So it's been a month since I've updated. Anyways I'm back and I'm ready to try to rock your world Kick shippers! To make up, I have a nice long chapter. I hope you don't get bored so stick along for the ending. Also I want to up the ante so if you guys feel uncomfortable about something I write tell me, so I can stop…I know I probably have some preteen readers.

"Hi Mrs. Anderson is Jack home?"

I stood at Jack's door step patiently waiting for a reply.

I shivered as I felt the night's cold breeze land across my slender arms.

"Kimberly I've told you time and time again…."

I interpreted her tone as anger. Knowing this, I felt that I was likely to be rushed home.

"Call me Julia" She finished sweetly.

I smiled.

"Julia, Is Jack home?"

I tapped my shoes quantitatively on the Andersons' door step.

"He is"

I waited for her approval for me to enter their house.

"Would you like to come in?"

I nodded.

I slowly walked into the Andersons' 5 bedroom home, sitting on the settee in the living room.

I moved around the settee uncomfortably. Julia sat next to me.

"Kimberly, is there something wrong?"

I glanced at her guiltily.

"What! Why would you think that?"

"Besides the fact that our at our house at 9 P.M, you seem tense"

Julia examined me; Studying the expression on my face and my body movement.

I suddenly felt more like an object than a person.

"Is there anything you need to talk about? I am your therapist"

I shook my head.

"You were my therapist, I'm better now" I insisted.

I peeked over Julia's head watching the stairs; hoping that Jack would enter the room.

"Jack's upstairs in his room"

Hearing this I immediately flew up. Grabbing my orange satchel off the side table.

"But Kim there's something…."

Though impolite, I didn't give Julia the opportunity to continue.

I quickly rushed upstairs.

I approached Jack's door.

I mentally debated if it was appropriate for me to tell him what had happened earlier.

I stood there for less than 5 minutes before I decided to enter.

I anxiously forgot to knock. Big mistake.

"Oh God…"

(Flashback)

It had been a week since Danny left and I was holding up.

I was surprised that I didn't go through depression or I didn't constantly cry.

I suppose my time with Danny made me stronger.

However, I did feel alone.

Without Danny there was so much change.

No one to eat lunch with.

No one to go crazy with.

No one to 'borrow' my stuff.

No one to listen to.

No one to listen to me.

Still, I didn't crack. I wouldn't be alone for much longer for today was the day that Rayne would be returning.

I shrieked in anticipation of Rayne's arrival.

I hadn't seen her in months, and believe me she was missed.

I remembered her messy blond hair.

Her piercing green eyes.

Her quantitative freckles.

I imagined how much she had changed.

The best part about Rayne's return was the fact that we'd be roommates

I screamed.

Rayne hadn't yet arrive still I was excited.

I sat down on my twin sized bed waiting for Rayne.

An hour had passed and Rayne still hadn't arrived.

Another hour passed and my anxiousness grew.

Eventually I became tired and was even considering going to bed.

Then at the stroke of 6 my door flew open and I was greeted with a loud holler.

"Kimmmmmmmmmmm!"

"Rayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyne!"

Rayne quickly dropped her suitcases and grabbed me in a tight hug.

Tears fell down my cheeks in happiness.

Rayne was here, Rayne was back.

We parted.

"Oh my god Rayne I missed you so much"

"Ditto Kim"

I smiled.

"Are you okay? Are you tired? Are you hungry? Do you need anything?"

Rayne chuckled.

"Same old Kim"

I helped her unpack her clothes into the dresser and into the empty closet.

We began to get re-acquainted.

"I can't believe you set Stacy up!"

"Danny couldn't either. I planned it for days and it all worked out" I said with a bulky smile on my face.

"Kim…If you didn't do that I'd still be in Livington".

She rested her arm on my shoulder.

"Thank you" Rayne continued to say.

"It's my fault you were in there in the first place" I muttered.

"Only because I influenced you" Rayne insisted.

"It doesn't even matter. Stacy's gone. It's just me and you, so maybe now Juvi won't be so miserable"

I nodded.

Rayne sat beside me on my bed.

"We're going to have some good times Kim"

"I know we are"

I smiled.

Of course I hated being in Juvi. I mean who likes Juvi? But the fact of the matter is that I was reunited with my first friend (in Juvi)I knew if she was there it would be us against the rest…and just maybe the days would go by faster.

Rayne talked about life in Livington. She mentioned how terrible the conditions were. How awful the other girls were. How she was dying to leave. She was insistent on the fact that she wouldn't have changed anything thing, she preferred knowing that she was in Livington and not me.

"Rayne, how much time do you have left?" I asked lowly.

I examined her expression.

It seemed normal.

"Well curfews at 10:30 so we have a couple hours"

I shook my head.

"No. I mean how much more time do you have in Juvi?"

Rayne didn't respond.

"Rayne look…"

"4 more months"

I blinked.

That soon! It was currently January which meant that Rayne would be leaving around May.

I frowned.

What would I do after she left?

Sulk in sadnesws…

Before I could process what had happen a fuzzy green pillow was thrown on my face.

"What was that for!?" I questioned loudly.

Rayne rolled her eyes.

"You're thinking Kim!"

"Isn't that what people do? Think…"

Rayne smiled.

"You're thinking about the future, but we're supposed to be living in the moment"

I tried to remain composed, still my displeasure was apparent.

"I can't. I'm happy for you but I can't help thinking about me…I mean what'll will I do with my life?"

I paused, thinking about what to say next, then continued.

"I'm 11 Rayne. I'll be in Juvi until I'm 18…Then after that I'm going to prison…and who knows how long I'll be in there" I continued.

I shed a tear.

Rayne patted me on the back.

She gave me a look of sympathy.

I have always had distaste for sympathy.

"I don't know what to say" Rayne said lowly.

She gave me a silk cloth to wipe my cheek.

I did but as soon as my face was dry, new drops would fall.

"So they're not reviewing your case?" Rayne questioned.

"Rayne they think I burned down a kid's house. They think I tried to kill him. They think the reason he's in a coma is because of me"

"But your innocent!" She sprang up from my bed in frustration.

"I don't understand why they can't see that" She continued to say.

"Khloe planned it all perfectly"

"Do they have a witness?"

"The witness said that he saw a skinny blonde preteen, which fits both Khloe and my description"

"Finger prints? DNA evidence?"

"They found my finger prints on a spray paint bottle. The DNA they found matched both Khloe and I"

Rayne sighed.

"That's messed up"

"I know…"

She gave me another hug.

"You'll be out here soon, I just know it"

I chuckled.

"Funny that's exactly what Danny said" I stated.

"Well she's right! Haven't you read any books lately Kim? The good guy always wins"

I grinned.

She was just trying to be a good friend, because she unlike Khloe and the rest of my family actually cared about me.

But for some reason I just wanted to scream at her. I didn't want her to get my hopes up. I was convinced that there was no way that I'd be free.

I attempted to forget my problems.

I forced my face to smile.

I forced myself to be happy.

Rayne was back!

Even though she'd just be here for 4 months, I was going to enjoy every last minute of it.

"Yeah, you're probably right" I said doubtfully.

"I'm always right Kimmy"

I giggled. Kimmy.

"Rayne, enough with the sad talk. This is your first night back, let's seize the night!"

Rayne rolled her eyes.

"Yes! You're definitely right"

"Okay then, Let's begin"

I didn't give Rayne the time to respond. In an instant I had pushed her off my bed and she was lying on the carpeted floor.

I laughed.

Rayne sat up.

"Ha ha ha Kim, very funny"

I continued to laugh.

"I'm going to get you back you know"

"I'd like to see you try" I retorted.

With placed her hands on her hips.

I chuckled.

(Currently)

"Oh my god"

Jack stood up fixing his hair.

I blinked rapidly.

"Kim it's not what it looks like"

I looked at my shoes.

Then glanced up.

Caused by a reaction I started to babble.

"It's Jack and Jamie, and Jack and Jamie and Jack and Jamie and Jack and Jamie and Jack…"

A disorientated Jamie Pettis stood up running her hand through her wild brown hair.

She sneakily grinned.

"Hi Kim" she waved.

I shot darts at her through my eyes.

I imagined slamming her head into a door.

"Jamie!" I shrieked angrily.

Before I knew it I felt a strong pair of arm drag my arm bringing me outside of the room.

Jack looked at me with a mixture of confusion and awkwardness.

He shut his door in a supposed attempt for Jamie not be included in our conversation.

"Kim what are you doing here?" Jack inquired.

A huge grin stood on his face as he rubbed the back of his head gawkily.

In a state consternation, acrimony and resentment; I decided not to state my reason.

All I wanted to do was to vacate the premises.

Wouldn't you do the same?

Be honest, If you saw the love off your life on his bed, in the middle of a hot make out session with a girl he barely knows…You'd react any differently.

"Better question, what were you doing with her?"

Part of me was furious but the other was devastated and somewhat heart broken.

I wondered what would of happened if I didn't intervene, I quickly budged the thought off.

Jack uncomfortably answered.

"I told you Jamie and I are going out now"

He looked at the sealing.

"You could have given me a heads up before you came over" Jack continued to say.

Exaggerating, I mini-waved my arms.

"Well I'm sorry I didn't know you were hooking up with Jamie Pettis"

Even up on hearing myself say those words I still found them difficult to believe.

What was so special about Jamie Pettis?

So what if Jamie was a brunet.

It didn't matter that she was 5"6.

Nobody cared that she looked like a Victoria Secret Model.

I could compete with that.

I'm blond.

I'm smart-ish.

I'm kind of fun.

I speak a little Italian.

So I can't compete with her, big deal. Jack's not superficial.

"Nothing happened Kim"

"Well obviously! I interrupted something"

I just couldn't erase the mental image out of my head.

"Kim…"

"You've only known her for like a week and you two almost….guh!"

I lowly shrieked, sounding somewhat like Milton.

I blew my overgrown side bangs out of my face.

"I don't know what to say" Jack admitted.

He looked at me confused.

"Sorry"

I shook my head disappointedly.

"You have to get her out of here before you mom knows"

"Actually…"

Jack's room door creaked open.

A grinning Jamie Pettis emerged.

"We were actually doing our science homework"

"It's worth half of our grade this term" Jamie continued to say.

She stood next to Jack daintily.

Her being there just got to me.

I knew if I stayed any longer someone would get injured…and that person was notgoing to be me.

"Jack I gotta go, I'll see you Monday" I said feverously.

Jack didn't attempt to stop me, and I didn't want to.

I dashed down the stairs.

Julia Anderson stood at the door as if she were waiting for me to leave.

She half smiled.

"I tried to tell you that Jamie was there"

I blinked.

"My fault, I shouldn't have come"

Julia opened the door.

I waved good bye, as I stepped onto their porch.

I did my best to smile; pretending like it was a regular visit.

Julia closed the door.

With that I sprinted of their property.

I wasn't sure where I was going, all I wanted to do was get far away from Jack's house, and forget all about today.

All my emotion came out as I ran.

The tears streamed across my face.

Just when I thought my day couldn't have gotten any worse.

(At home)

I arrived home around 2 hours later.

I paced around my room anxiously.

Contemplating on today's events.

I didn't know exactly how to feel.

Should I be sad the love of my life is in a relationship?

Angry because he didn't mention that they were official?

Or, happy because my best friend was gratified?

I hated what he was doing to me.

I hated how much he affected me.

Jack Anderson had the power to make me happy,

Cause me sadness, strike me anger and drive me to the brink of insanity.

He was one of the two people in the world who caused all of these rapid emotions. The other was my sister Khloe.

In fact Khloe was the only reason I decided to visit Jack that late. For today was the day that I was planning on telling Jack about her because of recent news from my mother.

(Earlier today)

"Kimberly darling!"

My mother approached me with an embrace.

As she removed her designer sun glasses, she smiled at me.

"Hi mother" I greeted.

As customary, my mother would return for a few days every 2 months; so I was not surprised to see her.

She threw of her black coat as she entered our large house.

She kissed both my cheeks..

"You have no idea how much I missed you Kimberly"

"Same here" I said.

My mother continued chatting.

"My work schedule in Paris was chaotic. Every day was non-stop surgery with patients…I needed a break"

I nodded.

I helped her bring in her suit cases.

I noticed she had a new car, but didn't bother mentioning it.

I assumed she received it from a suitor.

"So how have you been sweety?"

"Okay" I answered.

My mother sat on the settee. I joined her.

"Just okay, nothing fabulous?"

"Not really"

Hearing my Green I phone ring signaling a text message I removed it from my jeans pocket. I smiled seeing that it was from Jack. I quickly replied.

"What was that about?" My mother inquired.

I shrugged, the huge grin on my face still apparent.

"I don't know what you're talking" I beguiled.

I avoided eye contact.

"Is it your boy friend?"

I coughed.

"What, No!...It's just Jack"

"My friend, I mentioned him the last time" I continued to say

She smirked.

"Oh"

There was nothing really left to say.

When my mother visited her stay lasted from 2 days to a week.

During this time I was usually in my room on the internet or hanging out with my friends.

Though, occasionally she'd ask me to accompany her at events with her clients and friends.

Those would be boring, mostly because they were dining events. She'd often try to engage me in conversations with her friends, feeling out of place I'd just smile and nod.

"So how long are you staying?" I inquired.

I fumbled with my undone finger nails.

"3, 4 days"

My mother beamed.

"A month"

I blinked.

"What, why?"

I didn't mean for it to come out that way, I was simply surprised.

"Did you get fired?" I asked.

My mother shook her head.

"You might need some tea for what I'm about to tell you"

She held my hand.

I giggled.

"So you were fired. Does that mean you'll be living here now?" I asked somewhat delightfully.

"It's nothing pertaining me"

I nodded.

I signaled her to explain to me what she mentioned moments before.

"It's about Khloe"

I cringed.

Hearing her name caused shivers through out my body.

Khloe caused me so much anger and pain, I had never forgiven her.

"What about Khloe?" I forced myself to ask.

I felt anxiety and tenseness.

She brushed my hair with her fingers.

"she's bsvsvnndmbdkacuihdd" My mother mumbled.

I couldn't comprehend what she was saying.

"What?"

My mother sighed.

"She's been acquitted of the charges"

I froze.

This had to be a joke.

Khloe was a criminal the probability of her being released before she was 30 was unlikely.

"Are you serious?" I managed to ask.

My mother nodded.

I stood up from the couch.

"No!" I shrieked.

"No, no, no, tell me you're lying" I insisted.

My mother didn't disclaim her statement.

I moved around uncomfortably.

Pulling my hair and muttering.

"Kimberly calm down" My mother spoke softly.

"Calm down, calm down" I said rigidly.

"Because of Khloe I spent over a year of my life in a juvenile detention facility where I was tormented regularly" I insisted.

My mother didn't respond.

"How could they just drop the charges?"

"Your father"

"Dad…."

Khloe was always my father's favorite, so I felt somewhat immature and ignorant for thinking that he'd just let his little angel stay behind bars for long.

"You remember Alex Cooper…"

How could I forget him. He was the heart breaker whose house Khloe burned down, and in that act almost murdered.

"Your father paid his family a large sum of money to drop the charges"

"But…It was a court case that's not possible!"
"I know, after your father found this out he used Alex Cooper as a witness to Khloe's change. Alex Cooper stated that he felt that she deserved another chance and that Khloe made a mistake. Hearing this the judge decided to release her"

I strained.

"Things like this don't happen…I just don't get it" I said teary.

"So what does this mean? They're letting her go?" I queried.

My mother nodded.

The tears that I had expected gushed.

"I don't want that to happen" I rambled.

My mother hugged me, she removed a loose strand of hair from my face.

"Kimberly, she's changed"

I pushed my mother off angrily.

"You've seen her!"

"I've been visiting her for the last couple of months" My mother confessed.

"She feels awful for her crime, especially what she did to you" My mother continued to say.

I wiped my tears.

"And you're falling for it! We all know Khloe is the queen of deception!" I hollered.

My mother attempted to calm me down.

"Kimberly she's been there for 3 years, who knows what she has been through"

"Or who she's tormented" I added.

My mother frowned.

"Can you at least give her a chance"

I bewilderedly looked at my mother.

"Wait, I'll have to face her?"
My mother nodded.

I continued to pace.

"Isn't she staying with dad?"

My mother shook her head.

"Khloe will be on a one year probationary period until she's aloud to leave the state"

My father lived in Los Angeles which meant Khloe had to stay here.

"When's she coming?"
"What?"

"You seemed to have everything figured out, so when's queen crazy coming?'

"Next Wednesday" My mother answered lowly.

"Great" I answered un-enthused.

My mother smiled.

I can only imagine what's going on in her head.

With Khloe back she can finally have her perfect family.

With her two identical daughters by her side.

"I can't wait" My mother squealed.

I shot darts at her with my eyes.

After all the trouble Khloe cause my mother forgave her.

Then again parents always want to see the best in their children.

I couldn't deal with all this news.

One minute I preparing to have a great weekend, next thing I'm being told the girl who caused my demise would be set free, and living in my house. I needed some time to think. I needed someone to talk to.

There was only one person who I felt like I could tell without being judged or criticized, someone who'd just listen. Jack.

I grabbed my satchel.

"I…I have to"

"Kimberly wait!"

I stormed out of my door. I quickly heading to Jack's house to tell him the news.

(Currently)

I felt so overwhelmed with everything.

Jack was with Jamie.

Khloe was returning.

So much stress for one person.

I couldn't handle it all.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream!

What was I supposed to do?

How was I supposed to deal with this all?

I glanced myself in my dresser mirror.

My cheeks were stained, my hair was a jungle, and my eyes were damp.

Two thought made their way to my mind.

No wonder Jack chose Jamie.

You'll never be as perfect as Khloe.

I grabbed my hearing spray and threw it on the mirror. It caused the mirror to crack, blocking my face.

I screamed.

I ran to my side table taking out a shoe box.

In this shoe box I shoveled through paper, under the paper I found the object I was seeking.

A razor blade.

I stared at it for a millisecond.

On impulse, I angrily grabbed the blade.

I slashed several lines on the back of my risk.

The blood was released from the cuts. They mixed with my tears.

With each cut I felt relief.

I was in control.

I was dominant.

For even though the razor blade hurt, It felt good.

I felt good.

After minutes of this I dropped the blade.

My crying ceased.

I slowly walked to my bed, diving myself under the sheets.

Finally at peace, I closed my eyes and went to slumber.