Jack was not sure where to take Kate now. He knew his apartment was safe, but he thought it was safe last time. She walked out in scrubs on crutches looking at him seeing the pain in his eyes. She had no way of taking the pain he felt away, and it was all because of her. She felt like a horrible person.

"You ready to go now?" Jack asked not knowing if they were done looking over her.

"Yeah. Can we go back to your apartment. I don't want to go to my fathers or my house." She looked down in shame again.

"Sure it should be fine. The cops picked up Rick." Jack said to make her feel better. "Why don't we stop by your house you can pick a few things up and set up camp at my place till you feel better?" Jack said.

"Are you sure. I don't want to be a bother."

Jack smiled, "Well now you mention it." He said jokingly, Kate looked at him and for a moment thought he was being serious he hardly ever joked. When she noticed he was joking she laughed out of the sudden fear she felt. "Funny Jack." She said punching him lightly in the shoulder.

"Owe." Jack said playfully.

Bob was waiting out in the waiting room for them. Jack told him she wanted to stop by her house to get stuff. Jack would go in with her to help her, and Bob would stay outside to watch an make sure no one got in.

When they reached the house Jack helped Kate inside the house that was torn apart more so than when Jack last entered. He walked Kate to her room helping her get the suitcases out of the closet and pack some clothes. "You don't have to get it all now. We can come back if you need something else."

Kate grabbed the picture of herself, her mother, father, and Marie before her mother died off the nightstand and placed it in the suitcase. It held so many happy memories she wished everything could go back to the way they were back then, but she never would have meant Jack, life had a way of giving you the good with the bad.

Jack carried the suitcases out to Bob's car putting them in the trunk. Bob drove them back to Jack's house and asked Kate, "Are you sure you don't want to come home?"

"Yes." She said.

"I'm going to send some of our security to stay out side to watch the apartment. To help Jack out." Bob said.

"Ok. By daddy." Kate said hugging him.

Bob's heart broken seeing his daughter like this knowing what Rick had done to her. He wanted to rip Rick's heart out, but he was a civilized man and would let the court of law handle it. He still had faith in the court system.

Jack helped Kate inside. She stared at the blood stain in the carpet where Jack's blood had come off his head onto the carpet. "I'm so sorry I drug you into this Jack."

"Kate don't be sorry. You didn't cause this, and it's not your fault. I would have been angry if you had not called me for help." Jack said honestly.

"I'm going to go lay down for awhile." Kate said looking at Jack tears in her eyes because he was such a sweet guy. "Why don't you join me?"

"Kate." Jack said cautiously, "I would love to join you, but don't feel . ." He didn't get to finish.

She grabbed his hand, "I just want you to talk to me."

Jack followed her to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and she laid her head on his lap looking up at him, into his eyes. Losing herself for a minute as she was engaged by their beautifulness. "Please tell me about your childhood. You spoke of it earlier." She said. "I really want to know what you went through." Kate said looking into his eyes, she noticed the slight pain that came to them with the memories he had. He tried to run from them, he hid them for so long. He hoped that the more he hid them maybe he could make them go away as if the never happened.

"It's like I said." Jack said trying to get out of bringing them back.

"Come on Jack. You have helped me so much, I'm sure if you told me you would feel so much better. Please let me help you." Kate said.

"My father was a drunk and a drug addicted. Every cent we had he would spend on his drugs. He cheated on my mom countless times. When my mother was pregnant with me he busted her head open. My mom's family hated him and tried to get my mom to leave him, but she couldn't she loved him. He was her high school sweet heart, she knew he learned everything from his father, and was mildly tamed compared to his father, but this still did not change things. When I was really young I would sit at the top of my steps frozen in fear listening to them fight. He would hit her, and she would hit him back and so on till one of them was to hurt to fight anymore. I hated myself for not going down to stop the fight, but I couldn't I was so scared. I knew though if I just went down he would stop. I never did make it down those steps. One day I was playing to loud in the living room and he was going through withdrawal at the time. He chased me up my steps and I froze at the top in fear. I was terrified for the first time in my life. I was so scared I even pissed my pants." He paused at the embarrassing memory. "He didn't hit me that day. Something stopped him. I'd like to think it was the little humanity left in him, but I'm not sure. A few months later he stopped hitting my mom and moved on to me. I was old enough to fear monsters, but I didn't fear them because there was something even more scary that came in the night. He would hit me every night he came home drunk from the bar with his belt, cursing me because I ruined his and my mothers happy life together. I was a mistake, and that's all. I should have been aborted. When I told my mom finally, she knew it was happening all the time, but I told my mom in front of my grandparents knowing they would make her do something about it."

He paused again a tear in his eye. "She divorced him shortly afterwards. She already had a guy lined up Steve Herraige. Mr. Rogers looking guy, he loved those sweater vest, anyways my father came around after she divorced him. He started to show up more and take me out places. He was going to get help, but one night when he was out with his girlfriend they were both drunk and high, they got into a fight at the bar and got kicked out. He drove towards his new house but didn't make it. Something caused him to swerve off the road and he smashed into a telephone pole. It killed him instantly snapping his neck, she survived with a scratch." Jack was distant now, all feeling left his voce as if he had told the story hundreds of times. "My mom found a man that year and they lived together for a long time, never actually married. She died of a heart attack a year before Teri died, he died of a stroke a few days later. She's buried with him and not my father. My father is next to his mother who abandoned him. No one else is there."

Kate looked up at Jack taken back by his story. She felt so sorry for him and at the same time identified with him. She wanted to take his pain away, even though hers was right now, she felt so much for him at that moment. "Thanks."

"Sure." Jack said still distant. "I'm going down to make super. Why don't you sleep some. I'll wake you up when I'm finished cooking." Jack left the room he needed a drink. He searched his fridge and found the bottle of Southern Comfort. He gulped some down and put it back in the fridge. He went to cooking. All he had was a bag of garlic noodles, so he would cook that and maybe run out to grab some chicken to go with it, if the security was outside.