Title: Infernal Destiny
By: Morgan

Disclaimer: Saban owns all PR material in this story. I own everything and anything I make up myself. This story is out of pure entertainment and boredom. Please don't sue me, I have no money anyway if you do.

Distribution: Anywhere as long as you inform me before you do it.

Rating: R for language, adult situations, and abuse matters.

My Notes: This is supposed to be a serious story. Note that I DO NOT want any reviews making fun of abuse in any way or asking me to write about something absurd. You know who you are, and your review has been terminated. Nanna Nanna Bo Bo.

*Okay, on to positive things. Thank you to all the people who have reviewed. You inspired me to write another chapter. I'm shooting for at least five reviews for this one so be a good Samaritan and read and review.

*To Pam Marks: I hope I got this chapter out fast enough for you and I hope you enjoy reading it. Get well soon and I hope your leg feels better quickly.

*To DevDev: I don't think this story will go to the extreme of rape. Maybe attempted rape? I'm really not sure right now. We'll have to just wait and see what happens.

*To Kimberly: Sorry, but Kim is going to be poor and defenseless for a while. But, don't count on it being that way for too long. ;)


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Kimberly Hart's House
Friday, April 20, 2000 5:56 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca

Aisha sat back, full, from one of Mrs. Cynthia Dumas's delicious dinners. Kim had invited her over for dinner nearly a week prior, but due to her busy schedule had only been able to attend this night. Glancing at Kim, Aisha started thinking about how weird she had been acting the last week. First, when the gang had called her and asked her if she wanted to meet them at the beach after school on Wednesday she had declined. She never said no to a nice afternoon sunning, swimming, and playing volleyball at the beach. Tommy had called her, and even came over to visit her but it was no use. She didn't want to do anything. Aisha had not recalled seeing her laugh, or heaven forbid even smile, in three days. 'Maybe she is on her rag? No, that's not it. We get that at the same time now so that couldn't be it. Maybe she missed a period? Nah, her and Tommy are too safe for that too. I guess she's just been in a bad mood for a week.'

"Honey, Aisha, would you girls like any more? I made more than enough. I can never cook the right amount of spaghetti, but then again, my mother could not either," she smiled, not failing to notice her daughter's mood.

"No thanks Mom, I'm stuffed," Kim said with no oomph in her voice at all.

"Me either, I couldn't eat another bite if I had to. That was wonderful Mrs. Dumas. Thank you for having me over," Aisha said as she grabbed her plate and started to take it to the spacious, newly remodeled kitchen. Kim got up to do the same but both stopped when her mother spoke again.

"Okay Sweeties. Oh, and it was no problem Aisha, we love having you over. Are you going to stay the night tonight Hun?" Cynthia picked up two pans as well as her own plate and made her way to the kitchen.

Kim and Aisha looked at each other with smiles, which made Aisha happy to see Kim excited about something. Her friend seemed dead of late with her somber moods and depressed outlook on life.

"Will you Ash? It'll be fun. I just got that movie you wanted to see last week and we can watch it. Maybe we can invite some of the guys over too, like say Tommy and...Rocky too maybe."

Aisha blushed as she did every time Rocky's name was mentioned. She had fallen head over heels for him, and this felt like more than a simple, common teenage crush.

"That'd be cool Kim, just let me call my parents and make sure it's okay with them first." Kim smiled and they went to rinse their plates and put them in the dishwasher.

As Aisha and Kim left to call Aisha's parents, Kim was held back by her mother. Kim knew what this was about.

"Honey, are you feeling okay? You're not sick are you? Is there anything going on that I should know about?"

"I'm fine Mom, just a little tired the last few days is all," Kim lied wanting desperately to change the subject before things turned ugly and she had to blurt out to her mother about everything that had happened late Tuesday night. Deep down she knew she had to tell someone, but she knew Pierre had not been joking at all when he had threatened her life. She felt so pathetic. She was a Power Ranger for crying out loud. And here she was, deathly afraid of a puny, asshole of a man.

She went to Kim and lightly brushed some hair of her cheek. "Did you and Tommy get into a fight? I'm sure you could work through it if you did Kimberly."

"No, no fight Mom. I'll be okay."

"All right, whatever you say. Did Pierre happen to call Honey? He was late for dinner again. I don't know where he could be." 'Why did she just make that face?'

"No, he didn't. Night Mom." And then she left.

Cynthia sighed and sat down on a high bar stool as she watched Kim retreat to her room. She knew Kim was lying. What mother couldn't tell when their child had something bugging them? She just didn't know what it was.
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Tommy Oliver's House
Friday, April 20, 6:07 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca

"Hey Tommy, where's the Cheetos at? I'm starving man, I haven't ate in three freaking hours," Rocky said looking in the pantry shelves like he had never seem food before.

"Damn Rocky, is that a new record or something?" Tommy said pointing to a shelf second to the top. "They're right there man, chill out."

The guys were having a 'Guy's Night In.' Of course they didn't call it that, but in reality that's what it was. They were just going to hang out at Tommy's place watching movies, eating, farting, and burping like guys sometimes do when they are alone with other guys.

"All right! I love these things. They are so cheesy," Rocky squealed, excited as a three year old girl when her daddy comes home from a long day of work.

"Lets get out of here and go to my room before my dad and uncle come in here and try to make jokes." Tommy's father, Tom, and his Uncle John were so much alike that it was sometimes scary. They both were funny as hell and could make anyone laugh. They could make a joke out of anything, but could also be very strict and authoritarian if they had to be. They were all in all cool guys, but Tommy still didn't want them crashing the party.

"All right man, I think we have all the accentual anyway."

They made their way up the stairs to his room, where Jason, Adam, Zach, and Billy were waiting.

"Hey guys, we can't leave to go get the movies until my Mom gets back with her car. I forgot to get gas put in mine this afternoon."

"Figures Tommy. So, what do you guys want to do?"

"I don't know...what do you guys think Kim and Aisha are doing? Probably having a pillow fight in their underwear by now." They all laughed.

Tommy spoke his worry," I doubt it Rocky. Kim hasn't been very lively for a while now. I think something happened with her or something. I don't think they are doing anything too special. Although, I would pay to see that."

"What's wrong Tommy? Haven't been laid in a while? I know that look, she'll come around," Rocky inputted as he opened the bag of Cheetos and stuffed six in his mouth all at the same time.

Tommy laughed, "Yeah, like you get any anyway Rocky. And it's not like that with us. I don't expect sex okay, I just wish for it."

"Awe, wasn't that sweet Tommy Boy, but I think I just heard your Mom pull up. Lets go guys," Jason said as he got up off the new carpeting covering Tommy's floor and left the room. The others laughed and followed him with a solute.
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Rooms To Go Motel
Friday, April 20, 2000 6:08 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca

"Ohhhh...Pierre, YES! Right there," some nasty woman that worked for Pierre said as they screwed fast and hard.

"Oh Becky, yes, yes, yes," he said with each thrust. The explosion took then both by surprise and soon their breaths were back to normal and they were able to move again.

"Oh, shit. I have to go. I'm late again and I don't want her to start suspecting anything," Pierre said as he put his clothes back on.

"Haven;t you two only been married two months? And you're already cheating one her. That's sad Pierre," she laughed as she laid on the bed, making no move to dress. Of course she didn't feel bad about being a mistress. She loved it.

"Bye baby, I'll see you tomorrow morning right? Here at eight. I'll tell the little misses that I have an early meeting or something like that. She's stupid, she won't catch on."
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Kimberly Hart's House
Friday, April 20, 2000 11:31 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca

They were laughing so hard as they watched American Pie. It was to the pie scene all ready and Kim knew that she had to invite Tommy over to watch this movie together. He would definitely get a kick out of it.

"Oh man, that's so funny Kim. I can't believe I thought this movie was going to be dumb and waited this long to see it."

"I know, I almost died the first time I watched it."

"Kim, can I ask you something," Aisha asked as she looked at Kim.

Right at that time, Pierre was making his way to the upstairs bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. He stopped, listening in on the girl's conversation.

"Sure Aisha, go ahead." Kim knew what was coming, and she was terrified because, unlike her mother, she couldn't lie to Aisha, or any of her close friends for that matter.

"What has been going on with you lately. I'm not asking this to piss you off or anything, but I'm just worried about you," Aisha said as she put a comforting arm around Kim's neck.

"Me and Pierre just got in a huge fight Tuesday night. He called me a slut and told me that I wouldn't live to regret telling anyone if someone else found out," Kim murmured as she found an instant fascination with her pillow.

Pierre was livid as he stood by the slightly ajar door to Kim's room, listening in and hanging on every word. 'You will pay little girl, yes you will.' He popped his knuckles and slowly made his way to the restroom, thinking about what he could do to torture her even more.

"Oh my God, Kim. Are you serious? Why did he say a horrible thing like that?" Aisha was furious all ready, and she didn't even know what had made him go off on her.

"He found a box of condoms in my night stand. Can you believe he was going through my things? He just freaked out. I tried to tell my Mom last night, but he just barged into the living room right when I was going to. I'm so scared Aisha. I don't know what I'm going to do." She just broke down after that, three days worth of anger, frustration, and helplessness breaking lose. Aisha held her, too shocked to even grasp what she should do about this situation.

"It's okay Kim. If you need anything, just call me. I'll be here in a second, I promise. You should really try again as soon as possible to tell your Mom though."

She laughed harshly and spat, "Yeah right, my Mom has her head so far up Pierre's ass I swear she doesn't know what day it is. I've never seen someone so scared to be alone in my life. She has never gone even two weeks without having a boyfriend or someone taking care of her. She would never believe me over God Pierre. It's pretty sick if you thank about it."

"Come on Kim, lets go to bed. We can thank about something in the morning." They shut off the TV and got into bed. Aisha fell asleep within just a few short minutes. But for Kim, it was going to be another long night.
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Tommy Oliver's House
Friday, April 20, 2000 11:32 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca

"Oh my God, that's discusting. Who would do that? I mean, seriously guys," Adam said as Jason Biggs molested a warn cheery pie.

"Well, you know Rocky has done it if it includes sex and food...right Rocky?" Billy had blossomed over the years after Trini had left. He would never admit it outloud, but he missed her so much. His heart felt empty without his long time love. Although, she wasn't really his love seeing as how they never dated or even talked about his feelings for her.

"Screw you Billy," Rocky said smirking. "Oh, I know, how about we have a little contest of our own. The last of us to do the Wild Thing has to...umm...announce to the whole school that they are a pathetic loser and haven't had sex into their Senior year of high school."

"Rocky, all of us have gotten some...regularly I might add. You are the only pathetic loser in here," Tommy said as he shielded the wave of Cheetos thrown at his head with his pillow. "You're cleaning that up you know."
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Kimberly Hart's House
Saturday, April 21, 2000 4:17 A.M.
Angel Grove, Ca

Kim didn't have time to react as she was roughly snatched from her bed, tape covering her mouth, and hauled down the never ending staircase. She was dumped inadvertently on the hard three car garage floor. The first thing she felt was the pang of pain that shot through her back from the heedlessness of her dropping. The second thing she felt was the sheer coldness of the smooth, concrete flooring beneath her. Without even looking at the culprit, Kim knew who it was.

"What do you want from me? What did I do," Kim cried, her voice muffled almost to nothingness from the thick duct tape covering her mouth, as she saw the flash of metal held close to her face. She was shaking, from the cold searing into her body from her short T-shirt and boxer shorts, but mostly out of terror.

"I told you not to tell anyone. I told you that you would pay for it with you life, and I plan not to break my promise little girl. You are nothing. I mean, look at yourself, a pathetic little whore laying on her back in the middle of a garage." He laughed, his voice echoing loudly through the nearly empty, dark garage. He ripped the sticky tape harshly off her mouth and sneered," Don't you make one sound, or I'll kill your mother and your little friend too."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, I didn't mean to. She made me tell her, you have to believe me. Just let me go and everything will be fine again. I promise I won't do anything to make you mad..." she cried. This was her only hope of survival, to stoop so low as to beg for her life.

"Shut up you pitiful little baby. I'll let you live. You have been touched by an angel my dear girl." He trailed the knife down her body, starting from her neck and going down between her breasts and to the elastic waistband of her shorts. "But, lets get one thing straight. If anyone, and I mean anyone, hears about this, you won't be so lucky next time. Don't think you won't be punished though. You have been a very, very bad little girl."

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, he had thrown the knife aside and had pounded his fist right into her stomach, knocking the air out and making her struggle for breath. Again and again, he struck her, purposely never clipping her in the face or anywhere noticeable. Her body ached with unbearably pain as he hit her, over and over, never letting up. Her midsection covered in horrible bruises from his beating, and her back from slamming against the iron hard pavement underneath her.

"I'm going to put you back in bed Kimmie. And remember, not a single word to anybody or the next time will be much, much worse," he belittled. All she could do is groan and cough as she tried to catch her breath.

Finally, with one last indicate kick to the ribs, he picked her pulverized and limp body off the ground and slowly made his way back up the steps. Gently, he placed her back in bed, making sure he didn't wake Aisha up to catch him in the act.

"Good night Little Angel. Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite." He leaned down and gave her a rough kiss on the forehead and left the room to clean up the evidence. She couldn't do anything but cry, her body twinging with injure, humiliation, and defeat. She had lost this battle, and she had lost it in a shut out. Kimberly Hart would be getting no sleep tonight, or ever again.


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Okay, did you love it? Hate it? Whatever, just review! Okay, I know Kimberly seems weak and pathetic right now, but no one can be strong all the time. I hope you guys liked it, and I will hopefully have the next chapter out soon. Don't forget to review! Thanks a bunches. ~Morgan~