here eyes. Another few tears escaped my eyes. She threw me out of her way and went to the kitchen. I hit the floor, my eyes following my mother as she was moving. Suddenly my father came in view. They talked together, they laughed and they seemed to enjoy each other's company. From outside they looked like normal, civilized people and pretty good parents. But that was from the outside. Then it hit me. If he kept beating both of us we could have told the police. But now if my mother is just like him there are two vs one. And I am just a kid in everyone's eyes.

"What do you mean you are leaving!" My father's voice echoed in the room. Immediately after that the sound of shattered glass filled the room.

"I'm sick of staying with the idiot you are and with that bitch!" I heard my mother's voice.

"How am I suppose to pay everything!"

"Not my problem!" My mother said. I looked at the scene. My mother was picking up a bag. I knew that bag. It was the bag she put her clothes in when we left to come here. She went to the door, hitting my feet which were in her way. It wasn't until then when I realized that I was still on the cold floor. I looked back up at my mother. She had opened the door and was already walking outside the house. She closed the door behind her and there she was gone. I was paralyzed. What was going to happen now? How were we suppose to live. She was basically the only family member working. And we were basically dead. What was I suppose to do now. I had to work. But where?! Where would they hire a 16 years old girl and pay her good enough so two people can live exceptional out of it. Before I could think of an answer to my question my father said:

"You! It's your fault! All your fault!"

Without another word he threw me on the floor. His left foot hit my stomach. Then he hit again and again and again until he felt like he was done. He grabbed my hair and threw me to the wall. His hand made its way to my face, colliding powerfully with it. It was the same check he had hit the first day he came here, the same check mom hit. And that made the pain ten times harder to bare. He then hit me in my right knee and finally elbowed my stomach. He let go of my arm and I fell on the floor, unable to hold myself up. I knew I had to get to my room, I had to examine the wounds but it hurt to much for me to possibly move. I heard him laugh, bitterly."Look at you, now, slut!"I would have punched him. I would have beat the hell out of him. I would have no mercy for him. But I was capable to do absolutely nothing. However I somehow managed to ask him the question I knew could cost me so much pain.

"What did you do to her?" I asked, finding the extreme courage to even talk to him. Another bitter laugh echoed in the room. I managed to get up, just in time for him to grab my arm again.

"You wanna know what I did to her?" He said. I was scared of what he would do to me. But I had to find out. I just had to. I nodded slowly.

"She was unconscious when you had arrived. And when she woke up, she had a memory loss. I had convinced her that you were so bad you deserved beating. Don't worry, she'll remember sooner or later." He said and let go of me.

I managed to keep my balance. I was shocked. Of course he'd know. He was a doctor after all. He knew exactly when to stop beating me and her. Because he had to freakin know. I knew it too well. After a while I dared to make the first step. By now, my father was gone. I didn't know where he had gone out and honestly I didn't even care. I soon took another step. And another one, and another one. I finally reached my room and opened the small attic door. That was my chance. My chance to at least take the mattress for my room. I went to my old room. I looked around it and noticed it was cleaned. Probably my mother had cleaned it. I went to my bed and tried to pick up the mattress from it but I quickly dropped it as my whole body ached so bad. There was no way I could pick that thing up without suffering. But if I wanted to at least have a good sleep I needed it. I picked the mattress up again and this time I managed to move it out of the bed frame. I put it down and then picked it up again, having a small break in between. And so, with huge effort I managed to get the mattress up the stairs and into my room. I brought a blanket from my room and when I was done I looked at the clock. It was nine. It must have really taken me a while to get that stupid mattress up. I hated being like that. So weak and helpless. But I had no choice. I couldn't fight back, could I? Not in this state, anyway. I had tried before, once. The flashback came to my mind in spite of my useless efforts to keep it hidden in the back of my mind where it had been for so long.

I was fifteen back then. I had just gotten my second degree black belt. So I thought I could fight him back. When he tried and punch me, I blocked it. He threw another punch and I caught it. But he didn't play fair. He hit the back of my knee and I collapsed on the floor. He hit me with so much power I almost blacked out. He went out and I sighed in relief. But soon enough he was back, a bottle in his hand. He threw it at me and the shattered glass cut my skin. I could feel it underneath my skin. I had only a pair of shorts and a T-shirt so the pieces easily found their way deep in my skin. That day me and my mother had struggled to get all the glass out. A tear slipped out of eye. I couldn't believe my mother had turned out that way. I knew it was not her fault. But for me it still hurt. She was the only one who was right there beside me all this time.

I got under my blankets and for the first time in a while I prayed. I prayed that my mother would be all right. That she would gain her memory back and come back to me. I prayed that my father would stop drinking. I prayed for all the kids that had to go threw this and even worse. I finally said"Amen" but than remembered what Jack had said today about love.

"God, please, I know I have already asked you to do a lot of things but please, just please on more thing. Please change Jack's opinion about love as he is wrong. Amen"

I woke up the next morning and checked the time on my phone. It was seven. I quickly got up and went into the bathroom. I got undressed and examined my body. My upper stomach was painted in dark shades of purple and the back of my knee had the same color. My right check was almost black. There was no way I could possibly cover that. So instead I just let it slip. I didn't waste any of my time applying make-up so I had enough time to search for clothes. I grabbed the small bag I had found in the old wardrobe and shoved in it clothes I could change in for the dojo. Then I searched for something acceptable to wear. It was pretty hard to find. I decided on a simple black and white blouse and my black jeans. I checked the time once again. Almost seven thirty. I decided to climb down the tree, again making sure to leave the window open. I however made my way a little harder down, thanks to my wounded body. I sighed as I reached the safe earth. I went across the street to Jack's house and knocked on the door. Almost immediately a man opened the door.

"What?!" He almost yelled. I was taken aback.

"Um...I...um..." I struggled to say something.

"I am Kim Crawford. Jack's friend. I was hoping to talk to Jack." I said, finally managing to make a fool sentence.

"So you are the famous Kim..." Wait?! What did he mean by that. "Jack mentioned something about you. Please, come in and I will call him now." He said and opened the door wider, for me to come in.

"By the way, what happened with-"

"Dad, who was at the door?" I heard Jack's voice. He came downstairs...shirtless... Talking about awkward here...

"Kim?! what the?! You couldn't even bother to call me before!"

"Sorry?!" I said. Well it actually sounded more like a question, but whatever. I studied him. I wasn't staring , just studying! And I obviously didn't notice he had a six-pack. Pff! No! Why would I notice that?...Wow... I can't even lie to myself. But I can't help it! That boy has muscles. He smirked.

"Like what you see?" He asked me cockily after his father left. As if...

"You'd wish, Brewer!" I said but I couldn't help but lightly blush.

I looked back at Jack. His smirk had turned into his nice, sweet, beautiful ... Ok I have to stop with that. It had turned into his normal smile. I waited him to get ready and we both went to school. As we walked out of his house he asked the question that I knew he'd ask sooner or later. "What happened to your check?" I had to tell him. About my mother and how she had changed, the whole story about my father. But how was I suppose to tell him all these?

I hope you liked it. I am really truly sorry for the last chapter. I hope this one is better :) Also Pwetty please review :D