Chapter Eight
They stood together in each others arms. Both surprised by the kiss that they just shared.
Kimberly looked up at him, a little confused. This was not what she thought would happen. She thought that he wouldn't want to see her, have nothing to do with her. But instead, they shared an amazing kiss. A kiss that she would never forget.
Tommy looked down at her, confused himself. Quite surprised by him, for doing what he did. Maybe it was he had missed her so much in the last couple of months that he didn't give a care in the world, what his mind was telling him. He knew that for once he had to follow his heart.
"Wow." Was all that Kimberly said, all that she could say at that moment.
"Wow is right," He said, as he slightly blushed. Kimberly smiled.
"I'm really glad that you're here, but I'm confused why though," Tommy finally said, breaking the silence that filled the empty room. The only sound that could be heard was the banging and clinging far off in another room where Alpha and Billy were working on the other Zeo Cycles for the remaining members of the Power Rangers. "I thought you were in Florida."
Kimberly knew this was coming, but didn't think so soon. She pulled away from his grasp, turning away from him. How was she going to tell him, that she made a mistake, a fool of herself, that she wasn't thinking straight when she had sent him that horrible letter, breaking his heart. And that she missed him and wanted a second chance.
She sighed deeply, letting it out slowly. There was no better time then right now. She turned to face him, gave a half smile, praying that what she's about to tell him, he won't hate her in the end.
"That's why I'm here," She said. He stood there and listened to her, wanting, needing to know why she was back in his life.
"I've done a lot of thinking the last couple of weeks and I think that you need to know everything, everything that's been going on for last eight months I've been away. And hopefully, in the end you can forgive me for what I've done to you or at least understand," She started.
"I'm listening," Tommy said.
"A month after I arrived in Florida, I met someone. Someone that I could truly relate too. He was everything that I wanted or so I thought. His name was Kyle. I had my doubts at first in the beginning of our relationship, because I had you in my life. But spending time with him, he made those doubts go away. So, I wrote you that letter, to break up, because I knew that Kyle was the one," She said, pushing a strand of her dark brown hair away from her eyes. "You needed to know about him. I couldn't keep it a secret because that's not me. The truth needed to be told. I spent many hours on that letter, trying to find the best way, without trying to hurt you bad, to tell you, but no matter now hard I tried, I knew that I would be hurting you."
Kimberly felt tears roll down the side of her face. She looked over at Tommy and she knew that she was hurting him all over again and that made her want to cry more, but had to be strong, so that she can tell him the truth.
She whipped the tears off her face and continued. "That whole night I cried myself to sleep, after I sent you the letter. But I knew that it was for the best. Kyle and I got together and everything was going great between us. As time went on these new feelings started to develop for him, to where I might have loved him. But one day, he changed. He wasn't the Kyle that I knew. His attitude towards me wasn't the same. He started having a bad temper. I would sit in my dorm room trying to figure out what I did wrong in our relationship and maybe I could make it up to him. But, I could find nothing wrong with me. It wasn't me. We'd fight all the time and say some really hateful things towards each other. When I realized that it wasn't me with the problems in the relationship, it was him and that he needed to get help before he would hurt someone. I told him and when I tried to break it off, because I was afraid that he would hurt me."
Tommy felt his body tense up. His eyes turned from pain to hatred. He wanted to get his hands on this Kyle guy. He feared the worst. That he put his hands on Kimberly. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he asked the question he never thought he would have to ask. "Kim, did he hit you? Because if he did, I'll kick his ass."
Kimberly looked at him with caring eyes. "No Tommy, he didn't hit me. He tried too, but I ducked and he punched the wall," Kim told him, sensing the mood change in him. "He ended up breaking his wrist in four different places."
"Good," He said, please. "He got what he deserved." He knew that it was wrong to think like that, but he couldn't help it. No matter how wrong it was, the boy got what he deserved. He was lucky that he only got a broken wrist, because if he ever got a hold of him, he would be worse, for even thinking about laying a hand on Kimberly. Just thinking about that, it made his blood boil with anger.
He quickly snapped out of his thoughts and looked over at Kimberly, whose eyes filled with tears. He wanted to walk up to her, take her in his arms, hold her close and tell her that Kyle would never try to hurt her again, no one would, not if he had anything to do about it. But, he couldn't, at least not right now. Still seeing a picture of Kim and some other guy, together, still broke his heart, because he knew that he wasn't in the picture anymore.
