DISCLAIMER: I do not own 7th Heaven or anything related to 7th Heaven. All medical information on this story is either half-truth or completely made up. I am not a doctor. Also, if you are a fan of the happy relationships in 7th Heaven, don't read. Thos story contains a "rebel" who doesn't agree with her family and not so nice language and themes are sometimes used. Thank you. Enjoy! PS: this part contains some characters from another story called D4 from PaUlKaRiYaSgUrL9. She (the author) let me use them. Therefore I don't own them or the characters from the Mighty Ducks. Don't worry, they are just minor players, they will have no impact on the story aside from that they are friends.

"So, what now?" Brooke asked, trying not to look concerned. After what Kay had told her on Labor Day, she would always suspect the worse when Kay asked to speak privately with her.

"You know the murder? And the guy that was murdered?" Kay whispered, hovering close to Brooke's ear.

"Yeah… Evan Walker."

"Well," Kay said, "if I'm pregnant, he's the dad."

Chapter 11: Maybe; Part 2

Brooke stared into Kay's eyes for almost 5 minutes before their silence was broken by Mrs. Schober saying that rehearsal was over. Kay quickly got up and gathered her things as Brooke slowly walked to her in disbelief.

"What?" she said, although in her shock, she couldn't completely form the word.

"Yes, he's the one." Kay said, putting her script into her bag and closing the zipper. "I'll talk to you about it later, okay? I have to go to therapy. Are you sure you can't drive me? I'd be so much easier."

"No, I can't" Brooke said, without much emotion. She was still shocked, but Kay really couldn't blame her. Hell, she felt like she was in a soap opera or cheesy prime time TV show herself.

"Well, bye." Kay and ran out the auditorium door without waiting for a goodbye. The plaza where her new therapist was located was a 20-minute run away. A half hour later she arrived at the plaza, completely out of breath. Her parents and siblings would be expecting her there already, so she tried to clean herself up a bit before she entered the room. She used her shirt to wipe the sweat off her face and used a spray she kept in her bag to hide any lingering smells from her run. Then she entered a small waiting area, where she found her family waiting in the chairs. She went over to them casually and sat down next to her brother.

"You're late."

"What?" Kay said nervously.

"You were supposed to be here 5 minutes ago, where were you?" Jake said, looking at his younger sister like he always did; the how-the-heck-is-she-related-to-me-stupid-freaky-girl look.

"Oh, uhh… traffic." She lied. The therapist came into view before they could speak anymore and said that they could follow her into her office.

The therapist, Dr. Ines, was fairly tall; she had to be at least 6 feet, Kay supposed. She wasn't all that pretty, with a big nose and round eyes, but her mouth was set in a pout that almost made her look like a supermodel, if it weren't for the rest of her face. Deep, dark black hair made her features stand out on her white, freckled face. She was odd looking, to say the least. But, Kay thought, she had a nice voice tone and she smile was decent enough.

"Good Afternoon, I'm Dr. Fran Ines. Nice to meet you all." She said, shaking hands with all the members of the family before motioning that they could all sit down. Her office was mostly white, with a green border at the top and bottom. There were many pictures scattered around the room; three on her wall of a garden, an ocean and a vase of flowers and several of what Kay supposed were her family on her desk. Her diploma from Berkley hung neatly on the wall, surrounded with other diplomas and certifications. There was even a small toy box in the left corner, away from the group of couches and chairs that her patients were now seated in, for the younger children.

Once they were seated and comfortable, Lucy thanked Dr. Ines for taking her time to see them, they had a family issue that they wanted to resolve and since they were highly associated with the church, they wanted a fresh, unbiased opinion.

"No problem, I am here to help, after all. And please. Call me Fran." She said with a friendly laugh that Kay found very comforting. Maybe this won't be all that bad, she thought. "Now, shall we get started?"

The conversation started with Kevin, explaining the situation with Kay and her problem. "Basically, when we say different, we mean much smarter. And since she's much smarter, she isn't as emotionally attached as the rest of us. It is how her brain works. But, it is a problem in our family. We are very open and she doesn't communicate with us like we would have hoped she would."

"Well, Kevin, this is because of her natural brain waves. According to the fax that you had your physician send to me, Kalila's is using about 20 of her brain, because she gets more oxygen than most of us do. Have you ever had her take an intelligence test before?" Fran said, flipping though her notes.

"Yes," Lucy said. "A year ago was when she took her last one. She was 198, although I forget which test she took."

"Well, no matter what test is was, that score is very high. You should be very proud of her." Fran said, obviously looking impressed by the young girls intelligence.

"It's really no big deal. I'm still failing chemistry." Kay said, instantly regretting her words. She had forgotten that her parents didn't know about that yet.

"You're failing!" Kevin said sternly. "How are you failing? I am going to have to talk to your teacher and see what we can do about this."

"Dad! We can't fix everything by talking about it and going over it! You can't fix everything I fuck up on! YOU CAN'T FIX ME!" Kay said, racked with emotion, but letting none fall from her eyes.

"And the truth comes out," Fran said thoughtfully, jotting a few notes on a paper that she had on a clipboard in front of her.

"Kay," Kevin said, looking embarrassed. Sure, he wanted to go to therapy, but he assumed that their problems wouldn't be anything like what was coming out of Kay's mouth. "I don't try to change you. I love you the way you are." He said, trying to stay calm.

"No, you don't. Did you forget the numerous talks we've had about my choice of religion? Of clothes? Of hobbies?" She yelled.

"You don't have a religion, Kay. That's the problem. I would be fine if you choice something to believe in." Kevin said, on the verge of losing his control.

"Oh, so I get chastised for choosing to be open-minded. I don't believe in one specific thing because if I did, then how could see others points of views? Nevermind, you aren't going to get it. You have a religion. You don't understand anything else besides what you believe and don't even say that you don't. You're already a hypocrite, don't make my father a liar too!" She screamed, tears starting to form at her eyes.

"Kay, Kevin, Fran please stop this." Lucy, looking very worried. Savannah and Jake sat in disbelief in their chairs. Was this really their family?

"I'm a liar. You are calling me a liar. You lie about everything!" Kevin yelled. "Can you just tell the truth!"

"You wanna know the truth, Dad? Fine, Here's the truth. I'm failing chemistry, there is a boy in my school that I really like, and I have a lead in the play, which is the reason that I was late." Tears were running profusely down her cheeks and her face was a shade between red and pink. "Oh, but that's not all, Dad. Those are just the fun things, the normal things. The truth is that I hate you! I hate mom! I hate Savannah and Jake! I hate Grandma Annie and Grandpa Eric! I hate Aunt Mary and Ruthie and Uncle Simon! I hate all my cousins! I hate all my friends! I hate Uncle Matt and Aunt Sarah! I hate Alia! I HATE ME!" She said as she slopped to the floor on her knees and completely lost it. She was crying so hard it was almost amazing that she was still breathing. "I hate me. I hate everything and it builds and it grows and there's so much of it. It's suffocating but I need it. Without the anger there is nothing. I love nothing. I don't know how to love. And when this baby comes…"

"What?" Lucy said, shock sneaking onto her face, waiting to erupt.

"Yeah, I'm pregnant" Kay said, the tears buried for the moment. "I hurt so bad. I just wanted to get away. I wanted to feel something, anything. And there was this guy. And I told him that I was older. And then… and now I'm pregnant and he doesn't know and he never will." She looked up angrily, before they could begin their accusations. "BUT I do not feel ANY regret about what I did. I HAD to do it. I would have died if I didn't, even more than I already have. And now there is this new precious life growing inside of me…and I feel nothing." Her tone was very cold and uncaring and downright scary to her family who never knew that she was as dark as she is.

"Wow." Fran said, finishing her notes. In her many years of being a therapist, she had encountered some weird and horrifying things. People who made her think twice. There was worse than the pretty girl on the floor, but honestly, not many.

OMG! I'm really sorry about not doing this earlier but my computer wasn't working. It's better now, so everything's good and I can keep going. Thanks for your continuing support. Love you all. Tell me what you think and give suggestions on what you want to happen. I want to write what you want to read. Thanks.