Hey guys, long time no see I have been busy with work and school but i'll try to start writing again. This idea came into my mind while i was taking a walk and i decided to try and write a story around it.

Sorry the chapter is a bit short i'm not really good at this whole writing thing so writing long chapters is hard for me and takes a lot of time, but i'll try my best to make the next chapters longer and update more often.

Enjoy

Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin' it

Jack's lungs were burning as he raced up the street, but he still didn't stop running. He couldn't stop. He had to get away from here as fast as he could before anyone discovered he was missing.

The teenager kept running, narrowly missing a car as it swerved past him, the driver honking its horn angrily and screaming intelligibly. But Jack paid him no mind and kept running, and he didn't stop until he spotted a dark alley. Without thinking twice, he darted down it before he collapsed with his back against the wall, panting.

It seemed like ages before his wildly racing heart calmed down, and the adrenaline fear left behind worked its way out of his system, leaving Jack feeling exhausted.

Why on earth had he decided to run away again? Oh yeah... because his parents were dead.

Dead...

Jack shivered and pulled his knees up to his chest as the dark of the night began to descend upon him, remembering all too well the vents that had taken place within the last 24 hours...

It had started like any normal day. Jack had raced out the door, but not before his mother had given him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek and had told him to be careful.

And of course, he had rolled his eyes and responded with the usual "Mom, I'm 15, not 5. I'm not a baby anymore."

And his mother would smile as usual, and reply "You'll always be my baby, Jack no matter how old you get."

The teenager would smile at her, before heading to school.

The school day had been completely normal too. He had said hi to his friends at his locker, and laughed at whatever jokes they would come up with, and of course make fun of the history teacher and how he cleared his throat at least 350 times in class.

Everything had been normal, until he had gotten home.

Police cars had been lined up all over his street, and "do not cross" tape fenced in his yard. Mouth running dry in horror, Jack dropped his skateboard onto the ground and had ducked underneath the yellow line of tape he had bolted across his yard and up the stairs into his house. The moment he entered, all he could see were police officers all over the place, in every room of his house.

"Mom?" he had called out voice weak and hands shaking, his dark brown eyes searching desperately for her as he walked room to room until he reached the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen he stopped dead in horror.

His mother was lying unmoving in the middle of the kitchen floor, blood pooling around her, and police officers surrounding her. Several stab wounds were present on her body. Jack's heart sank and he felt as if he might throw up.

The boy made a small, pathetic sound in his throat that caught the attention of one of the police officers. He had stood up immediately and asked, "Are you Jack Brewer"

Jack opened and closed his mouth, no sound coming out. He nodded numbly.

"Come with me then"

The rest was all a blur from there, but Jack remembered bits and pieces. His mother had been stabbed to death by an escaped convict when she tried to protect her valuables. And now... since he had no known relatives, they were going to put him in a foster home.

No...

Fuck no...

Jack had heard of foster homes, where kids were abused from sunup to sundown, and picked on mercilessly by the other kids that lived there. No, that wasn't gonna be him.

As soon as the officer had dismissed him, Jack had run up to his room, thrown a few of his precious belongings into a black duffel bag, jumped out of the window and taken off under the cover of night before anyone could catch him.

And now here he was, sitting in a cold, dark alleyway with nothing more than clothes on his back and a few things in his bag.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating he quickly dug his phone out of his pockets. It's a text from Harry one of his skater friends he usually hung out with at school.

"Hey me and Randy are gonna head to the skate park you coming with us?"

He stared at his phone and gripped it tightly eyes unfocused, his hands shaking and a single tear streaming down his face.

He couldn't let them know what had happened, he couldn't let anyone know. People would start treating him differently and pity him, the last thing he wanted was being pitied.

Anger welled up in his chest, he closed his phone and laid his head against the wall looking up at the sky fists clenched.

What have i done to deserve this. Its not fair. First my Dad dies and now my Mom, I don't have a home and im all alone. He thought jaw clenched and silent tears streaming down his face.

The teen shivered again, feeling cold and hungry, since he hadn't eaten anything since lunch. But at least, he figured, life on the streets was better than being shoved into some foster home.

Only problem was, he had very few street smarts, and had little idea of what he was doing.

Sighing and deciding he was tired, Jack laid down and curled up in an effort to keep warm, hugging his duffel bag to his stomach, which was currently growling at him because it was so empty.

At least things can't get any worse He thought bitterly.

Just then, a peal of thunder sounded overhead, and rain began to fall pour down.

Jack pulled his hood over his head and closed his eyes, groaning and curling up tighter as the rain soaked him to the bone and waited for sleep to come, after an hour of tossing and turning he fell into a restless sleep, all the while wishing for his own warm bed at home.

Let me know if you guys like it so far.