Chapter Ten: Truth be Told

"I don't see the point..." began Kara.

"You don't have to see the point, you just have to feel it, come on Kara wouldn't you love to lose just five pounds before that party in two weeks?" Asked Megan

"Well of course, every girl would love to lose five pounds period. But I don't see how me not eating anything will do that," replied Kara.

"Don't you see, if we don't eat anything we won't gain anymore weight, then we'll just exercise everyday. It'll work Kara," explained her best friend Jenna.

"For how long, it can be dangerous guys."

"Not for two weeks...all we do is stop eating for two weeks, when the party is over we'll start eating again," Megan reasoned. Kara sighed and looked at them then down at her lunch, her Zebra cakes longing to be eaten.

"I don't know guys your parents aren't like mine, they won't notice but mine will. They notice everything, and we've got five people living in my house," Kara said looking at her food again. She didn't mind not eating school food, like any other school her's had the reputation of really bad food, but the Zebra cakes were her favorite part of school.

"Come on, just tell them you're not hungry, it's not that hard," Jenna stated.

"All right, but can I at least eat my dessert before we start this whole...diet thing?"

"Sure," they shrugged. Kara grinned.

"Hey dad, can I barrow the truck?" Clark asked, Jonathan smiled and tossed the keys to the Freshman in high school, Clark had gotten his licenses several weeks ago, and Jonathan had been allowing him short trips here and there. Clark had been talking about heading to the Talon this evening for a study group with Pete, Chloe and Lana.

"I want you back by 10:30 understood?" Clark nodded.

"Sure thing dad!" with that Clark grabbed his gear and headed out to the truck. Jonathan shook his head, and watched his son pull out of their gravel driveway.

"God I feel fat," muttered Martha as she moved over to her husband. Jonathan chuckled as she sat herself down on the couch. She was five months pregnant and feeling every day of it, although fat she was not.

"Honey, you've barley gained six pounds, honey you do not look fat," he said pulling her into his lap, although he quickly made a grunt as though she weighed a ton.

"I hate you," she joked smacking him in the shoulder as she go comfortable on his lap.

"Yeah, well no one believes that, including me," she laughed and kissed his lips.

"I love you," she whispered. He grinned and pulled her close, wrapping both arms around her waist.

"I love you, and I love the life I have with you," he stated gently.

"Six kids is a lot to handle," she explained.

"We can handle it...after all as long as they've got your looks, my hair and neither of our tempers, she'll be the perfect angel," Martha laughed and hugged him again.

"We haven't had any luck with that temper yet Jon, no offense honey, but out of five children Clark and Kara have your temper, the twins have mine and I believe Katie might have both. Might I add that we didn't even have Kara and Clark biologically and they're more our children some days than the others," Martha giggled.

"Mom! Kyle stole my glasses!"

"He took my football," Jonathan laughed, and shook his head.

"Sometimes...sometimes I wonder how we ever got time to ourselves," she laughed and leaned into his arms again.

"I'm hungry!"

"Can I have some milk," called the other two.

"I'll get the milk," Jonathan said getting up and placing his wife on her feet.

"And I'll get the glasses."

"And we'll meet half way..." "To get them in bed," they finished together. Laughing they headed their separate ways.

"You know Jonathan he's fifteen, he's more than able to take care of himself, go to sleep," Martha stated around twelve. Their son should have been back over an hour ago, Martha figured they had just gotten so into studying whatever it was that they stayed a little longer. While Martha didn't approve of it, she knew they had to study. She was, however, just as worried as her handsome husband who was pacing the floor.

She jumped when she heard the phone ring loudly. Jonathan jumped as well, only he jumped right to the phone, as though expecting the call. Martha silently prayed their children hadn't heard the ring and awoken.

"Hello...Clark? Where the hell...are you all right? Son I need you to calm down and breath for me, now tell me...where are you son? All right, I'll be there as soon as I can, just hang on," Jonathan put the phone back on its cradle grabbed his coat and then stopped.

"Jonathan what's wrong?" Martha asked.

"Clark...I don't know, that was Clark, something's wrong, I'll call you as soon as I know more," Martha nodded and watched her husband rush out of the house. Jonathan didn't have to drive far too long; Clark had been no more than fifteen minutes from the farm when he had obviously hit someone or something. Clark was sitting at the side of the road, a blanket across his shoulders, slumped over; a bike lay in the middle of the street not much left to it, bent out of shape. Police cars, at least three surrounded the area, an ambulance off to the left.

"Clark?" Jonathan called out to his son, he hurried over to the boy's side. Clark was in shock, or at least looked it. He was ashen white, a painful look in his eyes, tear trails down his cheeks, shaking uncontrollably. Jonathan hurriedly knelt beside his son, checking him over for any injuries that wouldn't be visible, "Clark son are you all right?"

"Dad I..." tears began to fall down his cheeks again as Clark threw himself into his father's arms. Jonathan was unsure what to think or believe. He wrapped his arms around his son's shoulders.

"Shh, it's okay," Jonathan didn't know what to say, hell he didn't even know what had happened.

"Mr. Kent," Jonathan looked up at Ethan and smiled.

"What happened?" Jonathan asked gently.

"There was an accident...apparently a bike rider was wearing dark colors, Clark probably didn't see him...Clark hit the kid."