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. I don't own the plot to Jawbreaker, either, or the title.

After the hour was over, Mr. Wentworth gave his best wishes to Kay and told her he would collect her things once the day was through. They both thanked him for his understanding and left. On their way out, Kay paused and looked back for a moment. She could no longer go to that school. She could no longer be in the play. She could no longer get a normal teenage life. And for that, Jake would pay dearly for.

Unfortunately for Kay, it didn't end there.

Chapter 20: The Afternoon After The World Ended

Lucy and Kay reached home around 12:30. Once they got in the front door, Kay headed directly for her room. In her room, she slipped her shoes and socks off, pulled her pants off and went back to bed. She hadn't made her bed up from that night (not like she did any other time) so she didn't need to throw back the covers. She got in, pulled her blankets over her head and tried to sleep.

It was hopeless, she found after an hour of staring at her bedside table that still had a cup of water from a few days ago on it. Reluctantly, she got up and put her pants back on. Then she grabbed the cup and proceeded to bring it to the kitchen.

After the descended the stairs, she found that her mother was not in the kitchen. That was probably a good thing. Kay really didn't need to see her mother's worried face. Wasn't like it would do her any good, right?

She went to the sink and washed the cup. When she was drying it, she noticed that she didn't hear her mother either. Since the house had mostly wooden floors, if people were in the house, it was easy to hear them. But Kay didn't hear a sound, not even Alia. Confused, she put the half dried cup on the counter and went to the back door.

The back door wasn't far from where she was in the kitchen. It was in the hallway after the pantry door that Lucy had her realization in, but, of course, Kay knew nothing about that. Once she was at the back door, she looked to her right, where the laundry room was. Her mother wasn't in there and there wasn't anything in the washer or dryer.

"I feel like I'm in a horror movie," Kay said to herself and turned the doorknob to the back door. A cool breeze touched her face and she breathed it in deeply, savoring its smells. She had always loved the way it smelt during the summer, right before autumn came. Unlike places like New England and Washington, California's weather did not falter as severely. At least not where they lived.

But it smelt slightly different than what she remembered. It smelt more bitter than usual, a little like metal. That's weird, she thought.

She glanced around and noticed that Alia hadn't come to her when she first opened the door. The dog wasn't in her room or in the kitchen, so she had to be on her leash, right? Kay could see the leash. It was tethered to a stake at the edge of the house and she could see that it ended on the side of the house.

"Alia," she called, ready to see her dog come bounding into view. But the leash didn't move an inch. And the only sound that she heard was that of the wind. "Okay, that's odd," she said and went down the steps of small porch she was standing on. When her bare feet hit the grass, she turned to her left and started for the leash.

"Alia," she called again. Maybe she's losing her hearing, she thought. She was eight, but Kay thought that was unlikely.

Slowly, she turned the corner, with her eyes focused directly on the leash. She let her eyes run up the leash as her feet carried her deeper in the hole that the wall of trees and the side of the house made. She saw a splatter of red and her pace quickened. "Alia," she yelled distraughtly and she brought her gaze up.

As she started to run, she made her way next to the trees, fear in shining in her eyes. Suddenly, she felt her right foot hit something hard. She stopped completely; her movement, her breath, her heart. She backed up a step and slowly brought her head down.

As her eyes drifted to what her foot had hit, they widened, as did her mouth. It took her mind only a second to process what the thing was in front of her with tan fur that was matted with blood. Alia.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" She screamed, although the sound was very shrill and heartbreaking. Sobs escaped from her throat as she kept screaming. She quickly bent down and tried to get her dog to move, but she wouldn't.

"Alia, get up, you stupid fucking dog," she screamed at the stiff body.

Suddenly, she realized what had happened and fear washed over her body. For a good minute she was frozen in place, her hands on the side of Alia, being covered by blood.

The initial rush of fear passed, although it did not go completely, and she comprehended what she was doing. With a start, she jumped back and wiped the blood on her shirt, the red stains smearing across the pattern.

Kay looked around her and found that she was alone. But she didn't feel alone. "Mom?" she said softly.

After a moment, panic set in and she raced back into the house. Forgetting to shut the door, she ran thought the kitchen and threw open the pantry. Boxes of cereal, soup cans and canned fruit were the only things that greeted her there.

She twirled around and flew through the rest of the kitchen and into the living room. She looked behind everything she could and opened the closets; the one under the stairs and the one next to the downstairs bathroom.

Since that bathroom was always open, she flipped the switch on in there and checked it. Nothing. Where could she be?

"Mom?" she cried out to the house and once again starting running. She went down the short hall that led the living room to the dining room and burst through the door. "Mommy?"

She starting circling the large oak table and came to a halt. She didn't have to see her mother to know. The bloodstains were on the wall just above her head. Apparently, Lucy had slide down the wall.

Something inside the young girl broke. She felt everything in her body and in her mind snap and she ran to her mother before her legs gave out. They did before she got there, so she pulled herself to where her mother laid, blood still pouring from her wound. Kay grabbed one of her mother's hands and felt the cold of it. But she wouldn't let go, she couldn't. "Oh, mommy," she sobbed and dropped her head to her mother's stomach, the place that she had been growing only fifteen years earlier. That thought made her burst and a river of tears flew from her eyes. Violent sobs escaped her mouth and shook her body.

"No, mommy, please," she finally said, raising herself up slightly. She placed her hands on her mothers face and started wiping her cheeks, trying to rejuvenate them somehow. Brushing the dirty blonde strands of hair back, she pleaded, "Mommy, please wake up. Please, please. I love you, mommy, I really do. I'm just messed up, that's all. Please don't go, please." Her words were drawn together and filled with sorrow, but it didn't work. Lucy still lay cold on the floor, with her head resting in the corner. Luckily for Kay, her eyes were closed

Someone was walking towards them, but Kay was too racked with emotion to her them and Lucy wouldn't be hearing much of anything anymore. The steps slowed down and then stopped.

With her body on her mothers, Kay felt the life drain from her. It couldn't end this way. All the things she should have said ran through her mind but they were interrupted. She felt something. Something was there.

Because of the movie, most people don't think of having a sixth sense to be true or legitimate. The sixth sense can be described as knowing that something or someone is where you are but you do not know they are there by using your other senses. At that moment, Kay's sixth sense was going haywire. And it should have been.

"It's your turn, whore."

HAHAHAHA. The ultimate cliffhanger. I decided to do this chapter on a whim because I won't be able to update tomorrow. Well, it is tomorrow. But I mean later tomorrow. Wanna know what happens? Wanna know what happened? Well, I guess you are just going to have to wait until Sunday night to find out. Thanks for reading. And I hope that this chapter didn't piss you off, just keep reading. Trust me. And all you animal rights, PETA people, I'm sorry if Alia offended you. But she and Kay were close and I felt that the death would hurt Kay. As I said once before, just keep reading and don't let this chapter turn you off.