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Kim POV

"I'm telling you KP, Big Mike and I are becoming friends!" Ron exclaimed. "Before you know it, the Ron man would be hanging out with the dogs, roof, roof, ROOF!"

"Oh detention, creating unbreakable bonds of friendship for the rest of your high school career," I said sarcastically. I couldn't help smile which I knew would make Ron flustered. I watched as Ron rested his back on the other lockers and grunted.

"You're a mean girl you know that?" Ron retorted. "I thought you wouldn't be one of those cheerleaders?" I chuckle a bit as I took out my pompoms from my locker as well as my history text book. I swung my pompom at him in a teasing manner.

"Well I guess this 'mean girl' isn't going to treat her friend to BN after his detention sentence." I smiled smugly. This surly gave my blonde friend a new outlook. Ron's face light up at the mere mention of Free Bueno Nacho.

"You don't play fair," Ron grinned and glanced at his watch. "I'll see you later at Bueno Nacho then Kimbo. I'm running late and I don't to be barkined."

I nodded in agreement. "I'm running late too."

I closed my locker also looking at my watch. "If I don't hurry Bonnie's going to start practice without me and mess up the routine-again." I waved my goodbye to him as I began my walk-more like jogging- to the gym.

"Later KP" Ron responded waving back with Rufus on his shoulder.

When I reached the gym I hear my name being called. I almost sighed as almost everyone in the school would want something from me but to my surprise it wasn't someone I wouldn't have imagined.

"Josh?" I asked, confused. It has been awhile since Josh and I talk after the break-up. We were civil with one another when we would walk into each other but as to have conversations-nope.

"Hey Kim," he said, waving as he walked towards me. I stopped and smiled at him.

"Mind if I talk to you?" He asked when he finally reached me.

I shrugged a bit. "Actually I'm running a bit late to pra-"

"I know-I uh- wanted to ask for your helping something."

I stared at Josh hard. Josh Mankey was asking me for help? He looked down on the floor, most likely embarrassed, as he continued.

"It's about Tara- I was wondering if you can help me –you know- win her back."

"Josh I-" I had no words for this. This wasn't a sitch I wanted to take part in. Why on earth would he come for me for help?

"Kim –please" He reached for my hand. "All I'm asking you is to put in a good word about me when she's around you know."

"Josh" I said as I took my hand away from his. Something felt weird about this whole sitch. I felt a shiver down my spine, goosebumps visible. I had no idea why his touch made me feel like that but I didn't make too much of it. I wanted to leave.

"I'm not sure if you heard, but Tara already has a boyfriend and-"

That's when I felt it. I felt two strong arms around me, the pressure enough to leave you breathless with the right amount of strength and time. I tried losing my grip but something quickly appeared on my face- a cloth. The aroma of the cloth was strong-I wasn't able to breath. I hit the guy with an elbow to the stomach. It didn't do much- but I was able to get out of his grasp. I fell on the floor. I gasped for air as I coughed. I saw Josh, just standing there. He walked towards me and I thought he would've helped me but instead- he joined in. He had another piece of cloth in his hand. I felt piece of cloth covering my nose once and mouth again- this time by Josh. I tried to free myself from their gasp but –I couldn't. I weak and all I could remember before I lost conscious- was them laughing and laughing.

When I started to wake up, I felt Josh's hand on me. The scent of his cologne, his breathe was all over me when he started to pull my pants down. I told him to stop- he wouldn't listen.

"Shut up- you had this coming."

I continued to plead with him but he just laughed. "You know this was coming when all you do his dress like a slut at school! This mid-drifts showing of your amazing breast." He began kissing my breast. I cried and cried as he continued to deflower me. I felt so helpless and scared. With every chance he got, telling me I was asking for it. And that if he didn't do it then someone else would. I didn't realize it at the time but he was driving around in this van. It came to a halt. It was close to park. He opened the door and throw me out-like a piece of trash. He closed the car door but not before he told me-

"You better not tell anyone. No one would believe you and people are just gonna say your some easy slut."

I covered myself as I stumbled to the nearby tree and watched the van drive away-."

Silence. Mrs. Dr. Possible went to Kim's side. Bringing her close to her mother's embrace. Her soft sobs filling the room. Mr. Dr. Possible blood was boiling, as was Ron's. Kim's intuition kicked in. She saw the men in her life walking towards the door.

"Please don't" Kim plead, freezing them in their tracks.

"You can't expect us to do nothing" James answered his door, griping the doorknob tight.

"I'm not asking you to do that Dad. What I want is for you guy not to do anything you might regret."

"But he hurt you" Ron hissed, eyes cold as ice.

"Please, we'll figure something else. We'll put in him jail but comforting him and beating him up would only make the sitch worse. Please."

Silence. James and Ron both eyed each other. They thought about how good it would feel to beat Josh to a plump. How the consequences they would face later were meaningless because they would've gotten his revenge.

"Fine" they mumbled in unison.

As they walked towards walked towards Kim, a nurse walked in asking for Dr. Possible. She left the room with mumbles as to what the plan would be to get Josh to pay for what he'd done. The nurse didn't speak no words but handed her the paper of Kim's diagnose and left.

Ann skimmed through the medical report when a few words popped out. She reread those reports one more time before she folded the paper and placed it inside her pocket and walked inside the room once more….