I am soooo sorry I haven't updated in forever. I have been super busy between school and other stuff so I won't be updating as regularly but the chapters will continue, I promise. Okay, so I promised I would write the summary of my Kim/Jared story, and here it is…

Just Words: I'm Kim. The guy I've loved since second grade called me fat in middle school. I am now an anorexic/bulimic. Jared came back to school today and he looked at me and his eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. Was I beautiful now? Probably not. I'm still 95 pounds. I'm still fat. I'm dying slowly. I know this. Well, am I beautiful now Jared? Or are you finally seeing how much just words can hurt.

Okay so there is the summary of Kim and Jared's story. Like I said, I should be starting this after I finish this fic. So, I hope you guys like the summary and read it next. As always big sparkly Twilight lovin' thank you to LedaQuilLove for the inspiring reviews. You are so awesome!

Chapter 15: Home Sweet Home

The funeral was today. As always, it rained. We looked down at Brady's body lying in the casket. He looked so peaceful. My poor Claire, she stood silently next to me. She was crying softly. She was still so weak. Carlisle had told me to give her a reason to live and I am so thankful my reason was good enough. She was so thin. She couldn't eat. Every time we tried to give her some sort of nutrients even just soup, she had to go to the bathroom to throw up what little she had eaten. She hasn't been sleeping well either. The first night we got back from the hospital she slept in her bed for a few hours before she woke up screaming. I came into her room and asked if she would feel more safe sleeping with me. She said she didn't know but she was scared of being alone because he would come for her when she was alone. So, for the past week she has been sleeping with me. Neither of us really sleep we just lay there holding each other. I felt more secure with her there, more complete. Whenever I wasn't with her my chest would become tight and I couldn't breathe. She didn't want to talk about what he did to her. I was literally dying because I knew he had hurt her, it was plain. Carlisle said not to force it out of her. That she would tell me the extent of what he'd done when she was ready. I hope she can tell me soon. Maybe it will help her. I had my arm wrapped around her waist to steady her. She wasn't strong enough to walk or stand for a long time. My poor, poor angel. She only weighed about 105 pounds now, and she was still losing more as each day came and went.

"Baby? We need to go," I whispered. She just nodded her head. I lead her to my old truck and helped her inside. On our way home, Claire fell into a light sleep. I gently smoothed a piece of hair from her face. As soon as I touched her she jerked up and screamed, "Please not again! Please don't hurt me again! I promise I won't tell just please!"

I pulled the truck over and looked at her. She was crying, her shoulders convulsing with each great sob.

"Claire? Baby, everything is okay. It's just me and you and he's never gonna hurt you again. Okay baby? Everything is fine," I whispered to her. She silently looked up and the look she gave me broke my heart. She looked like someone with no hope. She was only a fraction of the fiery, fun, loving Claire, I had known for most of her life.

"Can we go home Quil?" She asked softly. "Please?"

"Of course."

"I love you, you know," I said glancing at her huddled form in the passenger seat.

"Don't say that. You don't love me. You love who I used to be. You don't even know me anymore. I don't even know me anymore."

I pulled into the driveway to the house. I went to her side of the car and helped her out.

"You are Claire. My imprint, the love of my life, the smart one of us, and you are my other half that I couldn't live without," I felt my eyes watering but I refused to cry.

A tear fell and stained her cheek. I took my hand and framed her cheek. I pulled her tightly against me in a hug. I rested my cheek on the top of her head and closed my eyes. She just stood there for a moment and then wrapped her arms tightly around my waist. We hugged for probably five or ten minutes, and then she pulled away and silently walked into the house. I followed suit soon after. I heard the water in the bathroom running so I was assuming she was taking a shower. After thirty minutes I started to worry. I walked down to the bathroom and gently knocked on the door.

"Claire, baby?" No response, "Baby?" I said louder this time. "Baby?" I yelled panicked. I tried opening the door but it was locked. I broke the door and almost fell in my haste to get to her. Her black dress wasn't on the floor so I knew she was still wearing it. There wasn't steam on the mirror and the air was cold. I quickly pulled the shower curtain aside and saw Claire huddled in the corner of the shower, shivering.

"Are you cold?" I whispered.

She just nodded. I climbed in the shower with her and turned the water to hot. I sat next to her and pulled her into my lap. Her skin was ice against mine.

"I'm so sorry Quil," she whispered. Even with my hearing she spoke it so softly I almost missed it. "It's my fault. If I hadn't run away then you wouldn't have come to find me and Brady would still be alive and Collin would still have his twin. And… and he wouldn't have done what he did to me."

"Claire, what did that monster do to you? Please tell me, it physically hurts me to see you like this. Please tell me sweetheart. I don't want to do or say anything to remind you of him."

"He-he- he raped me!" She collapsed against me with the force of her sobs. I was shaking and seeing red, but then I remembered Claire and calmed down as much as I could with the fact that I now knew that sick mother fucker raped my girl. I turned off the water and helped a still sobbing Claire back to our room and dried her off. She started removing her clothes and I turned around immediately.

"It's okay Quil. He took everything I have, it won't kill me for you to see what he did," she said softly.

I hesitated before I slowly turned around. Her skin was pulled tightly against her ribs. I could count each and every one. Her chest bore many scars. Some I knew, and some I didn't. Her neck had a small tiny scar where the knife cut her.

"It was more than once," she whispered. She answered my unspoken question. I moved slowly over to her and grabbed her arms gently. My fingers almost went around twice. I trailed one hand over her ribs and growled. I felt the familiar sting of salt water in my eyes and tried to stop. I had to be strong for Claire. I had to be. One single tear slipped out of my eye. I hastily tried to wipe it away before Claire could see, but she gently grabbed my hand. I looked at her slowly. Her eyes held sorrow, but also love.

"It's okay to cry Quil. It helps us let go of things sometimes."

And then it happened. I collapsed to my knees in front of her, wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face into her chest and let everything go. The pain of her leaving, the frustration of not being able to find her, the anger I felt towards Zevran, her pain, the fear of losing her again and not getting her back, Brady's death, her not being able to eat or sleep. Everything I felt I let go of through my tears. She hugged my head closer and I held her tighter. I let out a low whimper from how thin she was.

"It's going to be okay Quil. I'm going to be alright," She whispered.

"Promise me," I sobbed, "Promise me you won't ever leave me again!"

"I made that promise when I heard your voice in the hall that day. I made that promise when I knew you had come for me."

"I'll always come for you. Always. You are my heart Claire. No one can live without their heart."

I slowly stood to my feet. I bent my head down and stopped just shy of her lips looking in her eyes to see if she was frightened. I saw nothing but love, and I wanted to weep again. My brave Claire. She was so strong. She was so much stronger than I'll ever be. I softly pressed my lips to hers in a kiss. She pulled back and looked at me. I saw tears forming in her eyes. She pressed her face to my chest and cried out what she had been wanting to cry out for days. I just held her and rocked her. She wasn't healed, I knew that. It could be a long time before things could get even close to being like they were before. I had waited for her for so long. And now I was even more afraid of losing her. I almost lost her twice and people always say the third time is the charm. Does that mean if she gets hurt again, she won't come back to me? I knew one thing for certain, I wasn't ever leaving her again.