Two days later...
Kris had just got out of the hospital, and Pablo was driving her back to the ranch.
"So, how are you?" Pablo asked trying to break the silence.
Kris looked up, she had been asked that question many times before and she was getting tired of the it. "Fine," she said.
Pablo and everyone else could tell something was wrong, "Are you sure?" Pablo asked.
"I said I was fine." Kris said in an annoyed voice.
"Ok," Pablo said.
Kris laid her head against the window. Her back still hurt, and she still had the cut on her cheek, but that would go away. Her wrist was sprained, and hurt like hell. All she wanted was to go home and see Wildfire.
Pablo pulled over to the side of the road.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"We're going to talk" he said to her.
"I don'teally want to." Kris said.
"Well I'm sorry but you are going to."
There was silence again. "What's going on?" Pablo asked.
Kris knew she could tell Pablo what happened, but she didn't want to. If she were going to tell someone it should be Junior, Kris thought. "I..I just can't tell anybody. It is kinda personal." 'Personal' why did I use that word, Kerry is out of my life, so why would it be personal?
"Ok, but when your ready to talk you know Jean and I will always be there to listen." he said as they drove off.