Disclaimer: I only own Barbie, Tony, and Kasia Mitton and this storyline.

A/N: Kasia's name is pronounced Kay-shah. Pretty much just the word 'Asia' with a K in front of it. Just thought I'd point that out, since I've heard it pronounced like Kasha.

"Robin Road…Lark Lane…ah, here it is. Mockingbird Lane," Sunny turned his car onto the next road. 1223 was the third house on it, and Sunny pulled into the driveway. After ringing the doorbell, he had to wait quite a while before a woman answered the door.

"Hi, I'm Sunny Bridges, Kasia's music teacher?"

"You're Kasia's boyfriend?" the woman asked. She wore a stained pink tank top and obviously no bra with a pair of cutoffs that actually look like she'd chopped off a pair of dirty and ripped jeans with a pair of ankle socks. Her hair was an obviously fake blonde.

"No, I'm her music teacher,"

"Yeah, the one she's been endlessly fawning over. Either way, come in," the woman ordered. "I'll have her come down here. Make yourself at home in the den,"

"Thanks," he replied, going into the directed room and finding a man with very hairy arms and legs slouching in one of the armchairs.

"What're you doing here?" he demanded.

"I'm Kasia's music teacher,"

"Oh. I expected you to be white. Not that you had to be, I'm not a racist," the man chortled as though that was the funniest thing ever, him not being a racist.

"That's nice to know, sir. Are you her father?"
"No, I'm her boyfriend," the man sarcastically replied. "Yeah, I'm her father,"

"It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Mitton,"
"Call me Tony," the man sighed. He was wearing an equally stained white undershirt with a pair of blue plaid boxers. On his feet he wore a pair of filthy tennis shoes with no socks.

"I'll do that," Sunny agreed. He heard a loud female voice yelling something about 'sleeping all day' and being a 'good-for-nothing free-loading bum', and then the woman came down with Kasia following. Her hair was tied into two loose pigtails and she wore a white t-shirt with a sports logo on it and matching blue shorts with two white lines on each side. She was barefoot. He could've let his jaw drop onto the floor when he saw all the bruises she'd been covering up with jeans and, more recently, a grey ski cap with various buttons on it. On her legs there were at least seven, and on her left leg there was a cut, and on her forehead there was the worst-looking bruise. It was big and green and looked as though a blood vessel might've burst.

"Nice to see you again, Kasia," Sunny smiled.

"Hi, Sunny…" she seemed a bit appalled at the ensembles her parents were sporting, but said nothing.

"Tony, do you know what your daughter was just caught doing?"

"No, Barbie, what was she doing?"

"Napping. Napping in the middle of the day!"

"Napping?" the man's bellow startled Sunny as the man jumped to his feet and walked over to Kasia. He was at least two feet taller than Sunny and about seven times as big around.

"I was just tired, Papa. I've been so busy, with the move and everything…"

"Don't blame your laziness on the move!" With a glance at Sunny, he growled, "We'll finish this later. For now, go put on something that doesn't make you look like a slut and meet us at the table!"

"Yes, Papa," Kasia replied, walking up the stairs.

"Mr. Bridges, would you like some coffee?" Barbie questioned, pointing to a pot.

"No, thank you," Sunny replied quickly. "Um, excuse me for a moment, I'm going to wash my hands. Could you point me to the bathroom?"

"Upstairs and to the left," Barbie smiled, and Sunny ran upstairs, stopping Kasia as she was leaving her room dressed in a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and her signature grey ski cap. He opened his mouth to speak, and she beckoned him to her room.

"They can hear us talk out there," she explained after closing the door.

"Kasia, the bruises, the yelling…do they hit you?" Kasia turned very pale suddenly and sat down on the bed.

"No, of course not! I fall down a lot, very klutzy…" she insisted. Sitting down next to her, Sunny placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Kasia, you can tell me anything," Sunny whispered, and tears began rolling down her cheeks.
"I can't tell you…they'll find out…" Kasia whispered.

"It's just me and you…and neither of us are going to tell them," Sunny told her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Get out!" They both jumped when her father walked into the room. "Get the heck outta my house, the both of ya! I don't ever want to see you around here again!"

"But Papa, I live here!" Kasia insisted. "I can't just leave!"

"You'll do whatever the heck I tell you too! Go live with your boyfriend!" he roared. "I'll give you a half hour, and by then, you'll wish you were dead!" The door slammed. Tears still pouring down her cheeks, she turned to Sunny for guidance.

"Pack enough things for a week. You can stay with me for that long," Sunny told her calmly. Kasia began pulling things out of drawers and out of her closet, including a few things off her bed and desk. Grabbing her backpack off her desk chair, she followed Sunny down the stairs and out the door. As they pulled away, Sunny glanced at the trembling girl.

"Yes," she whispered.

"What was that?" Sunny queried.

"Yes. They hit me," she told him, and as they pulled away, Sunny hugged the girl lightly. "It'll be alright," he told her. "I promise,"