Chap. 2
Just then Kim's pink beeper went off. Kim got out of Tommy's arms and looked at her pager. She got a sick look on her face. She looked at Tommy and held up a finger as if saying 'Hold on'. She walked away from Tommy and took her cell phone from her back pocket. She flipped it open and dailed the number that was on her beeper.
*Hello?* said the sluggish voice on the other end of the phone line.
"Yes Chris?" said Kim, sighing.
*Are you visting that Tommy Oliver again?! You're suppose to home with me! Listen you stupid bitch! I know where you are and I'm gonna tell you that your little boyfriend won't be alive for long.*
"Chris? What are you talking about? I'm not with Tommy. I'm with my friends from Angel Grove but Tommy's not here. He's at college in New York. I swear."
*I bet you swear, bitch. Listen if I find out your with that motha fucka I'm gonna tear his face up then yours! You understand me?!* Click.
Kim hung up and look down at her phone, tears building in her eyes. She collasped to the ground.
I can't be alone! I just can't! The only person in this world I have is Chris. He loves me. and I love him... but I also love Tommy. What do I do? What do I do?
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Tommy walked over to Kim and sat down by her. She wasn't crying anymore. She looked like she was just in deep thought. When she looked at Tommy, she smiled her bright smile.
"Who was that on the phone?" Tommy asked.
"Oh it was my mom. She was just checking up on me."
"Well do you wanna go back to the Youth Center?
"I can't I better go get unpacked. I have to see if the movers came by with my stuff from Florida. But I'll see you later."
"Maybe I should come with you." Tommy said.
"NO!"
Tommy gave her a questioning look.
"I mean no, you can't. The place is a mess and I really need to unpack." She got up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "See you later, Tommy."
Kim jogged off towards her Mercedes.
"Bye" Tommy said as he watched her jog off.
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Kim walked into her new studio. She smiled. She had a lot of money left over from Pan Globals. About half a million left. She looked at her newly bought balance beam and mats. She walked in the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. She looked at it and opened it.
I'm not going to start again. I'm Not!
She poured it down the sink
I know I know too short! But more to come I swear!
