By: Morgan
Disclaimer: Saban owns all PR characters and such that was mentioned on the series and movies of PR. I own all characters I make up myself or any material coming from my own head.
Distribution: Anywhere as long as you ask me first.
Rated: Very, very, very heavy R. It may be changed in the future.
My Notes: This story is supposed to be very serious and it is based on a life a good friend of mine unfortunately has led. It does have heavy abuse mentioned in it and I'm not writing this to be funny. I think I will write this one in chapters...but I'm not sure. We'll have to see how it goes before I know if it will be continued. Please read and review, even if you hated it. If any of the topics discussed in this story offend you then I suggest that you don't read this one. Thanks. ~Morgan~
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St. Marie High Spirit Church
Saturday, Febuary 19, 2000 4:37 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca
"I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride..." Kim smiled as her mother stood on her tippee toes to kiss her new husband. Pierre was a really nice guy, and her mother seemed to love him very much. He was only thirty-three years old, which seemed a lot younger than her mother who was thirty-nine to Kim. At the beginning, Kim had been a little bitter toward him because of the fact that she thought he had been trying to take over her father's position in her life. She soon came to realize that if he made her mother happy, then he had to be a good man.
As she marched down the aisle after her mother and new step father, Kim smiled to Tommy who was sitting in a white, fold out chair looking very handsome in a white dress shirt with a black vest over it and black slacks. His hair was pulled back from his face in a lose pony tail and his eyes shown with joy. He looked good enough to eat.
As she reached the lobby, her mother embraced her in a jubilant hug and gave her a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you so much for being my maid of honor Kim. You do not know how much that means to me."
"No problem Mom. Have you seen Aisha anywhere? I can't find her..." Kim said looking around the very beautiful church lobby. The ceiling had to be twenty feet high, with angels and beautiful stained glass on every wall. When one of the assorted Hart family members gets married, one goes all out. She made her way down a small flight of stairs and into the dancing and dining room. She spotted Aisha sitting with Adam, Rocky, Tommy, and Billy and went over to them.
"Hey guys, what's up? Are you bored out of your minds yet," Kim asked as she took a swig out of Tommy's wine glass. Since the minors were not of drinking age, they had apple juice instead of actual alcohol. "Thanks handsome."
"I don't know about them, but I'm having a good time," Rocky said as he got up to go to the refreshment table, which had everything ranging from sandwiches to lobster.
"You always have a good time if there is food involved," Tommy said as the other laughed.
Rocky turned around and declared, "Yeah, yeah. I would flip you off, but that would be inappropriate at the current time."
"Ooh, big words there Rocko. You better watch yourself, you may bust a brain cell talking like that," Aisha said as she adjusted the strap to her dress.
Just then the DJ started playing the YMCA over the loud speaker. "Okay all you wild and crazy people! Get out there and show us what you got!"
"Come on, lets go," Kim said tugging on Tommy's hand as she drug him out onto the spacious dance floor. He protested the whole way there.
"I hate this song Kim. Can't I just sit the fast songs out? You know I can't dance worth crap."
"Well, now is the perfect time to learn." Looking to her right she saw her great aunt Maddsie and started to giggle. "You can't look any worse than her." She laughed so hard she had to bury her head deep into Tommy's chest as her great aunt Maddsie tried to moon walk across the floor, only to trip over the train connected to the back of her long, elegant dress and fall flat on her face in front of the three hundred people attending the celebration.
"Oh man, that had to hurt Kim." They laughed some more and went to dance with their friends and have a good time as the night wore on.
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Kimberly Hart's Bedroom
Sunday, Febuary 20, 2000 7:49 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca
"Are you sure I can come over Kim? You're Mom didn't say I could."
"That didn't stop me from coming over you house last weekend when your parents were asleep upstairs did it? Tommy, my mother is in Japan on her honeymoon. I don't think she would fly in just to check up on me. And besides...what she doesn't know won't hurt her."
"All right, I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
"Bring your bathing suit and we can go swimming. We got the heater fixed so the water should be warm out there," Kim said as she went through her drawers trying to find her bikini. 'I know it's here somewhere.'
"Okay, sounds great. See you later beautiful."
"Bye Tommy." She hung up the phone and suddenly remembered that her bathing suit was in her bathroom because her and Aisha had gone swimming the day before. She undressed and put the tiny, red, string bikini on and studied herself in the mirror. It had a triangle top and bottoms that tied at her hips. Her mother didn't know she had it, and she planned to keep it that way.
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Kimberly Hart's House
Sunday, Febuary 20, 2000 8:14 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca
"Hey handsome, come on in. I'm in the kitchen," Kim called out as Tommy knocked on the screen door. He opened it and made his way to the glamorous kitchen.
"Hey, what are you doing there Kim? Are you being knotty?"
"Maybe, but you like me that way. You know you do," Kim said as she turned on the blender and mixed the strawberry margaritas and poured them into two large cups.
"You know I do," Tommy said as he pulled her body to his and planted soft kisses on her neck.
"We can do that later Tommy, lets swim."
They went out into Kim's beautiful, large backyard that had gorgeous flowers and plants everywhere and a huge heated pool with a slide and two diving boards. There was a hot tub up on another lever higher than the pool, and the water from the hot tub cascaded down a rock wall forming a stunning waterfall that poured into the main part of the pool. Kim threw many parties out here, because of the favorable scenery and privacy from all the palm trees lining the fences.
Tommy took off his Jean shorts and T-shirt as Kim did the same. "You look so good in that bathing suit Kim. I can't wait to get it off you though."
"Well, you're going to have to wait because I'm going swimming now," Kim asserted as she jumped into the warm, refreshing water. Tommy followed shortly behind her. They swam, drank, and played around for hours, with Tommy picking Kim up and throwing her back in the water, dunking each other, and cuddling close together along the sides of the pool.
"Lets get in the hot tub. It feels good when you put your feet to the jets," Kim said as she climbed the miniature ladder leading out of the pool.
Tommy did the same and they got in the hot tub. "This does feel good Kim."
"Well, duh. I didn't say it for nothing Tommy." She laughed as he splashed some of the hot water in her face.
"Come here you," Tommy breathed as he pulled Kim into his lap. They both gravitated toward each other and embraced in loving kisses. But, the kisses got more frantic until their passion could be contained no longer and they had to ease the fire that burned within them. So slowly, they made love for hours, just simply liquidated with being together.
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Two Months Later
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Kimberly Hart's House
Tuesday, April 17, 2000 5:36 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca
"Kimberly Ann Hart! Get in here this instant! Whose are these? Are they yours," Pierre demanded as he held up a box of condoms that had been hidden in Kim's night stand drawer. She looked around her bedroom and saw that many of her drawers had been intruded because they were open with various undergaurmets and objects hanging out and thrown on the floor.
"Yes, they're mine. Why are you going through my stuff? You have no right to do that. Give me those..." Kim went to grab for them, angry because of the invasion of her privacy, but Pierre pulled his hand away.
"This will not go on in my house, do you hear me? I bet your mother doesn't even know what a tramp little slut she has living here does she?" Kim had never been more shocked in her life than she was the moment those words had come out of his mouth. He had never even raised his voice at her or her mother, so why was he saying such hateful things now?
"What did you just say to me? Oh, no, you didn't just call me what I think you just called me. I'm not a slut. I have only been with one guy, not that it's any of your business anyway."
"Whatever, I'm calling your mother immediately to discuss this matter with her. Your father may have brought you up to act like this, but I'm your father now, and it will NOT occur."
Kim was livid now. "No, you're not my father. You will never be my father."
"I am your father. Your birth father abandoned you because you were such a pain in his ass that he couldn't stand to be around you anymore. I can't say I blame the guy, who would want you?"
"Plenty of people. You have no rights over me. I am my own person and I will do whatever the hell I want to do and I don't give a shit whether you like it or not."
"Oh, you will care little girl, because I'm going to make your life a living Hell. The first chance I get I'm shipping you off to school in Switzerland and you will no longer be a menacing problem in this house."
Just then, Kimberly's mother walked through the front door, arriving home from a hard days work at the Angel Grove Historical Museum.
"Honey, are you home? Kim, sweetie, are you here," She called out, only to recieve no answer.
"If you say anything to her you won't live to regret it." Kim pushed by Pierre and frantically made her way down the spiraling staircase to where her mother was taking off her coat and hanging it up.
"Hey baby, how was your day?"
"Mom, I need to tell you something..."
"We had a lovely time, didn't we Pumpkin?" Pierre came up behind her mother and put his hands on her shoulders. By the look Pierre gave Kim, she knew better than to say anything at all.
"...I guess..."
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Okay, I know it's a little morbid, but that's life. Did you love it? Hate it? Anyway...just review please. I'm reeaaalllyyy not too sure about this series and I need some input from readers to point me in the right direction. Thanks. ~Morgan~
